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“This movie theater is definitely an upgrade from the one in my old neighborhood,” Mariah says, looking around as we wait in line to buy our tickets.
“I do aim to impress.”
“Did you come here when you were younger?”
“Yeah, it looked different back then though. It just got remodeled a few years ago when someone new bought it. When I was in high school, this was basically where you came to make out and maybe some other things while the movie played.”
She arches a brow. “And just how many girls did you bring here?”
“I was too busy getting into trouble to be bringing girls here.”
“Mmhmm. Right.”
We buy our tickets to a romance movie Mariah wants to see. I didn’t even recognize the title, but as soon as she suggested it, I agreed, simply because it would make her happy. That seems to be on my mind a lot these days. Ways to make Mariah happy, what I can say to make her smile and laugh, what I can do to have her moaning my name just the way I love again.
The whole time we’re sitting in the dark, we hold hands, sneak glances at each other, smile when we catch the other looking. I never dated girls much in high school, too busy being up to no good. And the few girlfriends I did have, I never considered serious relationships. Sitting here now, I wonder if this is how it would have felt, that teen sick love where you’re high just off the idea of seeing the other person. Smiling at just the thought of being able to touch them again. Heart beating faster when you realize just how deep they’ve gotten under your skin.
Towards the end of the movie, I look over at Mariah to find her crying after the man declares his love for the woman. I keep peeking over as she alternates between wiping her tears and holding her hand to her chest. When she notices, she sniffles and slaps my arm.
“Watch the movie,” she whispers.
“I’d much rather watch you.”
The movie ends and the lights turn back on as we stand up. My hand goes to her lower back to usher her past me so she can walk down the stairs first, and a shiver runs through her. Those damn shivers. Every time I feel her react to me like that, I want to drop to my knees right there, no matter where we are, just to seek out the wetness I know I’ll find between her thighs.
“Where to?” she asks when we get into the car.
“My mom’s favorite restaurant,” I tell her.
“It’s so cute that you even know that.” She smiles.
“How the hell could I not?” I chuckle. “My dad made sure we ate there at least once a week growing up.”
“That’s even cuter. When I get married, I fully expect my husband to know every single little thing about me. My favorite flower, restaurant, movie, all that good stuff.”
“Well I better start making a list now then,” I murmur before I think about it.
I don’t even fully realize what I’ve said until I notice how Mariah’s stilled beside me. I’m not going to take it back though. I meant every word. I just wait to see her reaction. When I look over at her at a red light, there’s want in her eyes, and I’m sure the same emotion is staring back at her. I want much more than just sex filled nights from this woman. I want mornings with her, moments that only we’ll understand, inside jokes, memories that’ll last forever.
“You let me know if you need any help with that list,” she finally says.
I didn’t even know I was anxious over what she would say, but when I hear her words, my shoulders sag with relief.
“Will do.”
When we arrive at the restaurant, we get a table near the front. She’s looking over the menu when suddenly her eyes widen.
“What?” I chuckle.
“The desserts,” she utters, distracted. “They have a cookies and cream chocolate pie.”
“That’s my mom’s favorite thing from here. We would literally come here sometimes after she’d already cooked dinner, just to get dessert. Although I use we loosely, since she would eat most of it.”
“How did your parents meet?”
“In college. At a college party actually. They got married a few months later. As my dad puts it, he was not risking my mom falling out of love with him so he snatched her up quick.”
“I love it.” She laughs.
“My mom got pregnant basically right after they got married. Although the assholes at her college tried to get her to drop out, she stayed and graduated with a baby on her hip.”
“Good for her. I never understand people who act like a woman can’t be educated and have a family.”
“Me either. If a woman making something of herself, having her own dreams, intimidates a man, then he’s not a man.”
“Boy, you are a real keeper.” She grins.
“So keep me.”
“Oh, I will.”
The truth in her eyes makes me smile as the waiter walks over with our drinks. He’s probably thinking we’re a bunch of weirdos since neither of us breaks eye contact with each other for a few seconds while he stands there. Finally he clears his throat, and we come out of the strange trance we were in, and I look over to him.
“I’ll have the stewed chicken with mashed potatoes and collard greens.”
“Gravy?” he asks.
“A lot.”
“And you ma’am?”
“Let’s go with...the blackened salmon with beans and rice.”
“Okay. I’ll have that out as soon as it’s done,” he says while he takes our menus.
Our food is out in no time and just like I knew it would be, it’s delicious. And of course, we get Mariah a slice of that pie, and after she devours it in two seconds, we get another slice to go.
“I can think of some places I’d like to put this cream,” she says low, looking over at me in the car.
I speed up and make it home in record time. Once we get inside, I reach for Mariah, but she quickly steps back, a mischievous grin on her face. She walks to the kitchen instead, placing the box from the restaurant on the counter before she opens it.
“I want your dick out.”
I arch a brow at her command, but do as she says. It’s practically trying to drill its way out of my pants anyway. My pants and boxer briefs are taken off, and I start to walk towards her, but she wags her finger back and forth, shaking her head.
“No. Stand against the wall,” she instructs me.
“I like this side of you.” I grin.
“You’ll learn to love it.”
I watch her take the cream off the top of the pie, a mixture of whip cream and chocolate, with her fingers. She walks over to me with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Her lips come to mine as her hand wraps around my dick. I jerk at first from the coldness of the cream, but once her hand strokes up and down my dick, and it gets warmer, I relax into her hold.
She smiles against my lips, and I groan when her thumb sweeps across my tip. Her mouth leaves mine, and she kisses her way down my body, my neck, lifting my shirt to let her lips meet the skin on my chest and stomach before she reaches my dick.
I look down at her as she licks the first of the cream off the head of my dick. God, her lips look gorgeous covered in white cream, sliding down my dick. She pulls back, letting my dick slip out of her mouth, and her tongue licks all the cream off her lips before she looks up at me.
“Tastes so much better on you,” she says.
“Show me.”
She does. She licks every last bit of cream off of me, then she takes me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. My hand goes to her hair, and I hold her head still and begin thrusting into her mouth. Despite how demanding she was just minutes ago, she doesn’t hesitate to let me take control. She looks up at me as I drive into her mouth again and again; her cheeks hollowed and eyes half-lidded with lust.
When I feel my balls get tight, my other hand goes to her throat. I feel her swallowing against my hand, and her pulse going crazy as I speed up. Her tongue begins sweeping from side to side, and I can’t hold back another second. I come, groaning curses, my body jerking against the wall. She takes every last drop of me, still sucking while I slow down. Right as I start to take my hand away, I feel her swallow again, and I can’t help but smile down at her. Damn, she looks beautiful like this. On her knees, her lips wrapped around my dick, looking up at me like she never wants to stop.
I slide out of her mouth and pull my pants up before sitting down on the floor across from her. When I open my arms, she immediately crawls into them, and I don’t waste any time kissing her until we both can’t breathe.
“As soon as I can move my legs, I’m taking you in that room and licking you until you scream,” I promise.
“Well in that case.” She backs away and stands up. “I’ll go there now and take these clothes off.”
I watch her walk down the hallway, leaving a trail of clothes before she disappears. When I get up and begin my chase, all I can think is that I could definitely spend the rest of my life following after this woman.
