“Ugh..” I groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through my body as my hip hit the edge of the couch in the living room for the third time this week.
It was only Tuesday. I’ve stubbed my toe at least five times in the last three days.
My girlfriend of two years, Vera, chuckled inwardly, her attention never wavering from her book on dark romance.
Sending a playful glare her way, I pushed the couch back to its original place. It must’ve moved from last night's events.
I made my way over to my love, but after a few steps, I stubbed the same toe that had already been stubbed the last few times.
Instead of a groan, the sound of a feather-light moan slipped past the lips that Vera puts to work every other night.
Whether it be a way to relieve stress and built-up frustration, or just because I’ve caught her in a mood.
Sometimes after I’ve put her in one.
Vera glanced up at me through her long lashes, a small smirk plastered on her face. “That’s twice in a row now,” The accent in her voice was clear as she spoke. “You’d think she’d learn from the past few days.”
I gave a sarcastic laugh, sitting next to her and laying my head on her lap. Closing my eyes, I sighed out of contentment at the feeling of a soft, familiar hand on my cheek. “I swear it’s like all the furniture moved to be in my way on purpose,”
I could hear the low hum that came from my girlfriend before she spoke once again. “Odd, if you ask me.”
I nodded before opening my eyes and looking up at the book in Vera’s hand. It was stealing all the spotlight.
Lifting my right hand, I gently pulled the book away from V’s grasp. “Don’t you wanna do something better than that?” I suggested with a small smile.
She’d then roll her eyes at me with a smirk. I could tell that it was playful though.
“Oh, you mean like you?” She looked down at me, her eyes filled with mischief and something else. I think it was desire.
“You said it, not me. But maybe.” I answered.
There was something about this girl that did something to me. Maybe it was her accent and how she said certain words.
Maybe it was how she looked innocent yet mischievous at the same time.
Or maybe it was the way her perfect lips deliberately curled into the smirk that never failed to make me nervous, anxious, and excited all at the same time.
I know what she's doing. She knows what she's doing. “That I did,” She nodded. “And I'm about to do you.”
“Damn it, she's barely done anything and I'm already hot and bothered.” I pondered.
It didn't help that she said it so casually and with a smirk too. As if we were talking about the weather or some movie.
I was close to tossing, more like throwing, the book across the room, but I refrained from the urge.
Last time I did something like that, Vera edged me for hours without a release as a punishment.
All because I tossed her stuffed bat somewhere else on the bed because he was taking up all the attention and space I needed. I had to beg my way out of the doghouse.
Anyway, back to now. I carefully placed the dark red book on the couch, putting it in a spot that was out of the way.
Sitting up, I looked over my girl's features, starting at her brows that seemed to be sculpted by Greek gods and goddesses, then to her eyes that held the key to my heart and mind.
From there, my gaze moved lower to her cheeks. I desperately wanted to trace over her cheekbones with my fingers but I had to be a good girl for her and resist the temptations that ailed me.
Then again, I desperately wanted to do other things. And I wanted her to do some of them to me too.
Her pink nose was always a safe target to kiss without landing in bed, tangled in the sheets.
Her lips.. God, her lips. Kissing her was like a drug to me. Every time our lips met, whether it be a soft little peck or a bruising clash of dominance, it felt like pure ecstasy.
I leaned in to kiss her before I was stopped by a finger against my lips. “Did you really think I was going to give you what you want that easily, babe?”
Her smirk had widened into the grin that I've gotten familiar with. She was going to make this hard for me. I could tell.
Before I could answer, she stood up from her spot, leaving me dumbfounded.
I watched her hips sway like a watch being swung by a hypnotist. I called after her, getting up from the couch myself to follow her.
I noticed her hands behind her back, one of them giving me a signal to keep following her.
And I did as told.
I followed her upstairs to our bedroom, I watched as she sat on the bed with her legs crossed, beckoning me to come towards her.
I moved towards her and guess what? I hit my hip on the dresser for the umpteenth time. Again. “Ughh, fuck…” I moaned out, rubbing one of the many sore spots on my body. She'll be hearing that sound a hell of a lot.
931 words from yours truly ;) - Salem
