37|Movie Night
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The random movie I picked flickered quietly in front of us in the dim room.
Soft sounds of breathy moans and slow jazz filled the room.
The movie had been soft and romantic up until the couple gave in, quickly undressing themselves and turning this wholesome movie into an erotic one.
I stayed still, lying on my side with the blanket pulled up to my waist, pretending to be unfazed.
But I could feel him behind me.
Nate's chest was pressed against my back, his body warm, steady...too steady.
His hand rested lightly on my stomach, unmoving, but I knew he was awake.
Wide awake and pissed.
I told him we should watch a wholesome movie instead of making out like we were newly weds, but but of course, I picked this slow-burn romance that had somehow evolved into a full-blown soft-core porn by the third act.
He hadn't said a word.
Neither had I.
The only sound in the room was the movie with the rustle of sheets, the quiet gasps, and the whisper of, Jonathan, the male lead's name.
"Really, Nae?" He asked behind me, his deep voice filled with amusement.
"It'll be over soon," I murmured, making sure I didn't meet his gaze. "Just wait."
But of course he didn't.
His hand, which was resting innocently on my stomach, began to move slowly.
His fingers trailed down, first lifting the oversized T-shirt I was wearing to rest on my stomach, then brushing past the waistband of my panties.
"Do you ever wonder," he started, his mouth now close to my ear which tickled me, "if couples are actually like that in real life?"
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
Suddenly, I was hyperaware of everything:
the way his fingers flexed just barely against my skin, the way my thighs instinctively pressed tighter, the way my breath caught when the woman moaned.
"The scene's over," my shaky voice said as I tried to focus on the movie, but I was terribly failing because his hand kept going.
Lower.
Gentler.
Oh, fuck.
Right where I was already pulsating with heat.
He touched me.
Pressed his fingers on my clit through the fabric.
"Do you ever imagine us like that?" he asked as his fingers began to move in slow circles over the fabric. "Fucking slow like it means something?"
"Fucking like you love me?" He asked and I gasped from the way my body shivered.
Nope.
Not giving in.
I kept my eyes glued to the TV, pretending the flickering screen held all my attention.
But then his other hand slipped under my shirt, warm and firm, cupping my breast like they were small enough to hold in one hand.
They weren't.
"Do you ever wonder if we're like that?" He continued to tease me.
Still, I didn't answer.
Didn't even flinch.
Until he shifted his hips and pressed into me from behind; his movements slow, hard, and impossible to ignore.
Then I felt it.
The cock I couldn't resist.
The cock that made me forget arguments and logic.
The cock that could cripple me if it wanted to.
I gasped before I could stop myself.
His lips brushed the edge of my jaw.
"There she is," he whispered, smug and hungry.
Before I could snap back or continue to ignore him, his lips found my neck.
Slow, intentional, and so fucking hot.
He kissed just beneath my ear, then lower, right where he knew it would make me shiver.
His tongue flicked softly, then he pressed another kiss, this one lingering like he wanted to brand me with it.
I could feel my clit swelling as he continued to rub harder and faster.
Soon enough my back was arched and my hips were moving with the direction of his fingers.
I couldn't help, but close my eyes and give into the moment as he pleasured me.
"Fuck," I whispered as his fingers dipped down close to my entrance.
"Do you like that?" He asked, pressing his fingers into me harder.
I quickly nodded, angling my hips to make him go lower.
"Are you sure?" He continued to tease as he returned to my clit.
"I'm sure," I muttered.
"What was that?" He asked, getting a kick of it from my torture.
"I'm fucking sure, Nate," I angrily said as I began to grind myself into his hand.
He laughed as he lowered his lips back to my neck.
"Wow, I'm just making sure my wife is satisfied," he said before finally lowering his fingers to my entrance.
"Take them off," I told him as he continued to press through my panties.
"Where's the fun in that?" He asked before his two fingers parted my folds and pushed through.
"More," I moaned out and he did just that.
His fingers pushed the fabric deeper in me before slowly pulling out.
I clench automatically as he moved with precision.
Back and forth.
Each move movement causing me pleasure in a torturous way.
His other hand continued to squeeze, pull, and rub my soft breasts and hard nipples as he kissed.
All the simulations attacking various parts of my body sent me over the edge.
I turned my head, forcing his lips to move from my neck to my lips.
His erection grew against my back, arousing me even more.
I pushed his hand away and sat up, turning to straddle him, slow and unbothered.
His eyes followed every movement like he was trying to memorize it.
I didn't say anything.
All I did was hold his gaze as I reached beneath my oversized T-shirt, hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties, and slid them down my thighs.
He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down, then back up to my face.
Waiting.
"Take them off," I said, my voice low.
He didn't ask what.
Just obeyed.
He lifted his hips and slid his sweats down far enough, the air shifting between us as everything unspoken stretched thin.
Now there was nothing between us but heat, and the kind of tension that begged to be broken.
I rubbed my entrance before cupping his hard cock and coating my juices on him.
He immediately grunted as he stared at me tantalized.
He had awoken a fucking monster in me.
I leaned in, my hands pressed to his chest as I rubbed myself against his shaft.
He smiled dangerously and I returned the greetings as we held eye contact.
