It's the end of another day. We've been keeping busy and you tell me that all you want to do is kick back and watch a movie. I go start up the electronics before leaving to get a good blanket and after you throw the movie in the player, I sit back against the couch and you sit next to and in front of me, leaning back against me. We put our feet up on the ottoman, wrap the blanket around us and sit back to watch the show.
It doesn't take long before I can tell that the movie isn't really holding your attention. You're smirking, joking ... not really paying a lot of attention. At one point, I look at you and you're not even watching the screen anymore. You're looking over at me.
I grin and say "What?" and then you lift up, leaning your head back and cocking your neck so that our lips touch. You can feel me smile into the kiss, and after what seems to be too short of a time, you pull back.
I keep watching you, my eyes darting to your lips then back to your eyes ... and you straighten out, turning your entire body in my direction. Your feet come off the stool, but after the initial movement, I stop paying attention to where they go.
You complete the turn and are almost facing me directly. Now you have to lean down to kiss me. This time, there's no softness, no easy smile ... just a hard kiss that takes my breath away. Your head cocks one way, then the other - our lips separating for a moment before pressing hard against each other again. As we're touching, you lift up and shift so that you're resting on my legs – each of your knees to either side of me.
You reach down with your hands, gently grabbing my wrists and lifting up. I don't resist you as you pull my hands up to your side then let go, knowing that I'll take the hint. You put your hands on the back of the couch on either side of my neck, relying on them to keep stable.
I lift up the sides of your shirt enough to find your bare skin. My hands slide inside your shirt, my fingers spreading as they glide up your back. I squeeze them against you, then after a few moments, I pull down and to the sides - pulling you even closer to me.
Whereas before, you were kneeling above me, with the additional pressure, I pull you down on top of my legs. As I pull you closer, you realize just where you're sitting. And you can already feel that I'm ready. Your lips move back from mine and you glance down.
When you pull back and lose the eye contact, though, I sit up enough so that I can kiss your neck. Kissing, teasing with my lips and my tongue, I taste your neck, the underhang of your jaw, your chin ... and my hands slide up your back again, pulling you down. As you get closer to me, I start to kiss the side of your neck.
You can feel your bra suddenly get tighter for a moment and then it relaxes as I undo the clasp. You sit back enough for me to lift your shirt up and off, taking the bra with it. The shirt gets caught for a moment in your hair, but a quick shake and it's free. You don't even watch as I drop it somewhere off to the side; instead, you lean in again and kiss me.
You only get a few moments of kissing before you feel my hands - warm against your skin - move to your breasts. Cupping, holding ... squeezing softly, then relaxing ... You lean back and I lower my mouth down to one of your nipples, teasing it, flicking my tongue against it, biting it gently before letting go and moving to your other breast.
