“Are you ready to watch the movie? Because if not, I’m going to toss you on that bed and fuck you again.”
“Mm, tempting,” she sasses. “Let’s watch the movie first.”
Somehow it feels like we’ve been together forever and like everything is fresh all at once. I want to spend hours making her come, and also as long laying around with her head resting on my chest.
I just want to exist with Eve Lombard as the universe passes us by.
We settle on the couch with her nestled into my side, my arm draped around her shoulders. The film we pick out ends up being background noise.
I miss most of the beginning because I’m too focused on the talking we’re doing with our hands. We’re palm to palm, then entwining our fingers, exploring every bump and line.
She flips my hand to study my palm with gentle sweeping touches. I have no idea what’s going on in the film because I’m captivated by her.
Halfway in, she gets up for water. Instead of returning to me, she pauses by one of the boxes I’ve been using as a side table. She plops down and moves the stuff on top to the floor before opening it.
“Want me to turn this off?”
She jolts, attention flying to me. “I’m sorry,” she says automatically. “This is sort of bugging me.”
I chuckle. “Don’t be. I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie, either. I was more interested in looking at you.”
She blushes and climbs to her feet. I drag the box over to the coffee table so we can do it together.
“You’re giving me a good excuse to finally unpack.”
Her shoulders relax. “You don’t mind?”
“No. Help me make this place feel more like a home?” I offer my hand.
She takes it with a relieved smile. “You always do that.”
“What?”
“You get me. I never have to explain myself, you just roll with it. You don’t get mad about my ADHD or think it’s annoying when I’m distracted like this.”
“Why would I? It’s part of who you are. And if I haven’t made it clear enough, I like everything about you, sweetheart.”
She bumps her shoulder against mine. I take her chin and kiss her.
The movie continues while we make our way through the box. She finds spots for my hockey trophies and gives me shit for having some NHL merch for west coast teams when most of Heston Lake follows teams in the Eastern Conference in addition to their support for the Heston U Knights. I wrestle with her until I get her into one of the jerseys I collected while I was away at college and tell her how cute she looks.
It’s late when we strip down to go to bed, but we don’t sleep right away. We lay awake talking. It doesn’t matter that we’ve had nights like this talking through the dating app or on the phone in the last few months.
This is better. She’s exactly where she belongs.
I have her in front of me, my leg tucked between hers. The sweet scent of her shampoo fills my lungs and it will be all over my sheets.
In the middle of talking, we end up kissing. Then she pulls on my arm at the same time I give in to the urge to roll on top ofher. She opens her thighs for me and I settle my cock against her, grinding against her until she has her legs wrapped around me.
“Need you,” she begs.
When I slide inside her it’s my own personal heaven.
This time we go slow. I take her hands and pin them above her head with our fingers threaded together. I swallow each gasp as I hit her nice and deep. The flutter of her pussy when she comes is too fucking good. I drop my forehead to hers, a groan scraping my throat as I finish.
Afterwards, I have Eve wrapped in my arms. She moves her ass back so it’s against me and I drag her close enough to feel her heart beating in time with mine. I bury my face in the crook of her shoulder, more content than I’ve ever been in my life.
TWENTY-FOUR
