Page 55 of My Never
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Mark says with a soft smile.
“Yes, I do. We had this amazing…” I wave my hands up and down in front of him, then motion back and forth between us, “moment, and I let myself overthink and ruin it.”
“If you think that that was enough to scare me off after what we just shared, I will simply tell you that that isn’t the case. Our “moment”, as you call it, was indeed amazing.” A wolfish grin slashes across his face as he swaggers toward me, dipping out a spoonful of deliciousness and offering it to me. “No more thinking unless it’s thinking about how great it was.”
I open my mouth and swallow the offering. I haven’t had my favorite ice cream in for-freaking-ever. A moan of pure satisfaction leaves my mouth, and he smiles knowingly. He walks over to the couch and lifts a blanket for us to snuggle under. We get a whole three bites in before the doorbell rings. Mark gets up to get the pizza and returns with the box.
“So, what do we have for choices?” he asks as he walks off to the kitchen for plates.
“Rom-com or thriller?”
“Whichever one gets me curled up with you in my arms is the winner.”
“That doesn’t help!”
I pick a random, typical rom-com because, to be honest, I’m happy to just snuggle too. After eating, he puts the food up and slides back in behind me, pulling me into a spooning position on the couch. I lay my head on his bicep, and he wraps his other arm around my midsection. A happy sigh leaves me as he pulls a plush blanket over us. This is most definitely something I could get used to.
“I have no idea why I’ve waited so long to do this with someone. This is the freaking best.”
“What? Are you talking about snuggling like this and watching a movie? Mark, seriously?” I roll over to look at him, disbelieving my ears.
“Seriously. I never stuck around for the cuddly shit. I can see that I did myself dirty.”
I roll back over and squeeze his arms tight around my belly.
“Snuggle me tighter then. I’m dropping you in the deep-end.”
“Ah, shit. What if I can’t swim?” he teases, nuzzling my neck.
“You drown,” I answer, doing my best not to snicker. It takes us a whole three seconds before we bust a gut laughing.
“Do you at least know CPR?” he asks, all breathy from laughing.
“Yes, I’ll suck your face back to life if need be.” I wipe the giggle tears from my cheeks.
“Okay, then. I’ll trust you.”
Kissing my cheek, we settle back into the couch and into each other to watch the movie. We don’t get very far into the flick before his fingers slip beneath his shirt that I’m wearing, sliding up my hip to draw little circles on it with his fingers. I smirk, facing the TV, avoiding calling attention to the action yet. Let’s see how long he can make it. His hand lazily smooths across my belly, pulling me closer against his body as it almost kneads my skin.
Mark inhales deeply into my hair, and I know he’s fighting himself. I know because I feel the insistent nudge of him against my ass. I wiggle it a little as if I’m just getting comfortable, and he lets out a barely audible noise that has me pressing my lips together tightly so that I don’t laugh. He pulls back the hair laying across my neck and presses a kiss to the spot beneath my ear. A soft sigh escapes me, which spurs him on, and he lets out a masculine sound of appreciation as his hand inches up and grasps a breast lightly, tracing an already hard nipple with his fingertips. He tugs it lightly, and I bite back a little gasp.
“Don’t hold back your little noises from me,” his dark whisper sounds next to my ear. “I want them all.”
I shiver as his palm slides down my belly and into my panties, fingers skating along my already damp slit. I let out a throaty moan of encouragement. He slips a knee between my thighs, opening my legs up for him as two fingers trail back up and circle my clit, making me gasp.
“That’s better,” he growls out softly, grinding his hard cock against my ass as he draws dizzying circles around the little bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
He pulls his hand away, and I whimper from the loss of sensation.
“Hold your horses. Just relieving you of these,” he murmurs against my neck as he pulls my panties down over my hips. He shifts onto his back and pulls me along the top of him. A wicked gleam flashes across his eyes, and he smiles.
“What?” I ask breathily.
“That chocolate marshmallow ice cream wasn’t enough to satisfy my sweet tooth.”
“You’re thinking about ice cream right now?”
“No…” he draws out, grabbing my hips and pulling me upwards toward his face. My thighs are almost straddling his chest when it hits me. Oh.Ohhhh.I smirk.
