It’s a movie on one of the paid channels, and thankfully it’s an action movie that I’ve seen before. The next scene is a steamy sex scene, it’s clear that Tatum has never seen the movie as she’s enthralled in it and doesn’t anticipate what I am. The lights are off and I’m back and forth between watching her and watching the movie. Her tiny intakes of breath when an explosion occurs are endearing, and then it’s almost like she holds her breath as the characters on the screen start going at it. She is avidly watching the television, and I’m watching her. I can almost see her accelerated heartbeat as I watch her.
After a few moments she clears her throat and then sits up and distances herself from me, as the characters progress their making out top stripping each other. She looks nervously at me, and I catch her eyes.
“You alright?” I ask.
“Yeah, I just… need to go to the restroom.” She says scrambling off the couch.
I pause the television which she immediately notices and shakes her head.
“No need to pause it, I don’t mind. I won’t be long.” She runs into the bathroom and I laugh.
I keep the television paused anyways.
25
Tatum
I practically locked myself in the bathroom for several minutes, trying to regulate my heart beat. The way we were sitting together on the couch and then what was on the television was indeed arousing me and I think this quick timeout in the bathroom is helping.
I look at myself in the mirror, my cheeks are flushed. Who am I kidding?
It took every ounce of willpower that I have to not roam my hands on Max’s chest as we sat there with my head on his shoulder. I doubt he’s as affected by me as I am by him, as I’m fairly sure that my reactions right now are pregnancy hormone induced.
I splash some water on my face and take a deep breath, while taking one last look at myself.
I walk out into the living room and Max is still sitting on the couch, playing with something on his cell phone, he still has the movie paused at the point that I left.
Great! I sigh and then sit down next to him, distancing myself a little.
“Ready?” He asks setting down his phone.
“Can we, can we um fast forward this part?” I feel like a prude asking this.
“What? Why?” He asks with a smile.
“Um, can we just?” I give him my puppy dog eyes.
“Yeah, sure Tate.” He stares at me, he’s looking at my lips and I’m trying to refrain from jumping the short distance to him and attacking him.
I get off the couch and walk into the kitchen.
“Do you want anything while I’m up?” I ask while I reach and grab a can of pineapple.
“No, thank you.” He says.
I turn around and come face to face with Max. He’s a few inches away from me as he places both his hands on my hips and presses me to step back. My breath has hitched and I’m unsure as to what his intentions are, yet I’m hoping that they are the same as mine.
“Tatum?” He says quietly.
“Max?” I question back breathy.
“Excuse me.” He said reaching behind me at the bowls, and I practically have stopped breathing. He then reaches into one of the drawers beside my hip and pulls out an ice cream scoop. He has a knowing smile on his face and winks.
Dammit!
He offers me ice cream which I decline and soon joins me back on the couch. I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter. Maybe I should just call it a night. I look at the clock on the wall, and it’s still too early, dammit!
We continue watching the movie, or rather Max continues to watch the movie and I watch him lick ice cream off of the spoon. He caught me looking a few times, in which he would just smile at me.
I study his profile, the definition of his jaw, how his facial hair seemed perfectly placed and how it surrounds his lips, those lips that when he smiles I want to nibble on. He just finished his ice cream, which is a damn shame since now his lips are licking themselves and I’m wishing that I could be licking his lips instead.
He catches me watching him again, and then scoots closer to me with a smile. He puts his arm behind me a top the couch and again our thighs are touching as my heart beats faster. Nonchalantly, I lean into him again, and this time I let my hand fall on his thigh. His thigh muscle tightens at my touch and I see him suck in a breath.
“Tatum?” He whispers.
I look up just as he leans down and his lips are on mine. He tastes like chocolate mint ice cream as I kiss him back. He makes a noise in his throat as he deepens the kiss, brushing his tongue against mine and lifts me so I’m straddled on his lap without breaking our contact. My fingers run through his hair, as his hands rub along my back with light pressure and I unintentionally rock against him, feeling his hardened length under me. I rock a few more times and then I come to my senses and with urgency remove myself from the couch breaking all contact.
We are both breathing heavy and we stare at each other. I can tell that I’m flushed as my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“I’m sorry.” He says slowly standing.
My eyes are trying to stay on his eyes, but they go to his below regions where he is clearly straining against his gym shorts. He adjusts his stance and takes a step behind the couch, hiding himself.
“No, I’m sorry.” I breathe out.
“I’m, umm… going to take a shower.” He says turning.
I release the breath that I didn’t realize that I was holding and touch my hand to my cheek. Holy shit, that was intense. I reach for the remote and turn off the television, make sure the front door is locked and place Max’s ice cream bowl in the sink. I hear water turn on from somewhere in the house, and I go into my room.
I sit on my bed and look at my bedside table. My vibrator is in there, waiting to be used.
Oh hell, why not?
* * *
Saturday morning arrives and the house is quiet. I look at the clock beside my bed and it’s still relatively early. Maybe Max will still be sleeping and I can make us breakfast for a change.
