Page 38 of What I Needed

He stood with his plate in hand and stepped toward Riverlynn and me. What happened next happened so quickly that I wasn’t sure if I imagined it or not.

He leaned toward us, kissed Riverlynn’s cheek, then my cheek, and headed toward the sink with his dirty dishes. While he still had his back to me, I touched my cheek where his lips had just been and smiled. It probably didn’t mean anything, so I wouldn’t allow my imagination to go down that road.

“You want to watch a movie tonight?” he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?”

“A movie. You want to watch something?”

“Umm, sure. Do you have anything in mind?”

“I’ll find something. Come on.”

He took Riverlynn from me and lifted her into the air. She giggled, almost uncontrollably, something she’d begun doing last week, and the sound was truly music to my ears. He grabbed the remote and sat in the middle of the couch with Riverlynn cradled in one arm.

I sat on the other end, leaving about two feet between us, and tucked my legs underneath me. I was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts that exposed almost the full length of my long legs, with a T-shirt that stopped at the top of my waist.

“Do you like movies like those nasty-ass books you read?”

“Maybe.”

His eyes widened.

“Oh, word?”

“They’re good books, so I’m sure the movies would be good too.”

“Bet.”

He went to one of the streaming apps, and a few minutes later, he selected a movie I’d never seen but, oddly enough, I recalled coming up on my screen a few times while I scrolled through Black movie options on my streaming apps.

“You seen this?”

“No.”

“Good. You’re in for a treat,” he said with a smirk.

My pussy was absolutely soaked . . . point-blank, period, and I didn’t have any panties on underneath the shorts. I would bet my life that when I stood, my juices would drip down my legs.

The sex scenes in this movie had me hot and fucking bothered, and I couldn’t wait to go to my room to pleasure myself with my vibrator. My inner thighs were exhausted from squeezing them together in an attempt to find any amount of relief, no matter how small.

Every few minutes, I squirmed in my seat, praying River was more focused on the movie than me. About halfway through, he paused the movie to make Riverlynn a bottle. If I weren’t afraid he’d catch me, I would’ve rubbed one out when he went to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna take her up to bed,” he said as he headed toward the stairs.

“Okay.”

To distract myself, I grabbed my phone and went to my text thread with Shakira.

Me:

I think I’m about to take your advice.

Kira:

What advice?

Me: