It was the way she said it. It was the way she quickly threaded her arms around mine and laid her head against my skin. It was the way she curled up to my side and the way she pressed herself against the crook of my
body that kept me rooted to my spot. I set the bowls on the floor and wrapped my arm around her, my hand falling effortlessly against her hip. Her head tucked underneath my chin as my hand curled around her excess, holding her tightly while the two of us watched the movie.
Her warmth gave me comfort, and I could only hope I did the same for her.
“Could we watch another one?” Andrea asked.
I looked down at her big, green eyes as the credits rolled and knew I’d never be able to resist her.
“We can do whatever you want,” I said.
“You want to pick it out this time?”
“Nope. I’m going to go get these bowls in the sink, and you can get another movie started.”
“I’m going to choose another romantic comedy if you don’t choose.”
“Then bring on the love story,” I said, grinning.
She giggled and rolled off the couch, causing me to laugh. She was so excited. So ecstatic for the next movie. It took so little to make her happy. So little to keep her entertained. It was a trait I found endearing in her. I placed the bowls and spoons into the sink before I looked up, watching Andrea stick another DVD into the player. My eyes fell to the cherries. To the syrupy red sauce and the sprinkles. My eyes darted back over to her as she pressed play, but the heat rising in my pelvis had another plan for us.
“Everett, you coming?” Andrea asked.
I reached out for the shaker of sprinkles and the small glass jar of cherries.
“I will be soon,” I said.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Yes, sweetheart. I’m coming. You got the movie started?” I asked.
“Yep. All that’s missing is your body next to mine.”
My cock throbbed at her words as I came around from the kitchen and stood in the entrance of the living room.
“Aren’t you going to come sit—”
Andrea turned her eyes to mine before they dropped to my crotch. I wanted her to see it. How rock hard I had gotten for her in the blink of an eye. I wanted her to know what she did to me. How beautiful and wondrous I thought she was. That sparkle of darkness I’d seen at dinner rose up in her stare, and when her eyes took in the sprinkles and cherries gripped in my hands her eyebrows hiked up onto her forehead.
“Well, if you didn’t want to watch the movie, all you had to do was say so,” Andrea said.
“Who says we aren’t going to watch the movie?” I asked.
I stalked over to her and slipped to my knees before I pressed my hand into her chest. She cocked her head at me as I pushed her into the cushions of the couch, her legs spread as I knelt between them. The movie ran behind me as her eyes darted from my face to the screen. I slowly undid the button and zipper of her jeans, pulling the fabric from her body. I hooked my fingers into the band of her cotton panties and pulled them from her, inching each of her sweet, thick legs out from the leg holes. I pressed my lips against her ankle. I slowly kissed up the inside of her thigh. I heard Andrea gasping and whimpering, her body heating every time my lips dropped to her skin.
“Everett,” she whispered.
I watched her wet pussy jump for my viewing pleasure before my eyes rose up and connected with hers.
“Keep your eyes on the movie, darling. You wouldn't want to miss it,” I said.
Then, my hand reached down and picked up the small jar of cherries.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Andrea
I felt something cool hit my pussy and I jumped. I kept my eyes on the movie as much as I could while his fingertips smoothed the sticky substance around. I snuck a glance just to see what he was doing and the sight made me groan. The crimson red of the cherry juice flooded my folds and coated my thighs. Everett’s fingertips swirled it around, moving it along my skin and drawing paths I knew his mouth would take. I felt my entire body heat. I felt my juices slide down my butt crack. My toes curled as Everett’s eyes flickered up to mine, and I didn’t even realize I had still been staring.