I slowly creep into the hallway and Max’s bedroom door is wide open, I peer in and he’s not inside, nor is he in his bathroom. But the rest of the house, is still quiet as I walk into the kitchen and start to pull down some ingredients to make French toast.
My goal is to not make what happened last night awkward today. I crack a few eggs, add some vanilla and half and half and I’m mixing everything together as I hear the front door open and close, followed by footsteps.
Max rounds the corner and stops when he sees me. He’s sweaty and wearing only his running shoes and some shorts.
“Did you forget your shirt?” I tease him to break the silence and to stop myself from openly gawking at him.
He smiles and takes that as incentive to crowd my space and rub his sweaty skin on my back as he bends.
“Rule number three Tate. Broken again.” He whispers with his hand on my hips for a brief moment and then he retreats out of the kitchen and into his bedroom.
Gross, he wiped his sweat on me. I stop what I’m doing and I follow into the hallway, his bedroom door is still open as I can see in the mirror in his room that he’s sitting on his bed removing his socks and shoes. My devious mind decides to fuck with him or just plainly tease him. As I walk slowly past his door, I remove my shirt. I know he saw my deliberate movement as he is now at his doorway with one sock still on as I discreetly close my door with him only viewing my bare back. I slowly push my door closed, but suddenly my door is pushed back just as slowly with Max on the other side.
I don’t move to hide myself as I’m now standing in the closet, with another shirt I front of me.
“Tatum?” He breathes.
I look at him and he walks into my bedroom and stands in front of me, his hand reaches for the shirt I was barely holding on to. His arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me to him and captures my lips mercilessly. I reach and put my arms around his neck and push
my body fully flush against his as my back hits the wall. I then walk him backwards until he hits my bed with his legs and I continue to push him down. I sit astride him and lean down to continue kissing him.
His hands are roaming on my bare back and my breasts are pushed against his chest. I make a point to not completely seat myself on him, but as his hands run along my side, he eventually is grabbing onto my ass and lowering me to him. He moans at the same time that I do and I attempt to pull back slightly but he lifts himself to not break the contact again. His hands leave my ass and they’re now pressing against my back as we’re sitting up and he’s pressing our chests together.
I pull back slightly and look at him. His eyes are staring into mine intensely. His lips are swollen from kissing, as he licks them and he pulls my face back to his. He kisses me intimately and cautiously, and I melt into him further. Slow strokes of his tongue and mine together, his hands gripping on to my hips slowly pressing me into him. My center is now flush against his lap and I again can feel the length of him.
“Tatum?” He moans against my lips, I answer him by pressing my center against him and rubbing myself against him. He is shaking right now, and I feel him battling with himself. There’s no turning back and stopping now this time. I want it so bad, and I know that he does too, why should we deny ourselves of this any further.
“Please Max, more.” I moan into his mouth and he takes the imitative to flip me to my back. He’s hovering over me, trailing open mouthed kisses down my throat. Breathing heavy, my fingers are softly tugging on the hair that I’ve dreamt of grabbing onto since I moved in.
He slows as his lips brush against my rigid nipples and the tip of his tongue licks sensually and then his warm mouth envelopes my right nipple as I suck in a breath and feel the sensation rock me to my core. It’s almost too much.
“Sensitive.” I practically scream, unsure whether or not if I welcome it or not.
He looks up through his hooded eyes and apologizes. His thumb is rubbing my other nipple and I’m feeling ready to explode.
“Tatum?” He mumbles with his hands about to breach my boxers and underwear, his eyes looking to me for permission. I eagerly nod and bite my lip in anticipation.
He slides my boxers and underwear off, and continues to kiss my lower half, inching his way down my navel and to my hips. He’s lifts my leg and continues his pursuit towards my aching center. He licks the length of my thigh from the back of my knee to right below the melting lava. My breathing is heavy and I just want to bring him up close to me. Suddenly his tongue is sliding the length of my slit and his finger is parting me for him. I can feel the warmth of his breath and I can hear the appreciative hums that are coming from him as he starts caressing me with his mouth.
This is my undoing. This feeling is amazing. This is so not how I imagined my morning to begin.
“Max!” I moan as he sucks on my clit, he gently scrapes it between his tongue and his teeth and I’m flying high and feeling like I’m out of my body. No one has ever touched me this intimately, I’ve never had anyone go downtown on me, and I’m mentally slapping myself for denying myself of this pleasure for my entire existence of my adult years.
Max looks up from between my legs and licks his lips. He looks pleasantly content.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks eventually.
“Far from it.” I reach for him as he crawls up my body, stopping every few inches to place a kiss somewhere on my body. I’m shivering from anticipation and as his face is over mine, I reach for his pants and start to tug down on them, so he can understand what I’m asking for.
“Wait, condom.” He says about to lift off of me.
“I’m pregnant remember, I don’t think I can get any more pregnant that I already am.” I smile.
“Right.” He says lowering himself and kissing me again. “Are we, should we?” He stutters out as he places kisses against my collarbone.
