The Movie

He clicked on the television and began playing a movie with a very basic title. It was clearly a romance, but I was surprised by the intensity of it.

I’d quickly forgotten I was even slung across his lap wearing nearly nothing. I felt his occasional brushes and at first a caress here and there was distracting but I acclimated to it relatively fast and soon found myself relaxed against the couch arm rest and leaned into his shoulder.

He was massaging my breast right now and I glanced up at him. Finding he was doing it absentmindedly. His mouth relaxed and the square lines of his jaw looking like they needed nibbled. Dark lashes brushed along his cheeks and he was, surprisingly, watching the movie.

“You always say you hate this stuff!” I objected.

He looked down at me blankly as if my comment took a moment to set in. “I’m more attentive when I have you in my lap to play with.”