"Mmmm." I give a little whine when he pulls away much sooner than I would like.
Ang chuckles as he answers my initial question. "Yes, they are out."
I wonder if it's normal to feel this excited that the girls are sleeping and I get some alone time with their father. I don't mind doing things with them, and I love how they wanted to play games after dinner, but I'm exhausted and ready for some downtime.
"Oh, thank goodness. I didn't realize how many card games you owned. Are there any you don't have?"
Ang laughs again. "If there are, it’s because my kids don't know about them. I swear it's the first thing they look for when we go to the store."
I can see that. They were enthusiastic to show me every one they owned.
"But enough about games for the moment. I wanted to talk to you about the diner today."
Unsure of where this conversation is going, I scoot closer until my crossed leg is touching his more firmly. "Oh yeah? What about it?"
"Well, first of all, I kinda staked my claim in front of the entire place and I wanted to make sure you're okay with it?"
I toss my head back and laugh. "Kinda?" I say when I finally catch my breath.
"Okay, more than kinda," he huffs. "But you didn't answer my question."
Uncrossing my legs, I throw one over his lap so I'm straddling him. Then I place my arms around his neck and lean in so our lips are barely apart when I say, "Does this answer your question?" He nods and I start to play with the hair at the back of his head. "Are you sure? Because I could be more convincing if needed."
The smile he gives me is absolutely dazzling. "What exactly did you have in mind?" His hands land on either side of my hips, giving me a little squeeze. And there's no mistaking the bulge in his pants. He can’t blame this development on a cell phone or a set of car keys.
"Would this convince you?" I rotate my pelvis against his hard length until he groans and drops his head back on the couch.
"Fuuuuck." The word is nothing more than a hiss between his lips. I smile down at him like the cat that got the cream, because damn if that response doesn't spur me on. "You're killing me."
I don't let up on my assault. In fact, I take it up a notch by kissing the ever-living daylights out of him. We’re way beyond the sweet peck he gave me when he came downstairs. I'm talkingfull-on teenage make-out session with lots of tongue, grabby hands, and of course, even more intense grinding.
Every time I rotate my hips, he moans in my mouth, and it only encourages me on.
Until he rips his mouth from mine. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to explode in my pants like a damn horny teenager," he tells me, completely out of breath.
I smile and go back to kissing and grinding on him, because he isn't the only one close to exploding. The friction of our clothes against my soaked panties is all it takes to send me over the edge. Tossing my head back, I let out a silent scream.
Ang isn't nearly as quiet as I am when he comes seconds later, unleashing a feral growl that probably woke the kids. And potentially half the neighborhood.
With his head back against the couch, he chuckles softly as he tells me, "I can't believe I just did that. I haven't finished in my pants since before I lost my virginity."
I don't bother to hide my smile knowing I'm the reason he lost control like that. I haven't made a man do that since high school, but it seems oddly fitting considering we’re taking this relationship that slow. Like two high schoolers not ready to take it all the way but still can’t keep our hands to ourselves.
"I need to go change, and then how about we watch a movie?" he asks while looking at me like I’m the only woman in his entire world.
"That sounds perfect."
I snuggle on the couch and wait for Ang to come back. It only takes him a few minutes before he slides in behind me and pulls me against him, effectively wrapping me up in his arms.
"You're amazing," he whispers in my ear.
I roll over so our faces are close enough that if I extend my neck ever so slightly, I could kiss him.
"Why? Because I made you come?"
I didn't realize how sexy a throat could look until I'm watching Ang's bob from throwing his head back in laughter.
"No, that's not why," he tells me when he's done chuckling. "You're amazing because you accept that I need things slow for my girls’ sake. You don't rush me, and you don't ask for more than I can give."