“I don’t want to stop.” I breathe out pushing my hips up.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” He says as his tip breaches my opening.
I breathe in and with one slow thrust, Max has seated himself and stilled. He’s breathing heavily in the space between my neck and my shoulder. He hasn’t started moving yet.
“Max?”
He slowly lifts his head and nods, kissing my cheek and beginning to pull out and thrust back in. I can hear his breaths and see the restraint that he has with the clench of his jaw. He pulls back and looks me straight in the eyes and he leans down and kisses me while thrusting ever so slowly.
26
Max
I’m afraid that if I move any faster right now, I will blow my load and this whole thing would be over. Then she would regret it, or I would regret this and living together might really start to suck. I force those thoughts out of my head and shake my head as I look into Tatum’s eyes. She has so much passion behind her eyes, so many questions and so much to offer.
Her pussy is swallowing my dick whole and surrounding me with silky goodness, I don’t know how much longer I can go on. I do know that I need to get her off one more time before I bust. I reach between our bodies, my thrusts getting faster and I find her rosy bud and rub it in a circular fashion. She immediately starts to respond by faster breathing and more moaning, her legs have wrapped around me and she’s frantic for release, I can tell.
I can suddenly feel her pussy clamp down and milk my dick for all it’s worth and suddenly my release is coming, with hers. I’ve never, not once come at the same time as my partner, so this euphoric experience has me winded and my dick feels like it’s still being milked by the most wonderful of hands. I lay some kisses all along her neck and still. I’m laying most of my body weight on my forearms as I hover above her. I claim her lips with mine and gently massage her tongue with my own. She hums and I pull completely away. I’m looking down on her, and she looks tranquil.
I’m still semi-erect as I stay within her. I don’t want to leave this place, I want to stay nestled within her as long as I can. She’s become an extension of me, an extension that I could get used to. I feel my dick twitch and she does too as her eyes suddenly go wide.
“Sorry.” I whisper and slowly pull out.
She exhales loudly as do I as our bodies disconnect from one another, and I move to lay beside her. She still has the tranquil smile on her face as she turns her body towards me and sighs. She slowly opens her eyes and meets my eyes.
“I had flashbacks during, from the hotel.” She smiles.
“Hopefully, they were good flashbacks.” I say returning her smile, mine probably looking dopey compared to hers.
“They were. Along the lines of what just happened, but obviously in a different location.”
I smile. I don’t remember much of that night, but I’m glad I got this chance to relive the moment, however different they could be.
She scrunches her face in slight disappointment.
“What do we do now?” She whispers, her eyes worried.
“What do you mean?” I ask, I know she’s worried about our situation.
“We just… we just... you know. We live together… we’re having a baby together, holy shit… I was trying so hard to…. Oh no… did we ruin this?” She sits up, the moment over.
I sit up with her and pull her to me, she reluctantly comes and it takes a moment for her to settle. I run my hand up and down her arm, and it feels right.
“Do you know how hard it was for me to leave the living room last night? How hard it’s been to carry you to your bedroom every night since you’ve moved in and not to my room? The call is all yours, I want to see what can happen with us, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
She’s silent. Then she pulls out of my grasp and looks at me. I see fear now in her eyes, I’m almost terrified of what will come out of her mouth.
“Yeah, Okay. We, um got out the initial…. You know. Maybe the rest, we should take slow?” She looks at me with hope. “Slower.” She says as if s
he’s trying to convince herself.
“Whatever you want, we can do.” I say kissing the tip of her nose.
She smiles and leans into me. “I want to do this.”
We sat in quiet for a few more minutes before I speak again.
“Maybe we should get dressed, unless we repeat what we just did because that wouldn’t be taking things slow.” I suggest with a wink.
She moves off the bed and begins to grab her clothes off the floor. She bends over without a care in the world, giving me quite the view of the pinkness between her legs. I slap my hand over my eyes and throw myself backwards on her bed with a loud groan. It’s taking every bit of my restraint to not grab her by her hips and bring her pinkness to my mouth right now. My dick is ready to go again and I grab it to squeeze it to heed off the frustration that I feel. She catches sight of me and throws my shorts at me. They land on top of my hand with my dick gripped. And her lips part and then she licks them.
“Fuck! I’ve got to take a shower.” I say releasing my dick and clutching the shorts to my groin.
“Want company?” She says with a smirk and then she covers her mouth as if she didn’t intend to offer that out loud.
“I really would, but let’s just… shower separate for today.” I stand and walk to her, clutching my shorts against my dick in desperation. I kiss her chastely and then exit to my bedroom. I don’t bother shutting my door, and I go straight for my shower, dropping my shorts in the doorway.
For the 7th day in a row, I jacked off in my shower with vigor. After I released myself, I finished my shower and returned to the kitchen, where Tatum was cleaning up the start of her breakfast preparations from before I came back from my run.
“Let’s go out to eat?” I ask following her every move.
“Sure. Let me shower right quick.” She smiles moving past me.
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