Chapter Thirty-Two

Sam

7. Do things together.

 

Saturday night, we rented the same movie from On Demand and watched it together.

Popcorn included.

I’d done my volunteer hours with the water polo kids earlier in the day, and it was good to sit for the evening. My body felt those pool workouts more than in my teens or twenties.

But Saturdays had no set bedtime.

Neither of us did much on Sundays, especially early.

Kate had picked a rated-R flick with a steamy sex scene. I hadn’t watched a movie like this with a woman in I didn’t know when, but like every other aspect of this relationship, she upped the game.

She’d greeted me on video tonight in a long sweater and bare legs. I didn’t know what was under that sweater—or more precisely, not—until the story reached the sex scene and her hand delved between her legs.

My eyes were no longer on my TV screen. “Tease.”

“Me?” she said with doe eyes.

“I want to see what you’re doing, not a hint at what’s out of frame.”

“You’re supposed to watch the movie.” Her voice had gone breathy.

“Like fuck. Show me your pussy, Kate.”

She let out a sexy moan and adjusted her laptop. It landed on the coffee table, then I had a view of her spread legs. No panties. Good God, this woman.

“Sex scenes turn you on, baby?”

“When I imagine you and me.” Her fingers of her right hand flicked her clit while the left held the sweater out of the way.

“I’d be licking you all up right now, dirty girl.”

A grin while she bit into her lower lip. “And?”

“Plunging two fingers into you so you can ride them until your cream covers my hand.”

“Yes.”

The fingers of her right hand stroked faster while she used her left to mimic my words. Her head fell back. Her chest was heaving. Her nipples stuck out like studs under her sweater.

“Sam…”

“Come for me, Kate. Come before the scene ends and we miss what’s next.”

Her body shook, her mouth open with a soundless cry. Her fingers glistened in the light from a nearby lamp. I wished I could suck them clean right now.

Then she stretched, resembling a cat indulging in a patch of sunlight.

“I don’t know whether these video dates are the best thing ever or fucking torture.”

“Mmm.” She pulled an afghan off the back of the sofa and draped it around her.

“Don’t fall asleep, Kate.”

“I won’t.”

But she did watch the rest of the movie with heavy lids.

My girlfriend would sleep well tonight. I’d be sexually frustrated. Rubbing one out, even with the special highlight reel in my brain, paled in comparison to being with her in the flesh.

Call me a greedy bastard, but I wanted it all, even if wanting it now was too soon.