For a moment, I stare into her eyes intently. “All mine?” I ask, insinuating how dangerously serious those two words could be if I were left to interpret them myself.
“We can watch a movie, or I could whip you in spades again,” she says with a smile spreading across her angelic face.
“I should take you up on another game of cards so I can shut down your bragging rights, but let’s watch a movie. Pick something, and I’ll be right back.” I get up from the sofa and walk to the bathroom, but not before looking back at Astalia, who bends over in front of the TV right at that moment to pick up the remote. Her pink leggings grip her luscious thighs and sends blood rushing to my dick. I back out of the room and down the hallway. “Down boy,” I tell the bulge in my pants that’s dying to be buried inside of her.
“Do you want to watch a comedy or something romantic, or what?” she yells from the living room.
The sound of her voice makes my erection stiffen harder. I cuff it into my hand, in an attempt to control the throbbing, and walk into the bathroom. “Just choose something you want to see,” I say, not caring as long as she’s happy.
“Okay,” she says. “I’ll find a Christmas movie.”
“Cool.”
I turn on the water and brush my teeth then take a quick shower. Images of Astalia straddling me, her tongue exploring my mouth, licking my lips and kissing me with the same passion we shared this morning come to mind. My hand instantly covers my dick. I begin to stroke it. I’m near the brink of release but don’t want to cum from just thinking about being with her. Oh no, I want my release to come when I’m deep inside of her. It’s not an option, so I shut off the water and get out. So much for a shower to cool me down.
After dressing in another pair of gray joggers and a white “No Boundaries” t-shirt, I go into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and heat up a breakfast bowl. It’s not what I want to eat—I want to feast on Astalia Morgan—but this breakfast bowl will give me fuel for the day.
“Have you eaten?” I yell from the kitchen.
“Yes, I had some fruit at the gym.”
“Do you want some of this?” I offer when I sit down beside her on the couch with the breakfast bowl of grits, eggs, cheese, and bacon.
She gives it an inspection, then shakes her head. “No. I’m not really a breakfast person. Look, I found the perfect movie for us to watch.”
I chuckle at the title and can’t resist teasing her about it. “A Prince for Christmas? This is the Christmas movie you want to watch?”
“I want to watch it, yeah,” she counters with a mischievous grin playing on her mouth. It’s adorable she’s still a child at heart.
I lean forward to eat and she rubs my back. Simply her touch is enough to send my blood rushing south, so I abandon eating, lean back on the sofa and pull her into my arms.
An hour later, the credits begin
to roll for A Prince for Christmas. It’s actually not a bad movie, but I can’t help but take advantage of the situation. “You owe me another kiss for sitting through this mushy movie with you,” I whisper close to her ear as she cuddles in my arms.
She smiles as she looks at me. That’s when I notice she has tears in her eyes. “I thought you said I could watch whatever I wanted,” she says.
“I did, but you picked the mushiest movie on Netflix. I deserve a kiss for sitting through the entire thing, and you need this kiss because it made you cry.”
Astalia palms the sides of my face into her soft hands, pulling my lips to hers. I do what I have been wanting to do all morning; ease her down onto the sofa until I’m on top of her. A slow and sensual dance occurs between us. We’re body to body, once again, and the scalding heat from her pussy has my dick about to burst out of my pants. The thought of how hot and tight she will be makes me want to be inside of her right now. I run my hand down her taut thighs and back up to her breasts, never breaking our kiss. A low moan escapes her just as her phone rings causing her to go limp beneath me.
“Don’t answer it.” We are breath to breath, and I don’t want to lose this connection. “Whoever it is, you can call them back later.”
“But it’s Rena. I’m supposed to be meeting her right now.”
“You’re where you’re supposed to be right now. With me. Stay.”
“But—”
I lower my lips onto hers, cutting her off. Once again, I claim her lips and bring us to a scorching moment of desire where the outside world doesn't matter. Her phone buzzes again, but I’m determined not to let her go.
She pulls back slightly. “Let me at least tell her I’m not coming.”
“Okay—” I give her only enough leeway to grab the buzzing phone off the coffee table so she can talk to Rena.
Astalia unlocks her phone and looks at me with her dark eyes slanted with want and desire. It takes everything in me not to ease her phone from her hand, take her clothes off, and make heated love to her.
“I have to go, Omega.” Astalia shows me a picture of Rena standing outside of the mall with a text that says ‘waiting on you.’