Quiet moments after we have made love. Like laying peacefully in his groin, cheek pressed against his pubic hair, my hair splayed on both sides, tenting his cock. My hair barely tickling his inner thighs. Me quietly breathing warm air on him, nose just touching his manhood, one hand gently stroking its soft skin. Another hand on the inside of his hip bone, feeling his pulse slow down. Listening to his breathing slow down. Looking up and seeing him look at me, satisfied, happy, pleased. Makes me want to... again...