It’s official. I am definitely going to die of blue balls. I adjusted in my seat a little but Zara only snuggled deeper.
I can’t explain how we ended up here. We decided to watch a movie and we just ended up like this- with Zara practically on my lap and her face was buried in the crook of my neck. I can’t say if I was the one that made the move or if she was the one but we somehow ended up like this.
The movie was still playing and Zara was engrossed with the movie but I just can’t bring myself to concentrate- not with her on my laps and that smell of hers has been invading my senses. Even her laughter makes my dick twitch. I don’t know if she has noticed that I wasn’t paying attention to the movie but there was no way she would miss the bulge in my pants.
Someone was watching me, scratch that, Jason is watching me. He has been watching me for a while now, running his hand down my cheeks and pecking my lips lightly every minute. I have been pretending to be asleep for a while now.
Yesterday night was amazing. It was more than everything I have ever dreamed of. Yes, there were no candles and yes, the lights were on but there is no way I will trade last night for anything. Jason was attentive and tender and rough at the same time.