Recollections

Smut XIII

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The movie's soundtrack plays clear and confidently from the TV's speakers, my boy's voice sounding in my ear from behind me as the evening sun streams in, dangerously close to the TV's screen. It dares to give a blinding glare on the screen and intrude on my glorious movie.

"So," He starts, "I don't understand the point of-"

Without turning to him I lift my hand and put one finger out, feeling my finger press against his plush lips, keeping him shushed as I enjoy the theatrical masterpiece before me. The movie that is playing holds effects on me, exciting my mind with a passion for the story, no matter how many times the movie is judged and said to be "bad" or "cringe." Because despite it all, despite the main storyline plot that's been repeated what feels like millions of times, the specifics to this movie is what makes it so incredible, including the soundtrack audio that is enough to send my heart into a whirl of emotions.

My eyes watch the screen intently, admiring the visual art, my ear listening closely to the audio, my heart putting it all together to make my mind race with story possibilities. The director is a true artist-

I whip my head around to look at the man I've been watching movies with since the hour we woke up this morning. I can't help my eyes from staring at his lips, currently wrapped around my pointer finger. His tongue licks at my finger from the inside, the warmth engulfing my finger and leaving the rest of me cold. Only for a moment. Then suddenly my body is aflame.

The look in his eyes when I finally glance back up is sheer lust covered by a facade of innocence, the sparkle in his eyes mischievous and playful. My mouth parts slightly, enough to let out a shaky breath, my head going light as it seems like any blood flow my body has is abruptly interrupted and instantly drains south, lighting my whole lower half up like a sudden wildfire to dry grass.

I attempt to say something, but I fail as he holds my hand to his lips with his own hand, his tongue refusing to stop. The urge to push my hand into him and shove my middle finger between his teeth as well is palpable, but I use every bit of will I have left to hold back, gulping hard as I lightly pull my hand away. He doesn't fight the action, but his head follows my motion as he leans forward until my arm is reaching beside me to pull away. 

My fingers run cold, my head grows dizzy, and every feeling I have falls to my center, my clit throbbing in arousal. How that one action kickstarts so many reactions in my body I have no clue. I can feel myself shiver lightly, but I keep still the best I can.

Until I can't, his eyes too intense and inviting. So, I slide sideways, my brain forgetting about the movie entirely. I slide off his lap, and sit with my leg beneath me, my other leg hanging off the edge of the couch, my foot sitting flat on the ground.

His eyes hold mine, one hand sitting flat to the couch cushion, another resting on his knee. He doesn't let out one bit of sound besides a deep exhale as I push one hand against my own thigh.

Without a word, I stand quickly and rush to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. I press my hand against the door, the other holding the edge of the bathroom sink. I don't dare look at my own reflection in the mirror, knowing my eyes will be blown wide in arousal, my skin dancing brightly with a deep blushing pink.

My mind rolls with a million different scenarios, and memories, which ultimately draws my attention to the tingling between my thighs, the wetness increasing as my mind fails to settle, images torturing me as they gleam in my head over and over and over.

I breathe as steadily as I can, my fingers twitching in desire to touch. Whether to touch myself or to touch him while he touches me, I can't tell.

The word "breathe" plays in my head on repeat. I reach my hand to put pressure against the throbbing between my thighs, my fingers subconsciously rubbing in anticipation. I am startled when I suddenly hear his voice from the other side of the door. Quiet and demanding, he only calls me by my pet name. I press my lips together and hum in response.