Movie Night - a short

It's Saturday night and you and Channie have spent the entire day watching movies at home. You love the scary action films while he prefers the romantic dramas. He conceded to your request and sat through all your favorites and spent each movie cuddled up to you, his "protector."

The credits started rolling and you started yawning. You got up from the couch, hanging onto his fingers until they fell away. You went to the bathroom to get ready for bed and took your time. You liked making him wait. He's a night owl, so he's just putting you to bed before working on his current project.

Emerging from the bathroom, you see him slowly stand up from the couch, a knowing look on his face that you recognize.

'Okay,' you think. 'I see what you're planning.'

"C'mon, love. Let's put you to bed properly."

He follows you to the bedroom where you strip because you sleep naked. He closes the door behind him and keeps the light off. Chan guides you down to your side of the bed, tucking you in like you're the most precious thing in the world to him... because you are. Then, he climbs on top of you over the covers, your left hip digging into his groin. Or is his groin digging into your hip?

You can feel his arousal through the covers. He lets go of his weight on you and you feel his entire body go limp. It causes you to roll over on your stomach and you can feel his full weight on you. His lips graze your outer ear causing tingles to travel down your sciatic nerve and into your ass. This causes your back to arch into him.

And you hear him chuckle.

"Maybe you're not quite ready for bed, yeah?"

You mumble into your pillow.

"I'm sorry, precious," he said, his breath catching the nape of your neck. "What was that you said?"

You reply by arching your back again, rubbing your ass against his groin. You can hear him moan behind your ear and the sound turns you on more than you are. You can feel him trying to hold back, but you can feel his cock flexing against your ass. You know he's ready for you; he's always ready for you.

Chan pulls the covers away, exposing your bare skin to the chill of the room. The silk sheets across your skin cause goosebumps and you hear him stifle another chuckle.  

"Now that is what I like to see. Your bare ass squirming for me."

He kneels on the mattress and begins caressing your back, neck, and ass. Both hands cup your cheeks and give a gentle squeeze and you let go of a moan.

"You like that, don't you?" 

He squeezes a bit harder and you feel his right hand move further forward toward your center. His fingers find your slickness and he starts massaging your clit. His fingers are very slow and deliberate as they move around your most sensitive area. They find your entrance and parts your lips to find you dripping.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he croons. And then he flips you over, exposing your breasts to him.  

He takes your hand and guides you to his own arousal and you can feel the precum through his sweats. Instinctively, you take his tip and squeeze, causing him to moan.

Chan stands up to remove his clothes and returns to the kneeling position but higher up. His cock, dripping with precum, is bobbing above your mouth. Greedily, you take it in whole, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

He moans as you take his length fully and grabs the back of your head thrusting into your mouth. Your tongue glides over the length of him, your mouth creating suction around him, and you can feel him pulsing inside your mouth. Not wanting to forget anything, you take his balls in your hand and gently squeeze them. He takes a breath in through his teeth and his head goes back, enjoying the sensation and attention you're giving him.

You can tell he's about to come and he immediately removes himself from you. Chan leans down and kisses your messy mouth, his tongue playing with yours and tasting his own saltiness, his cock lazily grazing your stomach.

You want him. Sucking him off makes you more wet and he knows it. He wants to make sure you get yours before he gets his, so he lives down to return the favor. His tongue plays with your clit as his fingers move inside to find your g-spot. Chan applies slight pressure to your pelvis, parallel to where his fingers are to increase the pleasure.

As you start to buck and moan, he holds you down using your breast as an anchor. When your screams echo against the walls and your body shudders, he gently pulls away and takes down at you.

"You make the most amazing noises when my fingers are in you. I wonder what noises you make when it's my cock?"

With that, he drives himself into you, not allowing any time to recover from your orgasm. You reach down to your slick clit and play with yourself, making sure he sees. His eyes go wide with excitement as he increases his speed. His head begins rubbing against another sensitive area of your outer lips, so you guide it to focus on only that one spot.

You both are grinding quickly now, increasing the pace with every thrust. You keep his head directly over that sensitive spot and you cum. You cum harder than when your g-spot was attacked and you feel him cum, his hot seed spilling into you like a geyser.

Your screams and his moans echo of the bedroom walls and you find yourself thankful to have the penthouse on the top floor. Chris collapses on top of you, his sweat mingling with yours. You still haven't removed your hand from his cock, and you can feel both of you still pulsing with aftershocks.

You stay that way for awhile, enjoying each other's postcoital musk and heavy breathing. He leans into the ticklish spot of your neck, breathing heavily into your left ear.

"That was..." he trails off.

"Amazing? Incredible? Life altering?" you suggest.

"Yes. All of the above." He brings himself up on his elbows and gazes at you. "And so much more."

You grab the back of his head and bring it down to kiss him. The wave is almost calm and your tongues dance together. Once he softens, he gets up and tells you to stay put.

"Let me clean you up. It's the least I can do for what you did for me."

Careful to not send you reeling over more aftershocks, he gently cleans your lips, laying attention to any mess he made. Once all is cleaned up, he brings the sheets back up and tucks you in again.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, light of my life," you sleepily respond.

With that, he gives you a kiss at your temple, ours his sweats back and, and closes the door, leaving you to rest.