She laughs again. “It’s been on for less than thirty minutes. We promised to stay clothed and actually make it through an entire movie for once.”
I kiss my way from her neck to her lips. She briefly kisses me back. I whisper into her lips, “I can’t wait. I need you.”
She shakes her head. “We’re watching this movie, Knight.” She runs her fingers along my scruff as she bites her lip, serving only to further harden my cock. “This is like being back in high school making out with a guy, in my clothes, on the couch in my parents’ basement. The build-up is kind of hot.”
I smile. “If we were in high school, I’m confident I would’ve already gotten to second base.”
She giggles. “Fine, you can have second base.”
I immediately move my hands under and up her sweatshirt. I narrow my eyes at her when I discover that she’s not wearing a bra. She gives me a sexy, knowing smirk.
Two can play this game. I move my head under her sweatshirt and suck on one of her nipples while pinching the other. I know it drives her absolutely wild.
Her breathing picks up and she wraps her legs around me, squeezing me in for the friction I know she’s craving.
She breathes out, “Okay. You win. Let’s move this along.”
I pull my head out and smile in triumph as we sit up. She quickly straddles me as I pull off her sweatshirt.
I stare at my wife’s perfect, full tits. She smiles as she shakes her head. “You’re looking at my boobs like you haven’t seen them every day for nearly four years.”
I grab them with my hands. “My memory never does them justice. They’re so fucking perfect.” I look up at her. “You’re perfect.”
She lifts my T-Shirt over my head. “No, Knight.” She moves her eyes up and down my chest and abs as she licks her lips. “This is perfection.”
She runs her fingers through my hair and brings her lips to mine. She slides her tongue into my mouth, and I return the favor. I love the way she tastes and the softness of her lips. She’s aggressive but in a loving way. I could kiss her all day long.
I move my hands around her waist and push her onto my cock. She circles her hips, grinding down hard onto me. I need to be inside her.
I stand with her wrapped around me, still kissing. I start walking us toward our bedroom, but the kiss is becoming more feverish. When I reach the foyer, I push her body against the wall and rub myself where I know she’s aching for me. She moans into my mouth.
I love the feel of her soft chest against my hard one. Everything about her is warm, delicate, and inviting. Her legs are locked around me. I run my hands up her body. My extreme need for her never lessens. I may tear her clothes off and fuck her against the wall right here.
Just then, the doorbell rings. Given that we’re in the foyer, we can actually see the mostly glass front door from where we are. We break our kiss and both turn toward the door to see Melissa standing there through the glass. As soon as she sees us and our state of undress, her eyes widen and she quickly turns around.
I pull Darian’s exposed chest flush against mine, and immediately move us back into the living room, out of sight. I put Darian back on her feet. We’re both laughing as we put our tops back on.
She looks at me. “Just another awkward Melissa encounter. We’re piling them up lately.”
I nod in agreement. “You can go to the bedroom. I’ll see what she wants.”
She moves her eyes down to the large bulge in my sweatpants. “I don’t think you’re in any condition to greet her. You stay here and chill out for a minute. I’ll get the door.”
I look down and nod. She’s right. I can’t answer the door like this.
Darian turns the corner and heads for the door. I take a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down.
I hear the door open. “Hey, Melissa. Oh my god. What’s wrong?”
I hear Melissa’s shaky voice. “I’m so sorry to interrupt you guys. Can I just talk to Jackson for a minute?”
“Of course. Come in. Please. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thank you. I’ll just be a few minutes.”
I look down and seem okay enough. There’s only so much a man can do to keep things at bay in gray sweatpants.
I turn the corner and see Melissa. She’s clearly been crying. And she’s dressed down, which I rarely ever see from her. I pinch my eyebrows in concern. “Hey. Are you okay?”