They All Fall Down
I tried pulling my arm again, a slow, steady pressure that felt like trying to slide a piece of paper out from under a sleeping cat.
Two things happened at once.
First, his sleepy murmur deepened into a low, rumbling groan as the dead weight of my arm finally shifted. And second, as my numb, prickling limb slipped free, my lifeless hand and fingers dragged clumsily across his skin, brushing directly against his now fully erect member. The groan that escaped him then was less one of sleep and more of a primal, hungry growl, a sound that vibrated through the quiet room.