He nodded."Why don't you go into the living room and get comfortable?I'll finish up here and start the popcorn."
It was nice to spend evenings with someone, and I never thought it would be with Morgan.I'd gotten to know him the last several weeks, and he seemed like a good guy.He'd certainly gone out of his way to help me.I wondered if he was still fulfilling his vow to my brother or if it was something else.
When I moved into the living room, a memory from my childhood popped up of creating elaborate forts, making everyone help me drag the blankets and pillows into the living room for movie night.
Morgan had plenty of both in his living room.I threw the cushions from the couch on the floor and then used a sheet I found in the laundry room as the roof for the fort.I stacked the blankets inside as the popcorn machine turned on.
I stood back and admired my work.It was sturdy and should withstand two adults inside.
Morgan came into the room with a bowl of popcorn."What's this?"
"I thought I'd build a fort."Maybe he thought it was stupid and childish.
He raised an amused brow."We're going to sit inside?"
"If you don't mind.This is something I liked doing as a kid."And I was still unsettled from everything that happened today; I needed comfort.
"Cool," he said and handed me the bowl.He climbed into the fort as I dropped to my knees.When he was settled, I handed him the bowl.
He sighed."I forgot the margaritas."
"I'll grab them."I went into the kitchen to get the two glasses, and made my way back to the fort.
He'd turned on the TV and was scrolling through options.I handed him the glasses and climbed in next to him.
He waited for me to get settled under the blankets, then handed me a glass.
I sipped mine while he chose a comedy.I could use something lighter.I settled against the cushions, my shoulder leaning against his.
The fort was cozy, blocking out the world.It was just the two of us tonight.It reminded me of being stuck inside for snowstorms.But that wasn't what this was.It was a temporary reprieve from my real life.
"This is nice."
"Cozy, right?"I asked, snuggling deeper into the blankets.
His leg was touching mine, and heat traveled through my body.I wanted more than a movie or popcorn.I wanted him to touch me.I wanted to forget about everything: the fire, the damage, and my fears about returning to the scene of the scariest night of my life.
I tensed, wondering if he felt the same way, or if I was out of bounds.I drank a big gulp of my margarita for courage and set the glass aside.
I waited until the popcorn was gone and the bowl was on the floor before I shifted so that my breast rubbed against his arm.
He glanced over at me, and I bit my lip, wondering how I'd make my move.He tipped my chin up.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm wondering if you're having the same thoughts I am.Because mine are dirty."I knew it was partially from the trauma I'd dragged up this morning, but I wasn't ready to dismiss it.I wanted to feel.I wanted to lose myself in something.
His heated gaze searched mine."Are you sure?If we do this, there's no going back."
I gave him a slight nod, my breath ragged as I waited for him to lower his lips to mine.When they touched, I closed my eyes, my body seemingly on fire.I shifted so that I was straddling his lap, his hands on my back.When I rubbed over his thickening cock, I whimpered into his mouth.
Why hadn't we done this earlier?It was like I'd been charged with electricity, and he was the only outlet for the feelings flowing through me.
My fingers tugged on his hair; I wanted more.It turned a little frantic after that.
He rolled us so that I was underneath him, his hips cradled between my spread legs.His mouth never left mine, but his hands were under my shirt, pulling down the cup of my bra.
His dick ground against my warm center, and I was lost to the moment."Too many clothes."I lifted his shirt, and he removed it.He shoved his pants off, leaving him in briefs.
