When the movie was finished, Sam muted the TV and set the remote aside. Sliding his hand back around her feet, he softly stroked them.
“Your skin is so smooth,” he murmured.
Her features scrunched. “If you like my feet, you should feel my neck. I moisturize the hell out of it in hopes of keeping the wrinkles away. I know my body’s supposedly locked in time, but I’m not taking any chances.”
Gaze locked with hers, his breath began to quicken. Slowly, he placed her feet on the couch and glided toward her. Encircling her arm with his fingers, he tugged her toward him.
“Slide over me,” he whispered.
Her blue eyes were wide as the vein in her neck pulsed. “Why?”
“Come on,” he said, gently tugging her. “Slide your leg over mine.”
White fangs squished the flesh of her lip as she contemplated. Tentatively, she glided her jean-clad leg over his thigh until she straddled him, her hands gripping his shoulders tight, revealing her nervousness.
“You’ve got me in a death grip there, honey.”
“Sorry,” she whispered, relaxing her fingers. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”
Lifting his hand, he placed his palm over the juncture where her neck met her chest. Slowly caressing her, he trailed his hand over her skin, loving how it reddened in its wake.
“You’re right,” he murmured.
“Hmm?”
“Your skin here is really soft.” He continued to stroke her, content to let her relax into the ministrations.
“Sam,” she breathed.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I think I want you to kiss me.”
His lips curved into what must’ve been the sappiest grin of all time. “Yeah?”
She swallowed thickly before nodding. “I think I remember how to do it.”
Chuckling, he cupped her neck, gently urging her closer. “What if I don’t know how to do it?”
“You’re so handsome,” she said, tightening her arms around his neck. “I bet you’ve kissed all sorts of women.”
“Honestly,” he said, inching closer to her lips, “I think I’ve damn near forgotten any woman exists except you, Glarys.” Reveling in her quick inhale, he brushed his lips against hers. “In fact, you’re all I think about.”
“I am?”
Nuzzling her nose, he nodded. “Every damn second of every damn day.” Extending his tongue, he swiped it over her lips.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, wriggling over his cock and sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
Pressing his lips to hers, he consumed them, unable to hold back any longer.
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