Deviant

Chill (part 1)

Comfortably intertwined on our soft suede couch. Cozy blankets, and plushy pillows enhance the relaxing feeling of us watching movies together. Or should I say me watching movies because bae is knocked out cold.

Even though he's asleep his arms wrap around me tightly holding me stuck in place on top of him.

I look up, and stare at his beautiful face. I must thank Most High for gracing me with such a sexy, smart, loving, caring fiancé the way only Most High could. I am truly loved.

The peaceful look on his face fills my heart with pure joy. I kiss his cheek softly, not wanting to wake him.

I then find myself staring at his lips, and they look too good for me not to steal a kiss, and another.. and another. His lips slowly stretch into a smile as his eyes flutter open.

"Is the movie over?" he asks sleep still evident in his voice.

"No babe, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." I smile sweetly.

"Oh." He smiles back at me, and places a tender kiss on my lips. His hands rub up and down my back before he slides them in my shorts to rest comfortably on my butt.

"Go back to sleep." I say as I peck his lips one more time for good measure.

"I don't want to." He grins as his hands firmly grip my butt.

"Oh so you're gonna watch the movie with me?" I ask cheerfully.

"Nah it's boring."

"Really? You picked it..What do you want to watch than?"

"Let's play a game." A mischievous smile appears on his face.

"What kind of game?" I raise one eyebrow in suspicion. I can feel the deviance ravishing his mind. Something tells me this lazy afternoon is about to turn into a freak fest.

"Give me one more kiss before we start."

"Why should I?" I ask teasingly. The look on his face sent me into a giggling fit.

"Because I said so." He stares into my eyes, then my lips, and back to my eyes.

"Good thing I don't have to listen to you, you're not my dad." I roll my eyes playfully, and start to push myself off of him. His hand quickly grabs my neck, and pulls me down to kiss him.

Whew I love it.

"You're right I'm not your dad, but you love to call me daddy." He smacks my ass then allows me to get off of him.

"That's cap." I cheese at him, knowing for a fact that what he's saying is true.

"Mm okay." He smirks, and sits up on the couch. "Come here." He pats the cushion next to him for me to sit.

"So what's the game?" I ask sitting crisscross applesauce.

"No Hands." His smirk grows wider, and so does mine. We've played this game maybe once, or twice before, but it didn't last very long.

"Are you sure you have enough self control for this game?" I cross my arms, and raise my eyebrows.

"It's crazy how you're talking shit, but I won last time." he says with a sly grin.