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Bash greeted me at the door with a soft kiss. It was still early, so we decided to watch a movie. He got us some drinks while I searched for a movie.
By the time he returned with a beer for himself and wine for me, I’d gone through the currently trending movies and had been digging deep into the library in search of some hidden gems.
“Have you ever seen Almost Famous?”
He tilted his head. “I don’t think so.”
I patted the cushion next to me for him to sit down. “You have to see it. It’s a rock and roll classic.”
Since I’d already seen it before, I didn’t have to pay too much attention to the movie. Instead, I had other pursuits in mind. I pretended to watch the movie, but my true goal was trying to get frisky with Bash without giving it away. I wanted to get him so worked up with lust that when the movie ended, he would pounce on me.
Starting my plan slowly, I just reminded him that I was there every few minutes. I leaned my head on his shoulder, pressed my thigh up against his, and casually touched his arm every so often.
When I leaned forward to grab my wineglass off the coffee table to take a sip, I rested my other hand on his thigh and left it there when I leaned back. A few minutes later, as I wiggled in my seat to get more comfortable, my hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against his cock.
He grabbed my misbehaving hand and interlocked our fingers, holding it trapped against his thigh. My move had been a bit obvious, but I didn’t think he’d caught on to my game yet.
I turned toward him, snuggling into him even more, resulting in my lips being close to his jaw and my right hand resting on his chest. He let go of my other hand so that he could put his arm around me. Perfect.
After waiting a few minutes, I tilted my head so I could brush my lips against the hollow of his neck and give him a sweet, lingering kiss. He turned his head to look at me, but I just snuggled against him, sliding my hand from his chest down to his flat belly.
When he didn’t return to watching the movie, my lips brushed against his ear as I whispered, “This is a good part. Pay attention.”
I didn’t know if it actually was a good part, but I wanted to keep teasing him and it felt like he was a few seconds away from giving up the movie, flipping me on my back, and ravishing me.
He turned back to the movie. Less than a minute later, my hand slipped under the hem of his T-shirt and rested against the warm skin of his abdomen. Bash shifted next to me. So this is what it must feel like to be a teenage boy feeling up his date. I had to swallow down a laugh.
Needing to step up my game, I grabbed a throw pillow and put it on his lap. I laid my head on it and made sure that the hand under the pillow was tucked up tight against the juncture of his thighs. I could feel the heat coming off him and I was pretty sure that his cock was hard.
His fingers began playing with my hair and lightly touching my face. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. Who was seducing who? I was getting sidetracked from my mission.
I squeezed his thigh lightly to remind him where my hand was located. A few minutes later, my hand was wandering higher, innocently sliding over his cock as I adjusted my position.
“Lacey...”
I thought I was busted playing my juvenile games.
“Take off your clothes,” he growled.
I bit my lip. “Why?”
“Because you’re horny as fuck,” he bit out. “And I’m going to take care of my girl.”
My heart exploded. Did he just call me his girl? I scrambled to sit up. “What about Kody?”
He grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch. “You can get under this.”
I yanked off my shirt and then stood up so I could quickly tackle my pants. I didn’t know if my mission had failed or succeeded, but I didn’t care.
When I was naked, I settled under the blanket, my head resting on a pillow, and turned to watch TV with my bottom resting across his lap so he had easy access.
For the rest of the movie, Bash’s right hand played between my legs while I pretended to watch the movie. His left hand grazed up and down my body and stopped often to play with my breasts. Mercilessly, he kept me on edge, slowing down when I moaned or when my hips thrust into his hand. His eyes never strayed from the TV screen, even when he paused to lick my juices off his fingers. His payback for my little game was spectacular.
Before the credits stopped rolling, his shoulders were pushing between my legs and his mouth was on me. It was a full-blown assault from his mouth, his lips, his tongue, and his fingers that he had me seeing stars. After so much buildup, it only took me a few minutes to orgasm, splintering into a billion pieces.
My limbs still felt rubbery when he wrapped me in the blanket and carried me up the stairs to bed. We used no toys — no blindfolds or cuffs, no flogger or paddles. There were no props, no sexy lingerie, and no role-playing. It was just the two of us touching and worshipping each other. I wore the delicate topaz necklace he’d bought me and nothing else.
We took our time, kissing and touching. We didn’t speak much; we didn’t need to. Bash looked into my eyes while he fucked me at a slow and sensual pace. That didn’t mean that my body wasn’t combusting like a star going supernova. Our passion was toe-curling in its sheer intensity. I felt it deep in my soul.
