You were lying on the bed, absorbed in a book, when Copia entered the room, dressed only in boxer shorts. His exhaustion was obvious as he crawled into bed with you and lay down. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"You work too much, darling," you sighed, stroking his head as he sighed and looked up at you.
"There's so much to plan, the new album, the new tour...!" he said, rubbing his eyes. "I can't work any less right now...!"
He ran a hand through his hair. Copia sighed and closed her eyes. Enjoy the tenderness you're showing him. He really had a lot of work to do and you would have liked to take some of it away from him. You hated the way he had to work every day. And at the end of the day, all he could do was go to bed and fall asleep.
"You need a break," you sigh. To which Copia just grumbled.
"When the album is finished, cara!" he murmured and closed his eyes. Your fingers stroked his forehead and you felt him relax under your touch. His body sank deeper into the mattress, his breathing becoming shallower and more even. You stroked him and continued reading your book. With Copia beside you, you thought he was long gone to the land of dreams.
But he wasn't. When you stroked his neck, he couldn't fall asleep. Even though he was dog-tired, he couldn't sleep with you touching him like that. He would lie still and enjoy your caresses. But eventually it wasn't enough. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at you. He watched you for a moment as you read your book. He was too tired for sex. But there was nothing he could do about the fact that his member was now half stiff.
"Amore?" he said after a while and you barely flinched.
"You're awake?" you replied, looking down at him with a furrowed brow.
He took your hand and kissed it. "Put down the book and let's cuddle!"
Without hesitation, you did as he asked. You couldn't resist when he looked so cute and tired. You crawled under his blanket and wanted to snuggle up to him.
"No Amore... I want to be the big spoon!" he whispered. And you had to laugh.
"You're always the big spoon!" you said and turned over so he could be the big spoon. He pressed himself against you and kissed your neck.
"That's better...!" he murmured, burying his face in your hair. His arms wrapped around you. Pressing you against him. When you felt him reach between you with one hand.
"What are you doing?" you asked, a little confused.
"Let me try something, amore!" he whispered and you felt him pull your panties down your legs.
"I've seen that before," you grinned. Which made him laugh.
"No, no... wait a minute, amore!" he said. You lay in his arms, curious to see what would happen next. When you felt his hand pull you closer to him. A moment later you felt his aroused member between your labia and at your entrance. Eliciting a soft moan from you.
"Can I be inside you when I sleep, Amore?" Copia asked softly. And you had to digest her words for a moment. "Please... I just want to be as close as possible ... please."
He pulled you closer and kissed the bowl of your ear. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded.
"Yes!" And slowly he entered you. A soft hiss escaped him. "Don't move amore ... please!". For a moment you lay very still. You tried to move as little as possible. You could feel him inside you. Warm and slightly throbbing. It fit you so perfectly that it was hard not to give in to the usual urge to move immediately.
Copia buried her tongue in your hair again and sighed. This was a new kind of intimacy. Even though you'd made love countless times before, this was something new. A different kind of closeness, feeling the warmth of his body. It was a silent act that relaxed and calmed you in a strange way.
Copia seemed to enjoy it as much as you did. His breathing came calmly and evenly. A contented growl left his throat as he gently pulled you closer.
" Goodnight amore," he murmured.
After a while, you felt your eyelids grow heavier. Copia's grip on you loosened a little, and he drifted into a deep, restful sleep, as did you. While the two of you were intimately connected.
محتاجة علاقة في حياتي تبقى عبارة عن إننا بنشارك بعض الغنا وبس؛ عشان فيه أوقات كتيرة مبعرفش أتكلم بس بعرف أغني. هات أغنية بصوتك، خد أغنية بصوتي، وبارك الله فيما رزق🤝🏻
كل اللي بشوفه وبقراه عن الـgrief أو حتى أحيانًا عن الاكتئاب بيقول إنه عمره ما بيروح ولا بينتهي تمامًا من حياتك ولا هو حاجة بتتخطاها بشكل ما، بس هو حاجة بتتعلم تعيش معاها. وماشي ده مش إدراك جديد بالنسبة لي، بس كل مرة بفتكره أو بستوعبه بتضايق فشخ عشان أنا مش عايزة أعيش معاه. دي مش حاجة أنا هحب أتعلم ازاي أعيش بيها أو أتعايش أو أتأقلم حتى، عايزاها تختفي. عايزة كل ده يروح. مكنتش عايزاه يحصل أساسًا وأضطر أتعامل معاه، بس بما إننا مش في ديزني والعالم مش ماشي على كيفي ياريت متقوليش إني أعيش معاها ولا تتوقع مني ده ولا تقوله كأنه شيء مُرضي وغاية أتمنى أوصلها. أنا مش عايزة أعيش أصلًا ولو عايزة أكيد مش هحب أعيش بكل ده معايا. فآه هفضل أدبدب في الأرض وأعيط وأنهار عشان مش عايزة كل ده ولا قادرة عليه ولا متقبلة حقيقة كونه عمره ما هينتهي. حتى لو كان سحابة خفيفة بتمشي معايا في أيام فهو بردو عاصفة سودا بتبلعني في أيام تانية من غير ما أتجهز لها ولا أتوقعها. أنا مش عايزة السحابة ولا عايزة العاصفة. وهفضل أدبدب زي الطفلة الصغيرة آه عشان جيس وات؟ أنا لسه هي بعد كل السنين دي. مش موافقة.
