"So, what you wanting to watch?"
That was it. The question that would undoubtedly turn this average night into one of raw fucking lust.
I felt my teeth dig into my lower lip as I shrugged in answer to his question. Would he notice that?
Snapping my lips shut tight together and looking away from his deep blue eyes, I suddenly felt shy. It was stupid of me, of course. Id known the guy for ages! We'd been a couple for months, yet he still had that strange effect on me as though I was looking into those gorgeous blue eyes for the first time.
He always let me wear his hoodie to bed when it was extra cold at night, but it had nothing to do with the cold when I hugged the soft fabric closer to my skin.
I sat down on the bed and pulled the sheets over my bare legs as he scanned Netflix to find a show to watch. He would often stop and ask me for suggestions, but again id just shrug and curl up tighter in his bed.
The tv began to murmur random sentences which I wasn't really listening to, but instead focusing on his tall form as he made he way to lay beside me.
"This okay?" he said in a deep husky voice. His arm snaked around my shoulders, leaving his large hand to rest just above my breast. Even through the thick, lush fabric of his hoodie I could feel the warmth from his hand.
"Yeah, this is fine." I smiled a dorky smile to hide the shaking in my voice. Why was I so fucking nervous?!
After flashing a bright smile at me, he pressed his warm lips to my temple in a simple, loving gesture. Quickly I turned my head, leaving my hair to spread out over the pillows beneath us, and planted my lips on his.
I loved this. I always would. The feel of his lush bottom lip between my teeth, the warmth of his breath on my face when I did so. The slight tickle of his beard against my chin as our mouth moved in union. It was all so intoxicating.
Gently, I slid my hand from his neck down over his collar bone, trailing further down the lines of his chest and abdomen until I reached his cock.
"What are you doing?" he sighed with a smile.
He didn't stop me. His fingers laced tighter in my hair and he pushed his cock into my wanting hand.
"Just touching," I replied, biting my lip before pushing my lips back to his.
He moaned into my mouth as my hand rubbed over the thin fabric of his shorts, feeling his member harden with every brush of my fingers.
In a sudden swift movement, the zipper of the hoodie I was wearing was yanked down, revealing my breasts to him. Without a word he ducked his head and trailed soft kissed down my neck and around my chest.
Gasping, I could feel my breasts moving with each pant, I could hear the small moans escaping my mouth as his tongue lapped closer and closer to-
"Oh!" The sudden rush of pleasure from his mouth was like a shockwave through my breast. An intense yearning for him to not stop.
My hand rubbed harder on his throbbing erection. I already wanted him inside me. I could feel how wet I was, and the anticipation was killing me.
"Please fuck me," I breathed, raising my head only to see his silhouetted against the glow of Netflix coming from the television.
He raised his head from my chest, replacing his lips with his gentle yet strong fingers. He didn't say anything though; he just smiled cheekily at me before kissing me again.
Too impatient, I reached my hand into the waistband of his shorts, leaving the other to tangle in his dark, chestnut hair. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling how thick he was.
