he
smiled, shut the door behind me, and hit the alarm for his car.
“So what did you want to do after the theater?” He asked nonchalantly
as we strolled side by side into the building.
Here it goes. He was going to bring it up. I was sure of it.
Smiling, I leaned into him as I wrapped my arm around his waist. “Well, I was
thinking we could go back to your house and hang out.” I looked up at him with
a broad smile. “I was thinking I could sleep over?”
“Sounds good to me. Which movie did you want to see?” He nodded
toward the listings. I couldn’t help sulking slightly as I stared at the
selections. I was sure that his mood would have changed when I asked to sleep
over. He acted as if it didn’t faze him, which kind of upset me, so I chose the
most non-manly, non-grim, non-action movie possible.
After grabbing our snacks and popcorn, we entered an empty
theater. Marcus arched a brow at me. Okay, so I forced him to watch a chick
flick. “Popular movie, huh?”
“It’s been out for a while now. I heard it was good.” He shook
his head with a slight grin, as I followed him toward the back of the theater.
We sat in the middle of the back row. After adjusting in my seat, I turned to
face him. “I’m sorry for making you watch a chick flick. If you want, we can
see something else. I can come back and watch this with Megan some other time.”
He brought his hand up and cupped my face. “Babe, seriously, it’s
fine. Besides, we’re the only ones here. We could practically get away with
anything.” He wiggled his brow.
I tossed some popcorn at him. “Play nice.” I teased. He laughed
and leaned back in his chair. I did, in fact, feel bad for forcing him to watch
a romance movie.
We talked for a few minutes before the lights dimmed and the
previews started.
Marcus wasted no time as he lifted the arm of the chair between
us and scooted over. I followed his movement with my eyes.
His hand slowly rose up my skirt. He stopped midway as his
fingers gently traced circles on my inner thigh. My insides tightened. I knew I
was going to stop him, but as I nibbled on my bottom lip, I didn’t. I wanted to
test how far he would go. He stayed there gently stroking my inner thigh,
teasing me with his touch. It was as if he were clueless to what he was doing, as
if he didn’t know the effect that small movement had on me.
I sucked in a ragged breath, and his lips curled into a slight
smile. He focused on the screen as I watched him the entire time. His fingers
moved again; this time he went further up. I swallowed hard as his fingertips
played with the rim of my lace panties. My heart picked up its pace.
Pushing my panties aside, he rubbed his fingertips along my clit.
Leaning back on the chair, he turned his head and focused on me. Humor washed
from his face, and his eyes filled with desire, with want. I shut my eyes and
tossed my head back on the chair as he slid two fingers inside of me. My
insides were throbbing and yearning for him. I should have stopped him, but as
I caught his wrist, I found myself guiding him in and out of me.
His skillful fingers continued working me, his thumb rubbing over
my clit, as he leaned down and ran his tongue along my neck, towards my
earlobe, sucking it in. I turned my chin, catching his mouth, and his tongue
twirled, sucking along mine. My breathing became heavier as I became aroused.
It was as if he knew my body better than I did. His finger thrust and pounced
faster and harder into me. A moan escaped me as I gripped his shirt, digging my
nails into him, and bit on his bottom lip to keep from screaming as I released
all of the aching tension.
Sucking in air, my eyes flashed opened, and I stared at him. I
wanted him in so many ways. The past two weeks had been haunting. I needed him
inside me more than ever.
Unzipping his pants, with his hand coated in my wetness, he began
stroking himself. Breathing heavily, I looked around. We were still alone. I had
this instant
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