Samuel grinned. “Well, for us, yes.” He chuckled. “How about a movie?”
“Sure,” she commented and walked with him back to the bedroom.
Samuel pulled up Netflix and began scrolling through the new releases. “What do you want to watch?”
“I don’t care,” she commented, lazily.
“Hmmm, action, comedy, romance?”
“Surprise me,” she said with a smile. As he selected Deadpool, she giggled. “Can’t go wrong with Ryan Reynolds.”
“Look, right there, he says it’s a romance…” Samuel pointed out a few minutes later, laughing.
Camila giggled and snuggled into him. She was lying against his side, with one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, and she was comfortable. She was enjoying the movie, but it seemed that she still felt a little tired. She was pretty much on the verge of falling asleep.
Until the movie got a little heated.
Well, Deadpool did say it was a romance and it was R-rated. As Wade Wilson and his girl, Vanessa started getting hot and heavy.
Just seeing it woke her mind up.
When was the last time Samuel and I even shared a kiss?
He hadn't touched her sexually since they’d arrived at the safe-house. He’d helped her shower, or take a bath several times, and always joined her, so it wasn’t as if they hadn't been naked together, either. But her body had been too weak to even feel excited in the beginning, and her mind wasn’t even all there.
It was a whole different situation now, though. After being with him and spending every waking moment, and some while asleep, with him, all she could think of was Samuel.
Wade and Vanessa landed on a bed, still going at it, and Camila felt her face warm up. The movie was racier than she’d imagined it would be, but it was ultimately and action movie, so she was sure it would fade away before things got too far, and it wouldn’t be so revealing, but her mind was no longer on the movie. She was picturing her and Samuel doing the very same thing in his bed back at the mansion. Then the image of the two of them in a passionate embrace, her back pressed against the door flooded her mind.
Suddenly, she felt self-conscious. There was no reason to be, and she knew it. Samuel had seen every part of her, and not always in such innocent light; the baby growing in her stomach was proof enough of that.
Out of nowhere, Samuel chuckled, and then squeezed his arms around her.
“Don’t tell me you’re feeling nervous over just this,” he murmured, his gaze on her.
His lips were close to her ear, so she heard his voice really close. Like a teenager with a crush, her insides squirmed as she flexed her own arms around him. Slowly, she glanced up at him, meeting his gaze, and found him smiling at her.
“If there’s something you want,” he whispered huskily, “feel free to tell me.”
Her throat felt dry, and she couldn’t find the words. Instead, she leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. It was quick, then she pulled away to check his expression. He was still smiling. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and gently guided her back for another longer kiss.
His tongue licked her lip, and she let out a moan as she opened her mouth.
Their bodies inched lower on the bed, shifting around until she was lying on her back with her head on the pillow. Samuel moved over the top of her, and they held each other as they kissed, all thoughts of the movie and what they were doing in it gone. After a long, thorough kiss that left her breathless, Samuel paused to look down at her.
“Is this… okay?” he asked.
She dug her fingers lightly into his back, nodding. Her breathing and heartbeat were both fast, but it definitely wasn’t with fear. She moved her arms to wrap around his neck and bring him down.
“This is fine,” she breathed out.
Samuel was gentle with her the whole time, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t hate how rough he could get some times, but even she couldn’t say how she would react to it in that moment. Samuel slowly lifted her shirt off of her, and he skimmed his hands over her body making her shiver in a good way.
Camila grinned, as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. She planted kisses down his chest as he worked the hook on her bra. After a moment, they were both bare from the waist up. Camila through her head back as he captured her nipple in his mouth. She melted into the bed as his tongue laved over her, and he pressed kisses over every inch of her exposed skin. When he ran out of skin to kiss, he slowly moved her sweatpants down her legs, and continued, going slowly and driving her crazy.
Once he removed her pants and panties completely, he took care of his own and the returned to her so they were both lying naked. Camila spread her legs and Samuel fit his hips in the space between them. She felt him, pressed against her sex. They both shifted, until she felt the head of him at her entrance.
“Are you sure,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth and holding himself still.