“I’m really not tired yet,” you remark, just after we’ve crawled into bed.
“Me neither - maybe we could read a bit before we sleep?”
You put your arms up behind your head, and the t-shirt you’ve worn to bed rides up just barely above your belly button as you shoot me a sly smile. “Oh, I suppose we could.”
After a moment of absentmindedly admiring the exposed position you’ve put yourself in, I meet your eyes to see you smiling wider now, satisfied with how you’ve captivated me.
“Hm, you know, I think I have a better idea,” I reply as I sit up beside you.
“And what would that be?” you ask as you teasingly pull up the covers, hiding your tummy you had just so purposefully exposed.
As I reply, I begin crawling on top of you, both of us still covered by sheets. “I’m going to tickle you until you’re all tuckered out.” I say matter-of-factly, looking you directly in the eye. By the time I’ve finished my sentence, my hands are on your shoulders, fingers flusteringly close to your bare neck, and my smile tantalizingly close to yours.
“You- you can’t do that!” you reply in faux outrage, “we have to sleep!”
“But you know me, sweetheart. Once you’ve gotten the idea of tickling you into my head, I just can’t think about anything else. You transfix me.”
“You’re mad!” you cry, unable to stop yourself beaming a smile.
“Mad?” I ask. “Oh, darling - you have no idea.”
A nervous excitement fills your eyes, but I see it only briefly as my head disappears beneath the covers. My hands swiftly lift up your shirt, then suddenly you feel it - the ticklishness of my scruffle mixed with my gentle nibbling all over your bare tummy, protected by the sheets but now wonderfully exposed to my touch. Raspberries and rapid kisses all over your sensitive skin elicit such frantic laughter, and you throw your head back as the ticklish sensations consume your mind.
I throw off the covers to expose your bare tickle spots to the world, never stopping my playful exploration of your belly. “Absolutely mad,” I mumble onto your tummy in between nibbles, “truly insane,” and my comments breathed lightly onto your skin only tickle you further. The light, playful movement of my lips mixed with the total chaos of my stubble create an unthinkably ticklish combination, and your squeaks and laughter are coupled by the silly growling noises of the madman you’ve created. This madman, however, simply can’t get enough of the precious sounds you’re making, and the nibbles that had been delighting your belly are suddenly exploring your ticklish neck as I soak in your unstoppable laughter, now even more up close and personal, just for me.
You can’t help but weakly press your hands up against my head as if to stop me while my tickly kisses slowly but surely bring you to my same level of madness, but deep down, you really don’t want this blissfully ticklish insanity to end. With all the craziness in the world, you relish the fact that this particular madman relentlessly nibbling and growling all around your tickle spots seems to want nothing more than to make you squeal with absolutely delighted laughter.
