“That’s something I guess we need to practice, huh?”
She looks up at me, and I nod slightly.
“Yeah. Okay, my turn,” I say.
“Your turn?” She looks at me in confusion.
“To practice how I would snuggle next to you.”
She rolls off of me and lies flat on her back. I lie flat and then move over to her. I place my hand at the bottom of her T-shirt and slide it up under her shirt on her stomach. She takes an inward breath as she gazes at me, eyes wide.
“When two people are in love, they have a familiar touch,” I say as I run my fingers across her skin. “You can’t gasp every time I touch you.”
“I know,” she says, licking her lips. “I just?—”
“You just what?” I say as I slide my fingers up further under the curve of her breasts, then stop.
She bites down on her lower lip. “I just … nothing.”
I grin as I pull my hand back from under her T-shirt. She looks slightly disappointed, and I wonder if she wanted what I wanted—to play with her nipples, to pull her T-shirt up and suck on her breasts—but that would be taking this way too far. It’s not like I am going to be sucking on her nipples in front of our family and friends.
She looks over at me. “Should we watch your movie?” she asks softly, and I nod. “Shall we turn out the lights?”
I jump off the bed and turn the lights off. When I get back, we get under the sheets, and she snuggles into the crook of my arm again as I find a Kate Hudson movie that she loved when we were younger.
“This one is so funny,” she says, staring at the TV screen.
“Oh, yeah?” I run my fingers down the side of her face casually.
“Yeah, she has to convince him that she’s crazy to get him to dump her.”
“Oh, yeah, I kind of remember this movie,” I say, staring at her, not the TV screen.
Mia starts laughing at some of the antics on the screen, and I delightat the sound of her voice. It’s really nice, being here with her, having her next to me.
“I wanted to just see something.”
“What’s that?” I ask her.
“Well, I was thinking that when we go out next time, I should sit in your lap.”
“Oh?” I freeze suddenly.
“Yeah.”
She rolls over, and all of a sudden, she’s on top of me, straddling me. She slides back and forth, her panties grinding on top of my cock. I look up at her innocent, wide eyes.
“I feel like I should know how to sit in your lap properly.”
“Well, right now, you’re doing more than sitting in my lap.”
“What do you mean?”
“Right now, I’m lying flat on my back, and you’re straddling me, Mia.”
“Yeah, otherwise known as sitting in your lap.”
“Well, I’m not sitting, and I think you need to stop that,” I say, grabbing her hips.
