I grinned as she stretched like a cat.
“I like when you play with my hair,” she murmured, moving so that she was more fully in my lap, allowing me full access to her hair.
I twirled a long lock around my finger, and in companionable silence, we watched the rest of Top Gun before it rolled into the next movie—Terminator.
“Do you think the mom is hot?” she wondered.
I thought about that for a long moment.
“I mean, yes. I think it’s hot that she knows how to handle herself.” I paused. “I think her body looks good. But I think the outdated style kind of throws me off.”
She rolled until she was face up, her back against the couch with my thigh being used as a pillow, but her head still faced toward the screen.
It gave me an unencumbered view of her legs which had slipped out from under the small blanket.
Her toes weren’t painted—at least, not all the way.
And her legs were ashy.
Yet she didn’t give a fuck.
Not that I cared about either, but from what I could tell from my other girlfriends, they wouldn’t be caught dead with half-painted and chipping off nail polish.
I grinned and smoothed my hand down the length of her side, my hand going to her ass to play my fingers along the length of her panty line.
She rolled over and exposed her butt to me fully, causing me to grin.
I continued to run my fingers along her backside, grinning with each swipe that caused goose bumps to break out on her flesh.
She groaned and buried her face in my lap, right up against my cock that I was having a very hard time keeping under control.
She sighed, and I felt the heat of her breath against my length.
“I can feel that,” I teased her.
She burst out laughing and then went up onto her knees, raising up all the way before she straddled my body.
I caught both of her ass cheeks in my hand, groaning when my fingers sank into her squishy flesh.
I looked at her, the words on the tip of my tongue, and bit it.
“What?” she asked, leaning forward and slowly grinding her pussy down against my cock.
I swallowed. “I was thinking things I probably shouldn’t voice.”
She tilted her head sideways. “Like what?”
“Like things about other women and why you’re better.” I paused. “Again, things I probably shouldn’t say.”
Her eyes filled with mischief, and the iconic ‘I’ll be back’ filled the air behind her head, causing her to laugh.
“Come on,” she urged. “Tell me. It’s not bad, is it?”
I thought about that for a moment. “I don’t think it’s bad.”
“Then tell me,” she said, smoothing her hands down the length of my shirt.
When she came into contact with the hem, she gathered the ends up in her hands and then pulled the shirt up over my head.