“Want me to choose?” she says. “You might regret it.”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her.
I won’t be able to focus no matter what we watch. But I don’t add that part.
I can tell how ready my woman is. It’s in every move, every breath, every single thing she does. Even if I was blindfolded and my ears were muffled, I’d be able to scent her desire.
There’s a calling inside both of us, screaming out, roaring, demanding we give into it.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on, how much longer I can resist.
Which is a problem considering it's only six-thirty.
“What about this?” she asks.
I look at the screen, barely registering the name of the movie. It’s a thriller about a woman who has to visit her hometown to solve her aunt’s murder.
I nod, and she clicks play.
I try to focus on the movie, try to take in the characters and the scenery, but it’s so much better to look over at my woman. She has her legs tucked up beneath her, giving her ass an even more appealing shape. It makes my hands clench into fists, as I imagine squeezing down on her flesh.
“Why do I feel like you’re not watching the movie?” she murmurs ten minutes in.
I smirk. “Maybe because you’re not watching it either…”
I know I should stop. I should try to think of Alexis, the way she interrupted me last night whenever my mind turned to Tamia.
But I was right before. Tamia blots all of that out, she makes it so easy to forget about my resolve, forget everything except for her.
Moving down the couch feels so right, even if I know it’s wrong. It feels like the only thing I can do, with this inferno inside of me, raging, telling me to stop this ridiculous fight. I can’t win it.
“How the hell have we gone so long without a kiss?”
She looks up, her lips pursed. This is the moment. She could stop it.
She could tell me, no and I’d have to back off. I’d never take something from my woman she’s not willing to give.
But instead, she shakes her head, causing her hair to shimmer messily, perfectly. “I don’t know.”
I lean down with a snarl, pushing my lips against hers. Something new sparks between us. I’ve never felt this level of desire before. The moment our lips touch, I groan and she whimpers.
We press closer together.
My hand flies to her leg. I grip down as I smooth up her thigh, closer and closer to her sex, my cock is so hard, my balls heavy and flooded with pressure. She gasps when I push right up between her legs, savagely grinding the heel of my palm against her sex.
“Fuck, Triston…”
“You sound so goddamn horny when you moan like that.”
She can’t help it. I can feel her lust taking her over, causing her hips to twitch back and forth as I rub.
With a snarl, I grab the waistband of her pants and panties. She gasps as I yank them down roughly to her knees.
The pants trap her knees together, pushing her thighs closed, making a tempting-as-fuck triangle of her pussy. I wedge my hand between her legs, feeling her naked wet slit.
When I feel how soaked she is – dripping, her thighs wet – I know I can’t turn back, not when I’ve felt how badly she wants me. I softly slide my finger around her hole, smearing her wetness.
“You’re drenched,” I snarl, leaning down to kiss her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin. “Have you been sitting here getting yourself all excited, hmm? You horny girl.”
“Yes,” she moans. “But we shouldn’t…”
I slide my finger inside of her. It slips in smoothly, the walls of her pussy holding on tightly, hungrily.
Her protests break off with another shaking moan, her voice rising when I begin to move my finger in circles.
“I know we shouldn’t,” I snap in her ear, letting her feel the heat of my breath. “But your virgin slit is too wet and ready. My cock is too hard. Your body is too curvy, too full in all the right places. I need to fuck you, to show you who you belong to. I need you, Tamia.”
She reaches down, grabbing onto my wrist with both her hands, digging her nails in. For a second I think she’s going to push my hand away. But then she pulls it toward her, as though guiding me deeper.
“Tell me,” she moans.
“You’re mine.” I move my finger faster, relishing the wet noises her hole makes for me. “You’re only ever going to be mine. No one else gets to touch you, to think about touching you.”
“Will you… Ah, ah…”
“Will I what?”
I add more speed to my movements, swirling my finger around with savage desire, owning her hot slit.
“W-Will you protect me?” she gasps, hardly able to get the words out.