Blake turns so that his back is in the corner of the couch, legs extended out with one on the couch and one on the floor. There’s just enough room for me to nestle in between the back cushions and his big body. With his arm up so that I can snuggle into the crook of his arm, I get as close as humanly possible. We lie there–together as a small family–and watch some police drama movie on television. This may officially be the most comfortable place in the world.
I start to doze off long before the end credits roll. In fact, I don’t recall too much after the first few opening scenes. Natalia is snoring softly on Blake’s chest while he stares at me. Maybe it was the feeling of being watched or maybe it was that my arm has gone numb. Either way, when I wake, I’m still securely wrapped in Blake’s arm, cradled against his broad chest and my daughter.
“What did I miss?” I ask, looking as the names scroll across the television.
“Pretty much the whole movie,” he chuckles quietly.
“Was it a good one?” I ask, trying to stretch my legs and move my tingling arm.
“Not bad. They always mess up the big chase scene though. They’re never like that in real life,” he says, glancing down at Natalia.
“And how would you know that?” I tease, hoping that Blake hasn’t had too many run-ins with the cops that would result in some sort of police chase. When he doesn’t answer, I glance back up and see green eyes boring down at me. They’re blazing hot, but not in the lust-filled way. It’s a different hot; one that leaves me slightly uneasy.
“Ready for bed?” he asks, slowly getting up as to not wake up the sleeping toddler in his arms.
“Yes,” I yawn, following him into Nat’s room. With the baby securely sleeping in her crib, we slip out of the room undetected and head across the hall.
Before I can even step over the threshold, Blake wraps his arms around me, lifting me up into his arms. It feels so completely cliché as he steps over the threshold of my room, but my head still can’t help but picture this scene going another direction. Maybe one where I’m wearing a white dress and he’s sporting a dashing tuxedo? Before I let those thoughts consume me, I turn my attention to Blake’s awaiting lips. They’re firm and warm as he brushes them across mine.
Gently setting me down in the middle of my bed, he spreads me out, as if on display. His eyes scan me from head to toe and then back up again. He stands there, staring his fill, for what seems like forever. Finally Blake climbs on top of the bed with me. “You are so beautiful,” he says as he runs the outside of his pointer finger down my jaw. My face feels flush from his compliment, and I fight the urge to look away. But I can’t. I’m sucked into his deep green eyes, trapped by the intensity and honesty I see within them.
Blake takes his time removing my clothes. I don’t exactly know why, but something tells me to just lie back and let him enjoy his show as he slowly undresses me. It’s torture just lying there, waiting. With each item of clothing he removes, he seems to focus all of his attention on the exposed skin. He kisses, sucks, and licks my entire body, taking his painfully slow time at getting me naked.
When I’m finally there, I sit up, eager to return the favor. At first, I can tell Blake is going to protest. With the slightest touch of my finger to his lips, he doesn’t say a word, but just lies down and lets me have my way with him. Removing his clothes is a job, considering his position on his back, but he helps me out the best he can. My hands and lips explore his body in the similar way that his did to mine. I’ve never experienced foreplay quite like this before. And we haven’t even really gotten to the good stuff.
Finally Blake is stripped naked, and flips us around so that I’m on my back again. His lips hover over mine, yet to touch. His breath fans out across my face as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down so that his body is flush with mine. His erection is snug between us, so close to where I want him to be the most. When he finally drops his lips down to mine, brilliant sparks fly through the darkened room. You can practically see the electricity we create together, his body with mine.
I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer yet. Unable to resist, I start to grind my wetness against his cock, looking for any sort of relief to the ache my body feels. His hands roam from my face to my hair and down to my abdomen. It’s as if he can’t stop touching me. I moan as his large hands finally settle on my breasts. He tweaks and plays with my nipples while his tongue does wonders to my mouth.