I maneuvered some, making myself comfortable in his lap to no avail. “How about we watch whatever this movie is in the bedroom? This sofa isn’t the most comfortable.”
He laughed. “Yeah, you right. This motherfucker is anti-sleep for real.”
I joined the laughter as we got on our feet, moving in the direction of his bedroom. I could feel his eyes, then the statement from his lips had me giggling.
“That thang thicker than a motherfucker back there.”
“Scratch the hospitality part, your mouth is flip.” I pulled my hoodie off and tossed it onto the sofa on the side of the bed. I was wearing only a tank top and jeans before I sat down on the bed to take my boots off.
“Maybe it is, but I got a feeling you like it flip, G.” He leaned down and aided me in removing my boots. He then dropped them on the floor as I scooted to the top of the bed to get comfortable.
I laughed. “You got a feeling, huh?”
“Yep, a feeling. Now tell me I’m wrong, baby.”
I watched him remove his shirt before grabbing the TV remote from the table under the TV. Then he cut the lights out and his muscular frame moved toward the bed. I felt a dip in the bed, then his arm pulling me into him.
“You comfortable now?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t respond but instead pulled me closer. The TV was on seconds later. We decided on the latest Shaft movie and just lay there. Absolutely nothing in me gave a shit about this movie. Shoot, I hadn’t paid the movie any attention since his hand found my side. Of course my ribbed T-shirt had risen, so his bare hand was on my flesh, and man did it feel good. He rubbed in circular motions, sure to stop every so often and reverse the direction.
“You keep rubbing on me like that and I’ll be sleep rather than watching this movie, Hudson.”
He stopped abruptly, a thick chuckle escaping his lips. “Don’t matter if I’m rubbing on you or not. Yeen watching this fucking movie as it is.”
I laughed. “You picked it.” I was teetering on the edge of something else, but the more timid parts of me had me just laying here cheek to his chest like a lil bitch. When he didn’t respond, I tilted my head upward, looking at him, and damn. I shouldn’t have done that because now I wanted him to kiss me, because I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to do more than kiss him, but he said he was following my lead.Fuck it.
I sat up, looking down at him as he looked at me. In his eyes I felt seen, like really seen. With his eyes on me, I leaned down into his space, kissing him. What I had lied and convinced myself would be a quick peck was so much more. I realized that when I found myself straddling his lap and pushing myself against him.
“I want you… like now,” I murmured into his lips before pulling back for air.
“You sure about that?” he asked, those serious eyes waiting for my answer.
“Yes.”
He nodded, then with no hesitation or pause at all, he eased off the side of the bed and carried me over to the dresser. That’s when it dawned on me, I was wearing jeans, and not just any jeans. I was wearing the ones that were hell to get on, but even more hellish to get off.
He first helped me out of my tank top, stepping between my legs, trailing kisses from my chest to the side of my face then my lips. At the same time he unfastened my jeans, then those massive hands found my top of the jeans and began to peel them down my thighs. It was easier for him to get me out of my jeans than it was to get me in them.
When he finally had them rolled down my legs and off, he tossed them with a vengeance. “Don’t put them fucking jeans back on, G.” He looked up at me with the most serious eyes. He then placed his body back between my legs, this time his hands on both sides of my face.
“They’re my favorite jeans.”
He chuckled before his lips seized ahold of mine again. His hands went from my face to my hips, pulling me closer to him from the dresser. I felt like I was just there, feeling him feel me.
He picked me up again, carrying my body back over to the bed. The moment my body touched the cool sheets, he removed every other piece of clothing that acted as a barrier between him and my flesh. I was inclined to help him but stopped when he told me he had it.
Just when I thought he was done, he leaned down and put my leg on his shoulder, pushing his face into my center.
“Damn you so fucking wet for me, G,” he complimented between licks.
“Mhmm,” I moaned, knowing I wouldn’t last long because besides my fingers and the toy I hid in my nightstand drawer, it had been a while. “Fuck.” I was ready to break out of my skin from the way he zeroed in on my center with laser focus.
Using his index and middle fingers to tease my opening, he licked and sucked at my pearl.
I came so hard, so soon, but the way he was down there slurping and still licking had my soul ready to abandon its post. He then wiped his mess on my inner thighs before also licking them to clean me up.