My hips angled to where the head of his tip was before I grip his cock and guided it through my slick folds.
A sharp inhale flared through his nose as his cock twitched in my grip, letting me know that I was seriously affecting him.
When I dragged him over my clit, his head fell back against the pillow, exposing his throat and causing a low, guttural sound to rumble from his chest.
His hips bucked instinctively, searching for more friction, more of me.
I smiled hard as I watched him.
He was losing it and I hadn't even taken him in yet.
"I told you we should've just watched the movie," I warned him as I slipped him through my folds again.
"Now look at you," I grunted as my pulsated against him. "Fucking shaking."
A rough sound ripped from his throat, somewhere between a growl and a moan.
His fingers dug into my hips, but he didn't move...he couldn't move.
His body was begging, but I wasn't done yet.
I rocked against him again, letting the head catch right at my entrance, but I didn't let him in.
"Next time you try to tease me," I whispered, biting his jaw, "remember who has you like this."
"I can't stand you," he said as he clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at me.
Not so funny when I do it, huh?
I smiled as I continued to rocked around him like I was a damn weapon.
His fingers dug into my thighs, his restraint becoming weaker with every grind.
His cock throbbed against my entrance, slick and twitching, and still, I didn't let him in.
I just kept circling my hips, soaking him in everything he'd been begging.
Tonight I was going to let him feel just how much I'd been pretending he didn't affect me.
"Take me or I'm going to lose it," he muttered and I smiled.
"What was that?" I teased a I dragged my hips just enough to make him curse.
He didn't repeat himself.
Instead, his grip on my hips tightened and then suddenly, he yanked me down onto his cock in one hard, fluid motion.
I gasped loudly, my head snapping back as he filled me to the hilt, thick and deep and overwhelming.
My hands flew to his chest, fingers curling, my body already trembling from the shock of it.
He held me there, buried deep inside, his jaw clenched and eyes burning into mine.
There was no teasing left now.
I tried to glare down at him, but it was useless.
"Fuck," I cursed as I pulsated around him.
He made me take him all at once.
If that's how he wanted to play, then so be it.
I leaned in. "Now I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
He smiled. "I'd like to see you try, Shark."
I scoffed at his arrogance before I slowly rose up, his length dragging against every inch of me.
The stretch burned in the best way, making my thighs shake, but I held my stare on him unblinking and unbothered.
Then I slammed back down.
Hard.
His smile faltered, and his head tipped back with a curse, but I didn't stop.
I was in control for now.
And he knew it.
My clit throbbed against him as I slowly pulled back before sinking back down.
At this point, the movie paused and a message popped up asking if we were still there.
His hands gripped the sheets, but he didn't touch me.
Not until I allowed him.
And I didn't.
I winced as I took more of him inside me again.
His girth burnt my wall and stretched my tight entrance, causing me to cry out in the confusing state I call my pleasure.
He cursed as I pulsated around him and even when he was falling apart under me, he still looked so good.
When I finally took all of him again and wanted to have fun, I guided his hands to my hips.
He slowly guided me up his length, teasing my control like he always does.
It was like he wanted me to feel every inch of him and I very much did.
Then he slammed me down onto him, burying himself to the base.
The sharp sound of my ass meeting his skin echoed through the room, so raw and unfiltered I could cum from that alone.
My breath hitched and I closed my eyes as the pressure, the stretch, the sudden fullness of him stole every thought in my mind.
I picked up the pace as I began to ride him, earning a loud groan from him.
"Fuck, Naomi," he groaned, his head falling back on the pillow. "You work my cock so good."
I didn't give him time to recover.
I continued to roll my hips, getting so loud in the feeling.
I smiled as moan after moan left my lips as I worked Nate's cock, my pussy pulsating relentlessly around him.
My stomach trembled, tightened, clenched uncontrollably, and sunk as I bounced.
His hands slid up to my back, pulling me forward before I soon felt his warm, wet mouth around my nipples.
Fuck.
I knew I was a goner when my clit throbbed while a tight, warm rush began to develop in my belly.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," I cried as my legs began to speak and I released.
I moaned out loud as my whole body shook as the cum ran down his cock.
"So beautiful," he groaned out loud before his grip tightened around me.
"Naomi, I'm going to fucking cum," he warned, hoping I would get off him.
Instead, I lowered myself down fully, grinding against him with purpose, and leaned in to kiss him slow, deep, and deliberate.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound rough and helpless.
His hands clutched at my hips, not to stop me, but to anchor himself.
And then he let out a sharp, broken breath against my lips, his body shuddering beneath mine as he came hard inside me.
I didn't stop kissing him until he melted into the mattress and whispered my name distraughtly.
I made Nathaniel Carter unravel.
The same man who argued with judges without blinking, who tore through defense strategies like paper, reduced to breathless curses and trembling hands under me.
I kissed him before pressing my forehead against his, both of us still breathless, our skin damp, our hearts racing in sync.
"I love you, Nate," I whispered to him. "I never stopped."
His eyes flicked open, glassy and wide, like he hadn't expected to hear it.
Like part of him didn't think he deserved it.
Like part of him thought I was too heartless to admit it.
But I meant it.
Every word. Every syllable.
And I needed him to know.