His mouth falls on mine and I can taste myself on him, as he invades me, duelling our tongues. I drop my legs as he returns to sit beside me on the sofa and pats his lap. His cock, jutting out of his jeans, ready and engorged and rock hard. Settling over him, my knees either side, he draws my dress upwards, baring me to him again. My behind is out for anyone to see, my back to the screen, my pussy on view, as I grab him and slowly impale myself onto his cock. He watches as I painstakingly take him all, swallowing him with my needy pussy. His hiss is all I need to take the last few inches of him inside of me. The sheer size of him makes me gasp and I feel his warm hand grab my hips to encourage me to move, then drop to cup my behind, massaging it as we begin to form a rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth with a little rotation thrown in every once in a while and his mouth is on my tits as I cradle his head to my chest. His groans become quicker, more invested as I feel him grow harder within in me and my recently serviced and swollen clit rubs against him in tandem, the grinding of our bodies, wild and determined. We shatter together as we reach euphoria, breaths ragged and frantic.
“I fucking love you.”
“Like no other.” My words come out in broken breaths.
“Me and you, baby.”
I can hear the strains of the credits and end track behind us but right now I don’t care that I missed the ending - we’d made our own ending to nine and half weeks. Our own ending to nearly four weeks.
Sebastian assists me in settling comfortably back onto the sofa and I use a tissue from my purse to have a quick clean up, before we meet again for a love-filled kiss. This had been the most fabulous and naughty date-night. I am so lucky but already twinges of reality are beginning to flicker through my mind as my body comes to terms with the immense climax I’ve just experienced.
“So, I was right.”
“Sorry?”
“Porn does have an effect on you.”
“No. Not porn.”
“Really, Ms. Myers - after what we just shared you cannot admit to yourself that watching two people having sex made you wet?”
I chew my lip, unsure how to answer this one. He was right it had turned me on - hugely. But I still hated porn and the way it objectified women to total perverts.
“Don’t chew your lip, baby or I’ll lie you down right here, amongst the stray popcorn buckets and used sweet wrappers and show you how you make me feel, when you do that.”
With a coy smile I look up at him, purposely seductive. I love that I can make him want me with such a simple expression. “This film … maybe.”
“What? This film maybe - what? You have to say it, Lu. I want to hear you say it.”
“This film made me feel decadent.”
“It made you horny!”
God could he not just drop it - don’t sugarcoat it Lu. “Yes. You got your way. It made me ridiculously horny.”
“I knew it would.”
“I know. That’s why we came.”
“We certainly did that, baby and it was seriously hot. You were amazing! You never cease to surprise me. Loved the no panties.”
I laugh at his crude play on words and continue to freshen up my make-up, with my compact whilst he watches me, casually sitting back into the sofa, looking unrumpled, like he hasn’t just been fucking like a virile animal in the cinema. “That was soft porn, baby and the story of a couple, so transfixed by one another, sexually; playful together yet so intense are their feelings - I can totally relate.”
“Can you now?” I feel his eyes boring into mine.
“Yes - it makes me wet just thinking about it.”
“Ah jeez, Lu - I think you and I better get out of here before I ravish you again.”
“No I think I need to stay a while, maybe watch another?”
“Not a chance, I want to take you home - to bed.”
“Are you admitting I’m right and you’re wrong then?” I smile at him, loving that I have the ability to challenge him like this.
“Ok you win. I got off more watching you becoming aroused and I’ve never experienced that before.”
That surprises me and warms me all at once. “Really?”
“Really.”
We stand and I grab my bag, his arm at my waist ready to guide me and I turn to look up at him. “Seb?”
“Yes, Gorgeous?”
“I was turned on by the film but only because you were here with me - only because of our experiences, together; what you’ve done to me and for me, the past month - weeks.”
“Me too, baby. Me too. I think we should make date night a regular thing on a Tuesday for us.” His kiss on my lips connects our words. “Now let’s go grab a bite to eat - I’m starving. A guy can’t live on strawberries alone, no matter how well they’re put to use or how good they taste on your lips.” His cheeky wink, earns him a playful whack but my hand is caught in his just before I do real damage and drawing me into him for another kiss I melt; I’m only hungry for him it seems but the second we leave the cinema house and are in the car, those slight twinges of reality build to one enormous wake-up call, hitting me with a catastrophic bang.