“Well, that’s our cue to leave, too, baby,” Jason stated, standing and stretching. He reached back down and pulled Corinna up.
“I guess I won’t be the odd man out. I’ve got some place I need to be too,” Tommi professed with a wink at me.
“Bye, guys,” I called out, waving a hand.
“Lock up after yourselves,” Ashton called out before he buried his face in my neck.
I moaned and stretched my legs out. With my head on the armrest of the couch, my ass on his lap, and my legs stretched out down the rest of the couch, he slid his hand underneath my long-sleeved T-shirt.
“Mm.” I moaned as he rubbed one of my CBRs. It made me tense up and sent a flood of desire through my body. I loved when he played with my nipple piercings. My nipples were already sensitive, but when he toyed with the CBRs, it was a major turn on for me.
His hand slid back down to burrow into my leggings. “Hold up, baby. I’ve been waiting for them to leave for a reason,” I declared, tugging his hand out of my pants and sitting up.
“Come on.” He groaned and smacked his forehead. I moved to the fireplace and reached inside of an empty vase and removed a few index cards.
“What’s that?”
“A game.”
“I don’t want to play a game, baby. I’m trying to get me some.”
“And you will. But first things first,” I demanded, dropping down onto his lap.
I shifted the index cards and felt his chin resting on my shoulder. “What’s this?”
“It’s a game. It’ll help us get to know each other intimately better without having sex.”
“Damn, that don’t sound like a fun time to me.”
“It is,” I replied, laughing and shoving him on the shoulder. “These are your set of questions, and here are mine.”
He stared at the card for several long seconds. “You’re being forced to choose one sex position the rest of your life, what is it?”
“Ohh! Easy. Doggy style.”
“Nasty ass,” he grumbled.
I laughed. “Why I gotta be nasty?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“You like it though,” I stated, kissing his lips.
He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into my mouth. I pulled back. “My turn. If you’re with your parents watching a movie and a sex scene comes on, what do you do?”
“Try to find a woman so I can emulate that position.”
“Ash!” I shouted and smacked him in the chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. “What, baby? What you want me to say?”
“Gah! You’re impossible.”
“Whatever. What’s your love language?”
“Ooh, that’s a good one, baby. Physical touch and words of affirmation.”
“Like this?” he asked, running his hand underneath my T-shirt again.
“Mm, yes,” I replied.
