He pulls the blanket over both of us and keeps one arm over my waist, hand tucked just below my boobs. My head rests on the bicep of the arm underneath my head, and I feel Sasha relax as he falls back asleep.
I am…not asleep. Not even close. His warmth fully surrounds me, his muscular skin igniting mine every place we touch. The feeling of his body hair against me is erotic in a way I wasn’t ready for. He just feels somanlybehind me. I try to wiggle myself into any less of a compromising position, but he growls behind me and pulls me closer.
His last adjustment has me feeling his half-hard dick nestled against my thighs, just beneath my ass, and it takes everything I have not to grind against him. I’m so warm, and so cozy, that I can’t help but drift off and enjoy him in dreamland.
Mmm, this is a good dream. Someone’s holding me like they never want to let me go, and I have something nice and hardbehind my ass to rub on. I feel wanton, slowly circling my hips as whoever is behind me groans. I’m not surprised I’m having a wet dream, with how frustrated I’ve been lately by my roommate…
My eyes pop open, and I still, realizing that I’m not dreaming, and it is, in fact, my roommate I’m grinding on. Maybe he isn’t awake, and I can crawl over him like a ninja without him realizing we fell asleep on the couch, cuddling.
“Fuck.Good morning, Sunshine,” he says, his raspy voice in my ear as he grips my hip and gives one more little thrust of his hips between my ass cheeks.
Okay, no pretending this didn’t happen.
“Uh, good morning,” I whisper. “What time is it?”
He finally pulls away from me to grab his phone from the floor.
“It’s noon.”
A few long moments pass before we both scramble off the couch, realizing at the same time that we are over an hour late for hair and makeup. And it’s an important day.The wedding night.We should be at our best today, not running in late and half asleep. We both quickly change and scamper up to the main house to face Blanche’s wrath. She catches us in hair and makeup, not mad but curious about where we were.
“We fell asleep on the couch,” I say, deciding honesty is the best policy. “I tried to wake Sasha up too early, and he dragged me into a nap.”
“You tried to wake Sasha up…from the couch?” Blanche asks, fixing us each with a scrutinizing look.
I decide not to elaborate and instead nod. Once she finishes staring, she takes a deep breath and moves on to discussing the plans for the day.
“Well, in any case, I hope you both had time to read your packets for the basic rundown of the scene. This is unique to anything we’ve filmed thus far, and it’s some of the softest lovemaking that Henry and I ever had.”
She’s wistful as she continues.
“It was a beautiful, playful night. We were just so in love. Passionate as always, of course, but gentler.” She clears her throat and gets back to business. “Did both of you speak to the intimacy coordinator? And you’re both okay with the chosen modesty garments? We’re truly simulating sex today. I don’t want either of you to be uncomfortable.”
We nod.Thathad been an interesting conversation, but after our couch cuddles and semi-naked Twister, I think we’re going to be okay today.
“Wonderful! Well I’ll see the two of you out there!”
Two hours later, we’ve barely made any progress. The scene starts with a very sensual massage for me, then moves on to stripping each other slowly. Whenever Sasha starts to rub high enough on my legs to be underneath my silk robe, though, we get the giggles. I don’t know if running in late together made us extra silly, or we both just feel lighter today after having such a heavy conversation last night. Whatever it is, though, we’re trying Blanche’s patience.
“Cut!”
She clicks over to us in her heels, and it’s easy to tell we’re wearing on her. She stares at us for a long minute before cutting straight to the chase.
“If the two of you don’t stop giggling and get into sex mode, I’m going to take every scrap of clothing out of that cottage, and you’ll have to coexist naked, 24/7! Now I’ve seen the magic between you two, so I know you have it in you. Show me!”
She marches off back to her director’s chair, and when I glance at Sasha, I see he’s definitely no longer laughing. Alright. Time to do this for real.
“Action!”
He begins massaging me again, fresh oil on his hands helping them glide across my instep and up my calves. This time, there’sno hesitation or pause at my knee, and he pushes the hem of my robe up to reveal the lacy tops of my stockings, held in place by a white garter belt. His eyes flash when he sees the straps pulled taut, struggling to contain my ass and thighs. For now, he pushes no further, focusing on touching every inch of my skin below the waist.
Well, almost every inch.
I lean back onto my elbows, thankful for the comfort of the low, padded platform we’re filming on. I lose myself to the sensation, forgetting the lights and crew and thinking only of his touch. My relaxed state ends as I moan, feeling him part my legs farther and bend them at the knee, rubbing the back of each thigh and coming closer to my center with every pass. After he’s rubbed everything he can without touching my core, he stops and offers a hand to pull me to a seated position. For a beat, he smirks as he realizes how close I am to his crotch, then he pulls me all the way up to stand.
Dropping all pretense of the massage, he pulls the sash on my robe, and it falls gently to the floor. His nostrils flare as he sees the full impact of the bridal lingerie I’m wearing, a white lace corset with stockings, garter belt hanging on for dear life. The thong is so flimsy I might as well be pantyless, and the modesty patch for filming that’s stuck to me with double-sided tape is likely soaked through already.
As he stares, I become impatient. Reaching for the first button of his dress shirt, I do my best to match our levels of undress as he finally speaks. Luckily for me, Blanche’s script for today is minimal and encourages improvisation.
