"There," he said. "Now ya can't slide down."
I laughed and relaxed against him. His semi-erect cock pressed against my belly. Mine rubbed against the rough fabric of the mattress. The slightest movement on my part created a tantalizing bit of friction for us both. I knew we couldn't last for long before one of us stroked or touched and elicited a gasp, or a tremble, or a moan. For a moment, we just gazed at each other, up close, and both of us smiled. My chin was nestled in the cleavage of his chest. His chest hair was velvety soft. I moved my chin just a fraction of an inch back and forth, and then I couldn't resist. I thrust my face between his pecs and slowly moved my head up and down, back and forth. He flexed his pecs once, and it felt as though he had turned to granite.
"Ohhhh," I moaned. "Do that again!"
He laughed softly, and then I felt his big hand on the back of my head. He petted me softly. I sighed. And with my next breath I inhaled deeply from his chest. There was the faintest smell of cologne.
"Mmmmm. You smell good," I mumbled.
I raised my head and grinned. "I said 'You smell good'".
"Oh," he said. "You like that, huh?"
With my head on his chest, I could barely move my head, but I tried to nod. "What is it?"
His smile disappeared. He pretended to be shocked. "What is it? What is it? I can't believe it," he said with mock indignation. "You need to get out more."
"Why?" I laughed.
"That there is the finest men's cologne on the planet Earth...and Mars."
"What am I gonna do with you?"
"Oh! No! I forgot! I know!"
"Hmm? Just what am I gonna do with you?"
"You're just sayin' that."
"No! I know! No, really!"
"Darn right it is! Prometheus...............Well?"
"You mean all you did was ogle the good lookin' gent in the ads? You didn't read the slogan that people worked day and night--"
"Oh! Wait, wait, wait! Uh...Prometheus...God...Made by...Made by God---"
"No, no, no."
"Oh! Wait! God...God gave!"
He sighed, as though disgusted. "God given, Man m--"
"God given Man made!"
"There ya go," he said, smiling.
I stifled a laugh. I was grinning so hard, my cheeks hurt. I rested my chin on his chest again, and sighed. My eyelids felt heavy.
I was smiling, but my eyes closed for a few seconds, and then I nodded. Then I looked back up at him and whispered, "But not that sleepy."
He gave me a wry smile, and then patted his chest. "Put your head down. You need to save your strength."
"Yep," he said again, and he winked at me. "The night is still young."