My King ✔️

Seven

It wasn't too far into the movie that I realized that neither of us were really paying much attention to it. I had scooted so close to him that I was barely on my side of the loveseat. He curled his arm around me, his hand resting on my side where the end of my shirt stopped. Through our slight movements here and there, my shirt had actually lifted, and the tips of his fingers were resting against my skin.

I snuggled into him, one arm around his back, my head resting against his shoulder, and my fingers linking with his. I was so comfortable, I wondered if he was as well.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking up. He looked down and nodded before looking back to the movie. "Are you sure? I'm comfortable, but you need to be too."

He turned back to me and squeezed me a little closer to him raising his hand to push him hair out of my face. "I promise. I feel very comfortable."

As soon as he quit talking, my eyes could only focus on his lips. They were perfectly pink and plump and the same urge I felt not too long ago settled within me once again. I bit my own lip letting out a slow breath before settling back where I was looking at the screen.

After a few more minutes I spoke again. "Do you have any lip balm?"

I leaned up and looked to him expectedly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a medicated lip balm making me smile. "Will this work?"

"Yes please." I smiled, and he handed it to me. I took it from him uncapping the lid before pressing it to my lips. He watched as I slowly moved the stick over my lips, covering them perfectly before I pulled it from my lips and put the cap back on. I held it out for him to take watching him lick his lips. "Thank you." I smiled sweetly to him.

"You are most welcome." He said taking it from me, but he continued to stare at my lips.

"Do you want some?" I asked, now feeling bold.

"Um..." But I didn't give him much more time to think. Slowly I moved forward, his eyes focusing on mine, before my lips hovered above his.

"I can share."

His eyes locked with mine as I felt his hand reach up and take me gently by the back of the head through the roots of my hair. With a tilt of his head his lips touched my own and he gave me the sweetest kiss I had ever had in my life.

His lips ran over my own over and over again; so soft, so smooth, and my heart was nearly beating out of my chest. The kiss didn't last very long and when he pulled back our eyes didn't drift from one another, and we stayed frozen in our places.

Butterflies in my stomach were unignorable at this point, and I felt myself melting in the depths of his dark, beautiful eyes.

"I don't want to watch the movie anymore." I whispered, his lips only an inch away from my own.

He swallowed thickly. "What would you like to do?" He asked.

He kept his hand in the roots of my hair, and with that I knew he wanted to kiss me again, just as bad as I wanted to kiss him.

So again, I took it a step further.

I jumped him.

Literally.

I jumped on top of him making him lean back into the seat he was in. I clambered onto his lap, each of my legs on each side of his thighs and took hold of his face by the side of his chin.

Just as I felt his hands land on my back, I pressed my lips against his again. The warm plush pillows puckered against mine and I melted once again into him. My entire body was pressed up against him, my hips moving against his lap and my hands now running through his hair taking a firm grip.