“See, I’m going to call that as you made the first move,” I comment.
“Fuck off, Spencer, can we just watch this in silence?”
Looking at April, I see that she's pulled a cushion tightly into her lap, and she's looking intensely at the screen.
My eyes track a journey to the screen, back to April, and return to the movie where I’m pulling her dress down with no politeness.
“You have no respect for expensive clothing,” she one-tone quips.
“Oh yeah? You have no idea how to work a buckle.”
“This thing. It’s a pain. Why won’t it come off?” April says in a breathy tone as she looks down at her hands that are fumbling with my belt.
“April. It’s a belt.” I slow us down and give her knowing eyes as I show her how to unbuckle the basic accessory.
Her response is to push me back on the bed. “Asshole.”
She’s in a black bra and panties and is now straddling me, her pussy right on top of my cock. Using my arms, I walk myself up to sit, her breasts tight against my chest, and I reach my hands up to unclasp her bra, and when I kiss the curve of her shoulder, I notice my phone on the docking station on the desk.
“April,” I say softly.
“Shh. Don’t speak.” She continues to attack my neck with her mouth.
I bring my hands to her shoulders to pause her. “Wait.”
It gets her attention, and she looks at me as I peel myself away from under her, depositing her body to the side in the process like a toss of a ball into a glove.
“What the hell.”
I walk to my phone. “Fuuuck.”
“What now?”
“The video is on.” I reach my thumb out to stop it.
“Don’t!”
Creases form on my forehead as I look at her, my hand frozen in mid-air, and I feel an entertained smirk forming. “Don’t? As in, let it keep recording?”
April is sitting on her knees, and I’d be lying if I said she didn’t look cute as fuck with her tits pushed together between her arms at her sides.
“Now you’re shy?” Her sass never fades.
“No. Just surprised you would want the proof for later that I’ve made you come more than once.”
She snarls a sound. “Don’t set yourself up for failure, sailor.”
With that I give up on my phone and return to the bed in a flash, pin her down by her wrists above her head against the mattress, and urge her thighs open with my knee because I have a point to prove.
In the present, I feel April looking at me. It causes me to glance from the movie to April who immediately turns away when I catch her. She appears warm, or rather hot, and definitely bothered. Her legs are crossed rather tightly, and I have no qualms about admitting the fact that my cock is twitching against the fabric of my jeans.
“Want me to pause? Take in the fact that you were the adventurous one?” I haven’t forgotten what she let slip earlier. It makes a little sense where her logic was that night and what a tool her ex was.
My guess is he couldn’t deliver and placed the blame on April who is by no means a bore in the sack.
“No.”
I slide along to couch closer to her, well aware that she is watching pre-season me licking her senseless with her body writhing under me while I had to use my hands to hold her hips down.
