My boyfriend and I have been dating for a couple years, now. We started off just hooking up, but things escalated pretty quickly, and we've been living together for a year and a half.
My love language is quality time, and one of my favorite ways to spend time with my man is showering with him. We chat, laugh, help each other clean up...it's just really nice.
I had just gotten off of work this night, and thought this would be the best way to decompress before bed.
I finished undressing and stood shivering in the bathroom air, waiting for Nate to finish so we could hop in. He was in the middle of taking off his shirt when he caught sight of me.
He dropped his tee on the floor, a hungry look in his eye. I crossed my arms, blushing and feeling slightly exposed.
"Shit, baby. You look real good tonight." His voice was low, almost gristly.
I giggled, looking down. "Thank you."
He took a step closer to me. "Real tasty." Our eyes met, and he smirked. Of course, I knew what he wanted...but he'd have to convince me, first.
"You know, why don't we table the shower...and just chill in bed?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close enough to bump against his belly. He was so warm, I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. I noticed I had stopped shivering, too.
He leaned his head down closer to me, his voice dropping to nearly a whisper. "Just let me eat you up and hold you close. Please, baby. I need you."
The magic words had been spoken. I couldn't just let my man starve, now, could I?
I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance, and sighed. "Yea, I guess you can..." I locked my hands together and held them up to him. "Eat up, babe. Enjoy me." He smiled, giving me a peck on the forehead before he opened his mouth, engulfing my hands. He made quick work of my arms, giving me a wink before he opened wider, engulfing my head fully.
I started to shift as he polished off my feet, doing my best to get comfortable. His belly was warm, tight, and wet. It always reminded me of a hot tub, with a bit more slime than water. After a minute, I had settled into an upright fetal position, perpendicular to his chest.
I felt his hands pressing in on me, as he rested his hands on his belly.
Nate moaned, feeling immense pleasure at my movements. "Ahhh, back where you belong again. Urp. Let me carry you to bed, baby."
He groaned as he hefted his belly up, carrying me bridal-style the best he could through the hairy fat. I laughed, entertained.
He plopped down face first on the bed, pressing his full weight onto me. I squirmed the best I could, laughing. "Nate, stop, you're crushing me!".
He didn't move, enjoying my squirms. "Oh, you want me to move? But I'm just so comfortable like this..." He pressed down into me even harder, and I pushed back as much as I could.
He stayed there for another couple seconds before he flipped over onto his side. I sighed in relief, able to breathe easy once again.
There was a bit of silence before he spoke again. "I don't know what it is, but every time I eat you, I get so tired." I heard him yawn, and he stretched.
I matched his yawn, feeling perfectly sleepy. "I have to admit, I'm kind of tired, too. I'm fine to just call it now, if you want."
He patted his belly. "I love that idea."
We fell asleep just like that, me curled up and his hand resting on his belly. Come tomorrow morning, he'd likely take a shower and cough me up then.
Eating me is Nate's love language, and I love that he loves me.
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