Comfortable

AN: The following is not suitable to read if you are at work, have small children around, are an immature audience, or if you know me personally in some capacity that could particularly embarrass me on the public field of life. If you are a random who does not fit into any of the above categories, or if I have sent this to you myself, read on and enjoy. Comment what you thought below. Names have been changed to protect the...er, innocent? bah!
"So are you kickin' me out now?" I smiled at the man across from me, laughing as we walked up his drive.
"That's up to you. I mean, I figured we'd just hang after the movie..." He turned to smile at me, flicking ashes away from his cigarette. I inhaled the smoke off of mine before flicking it off into the road behind my car.
"Well, alright then. Let's go." I grabbed hold of his hand, following him into the house. A quick hello to his mom, then we were off to his bedroom. I emptied my pockets onto his nightstand--phone, money, cigarettes, lighter--leaving him ample time to grab the only chair in the room at his desk. A small chuckle escaped as I sat down on his bed across from him, staring at the redheaded male in front of me.
"What?" He smiled, moving his hand to rest lightly against his head.
"Nothing, nothing at all." I smiled back at him before leaning back to lay on his bed. He fumbled with the computer for a moment, playing a show from Netflix before jumping onto the bed. I clumsily flipped around, laying on my stomach and propping my head up on my hands.
"Have you ever seen this show?" he asked, laying down beside me.
"No, is it good?"
"Eh, it's alright." Jaret smiled back at me, the grey in his eyes twinkling as he winked. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. Turning a bright shade of pink, I turned away to watch the figures move across the screen. I felt a soft pressure on my back, and weight shifted on the bed. Jaret climbed on top of me, kneading and rubbing my back while I laid there. I couldn't stop the slight moan that escaped my lips.
"You like that, hmm?" he chuckled.
"Oh hush. It feels good." I buried my face into the sheets, hoping he didn't see, or hear, how much I enjoyed his little massage.
"I bet you do." I felt his breath warm on my neck as he placed a light kiss near my throat. I turned my head to the side, my lips reaching up to touch his. I twisted my body beneath his, turning to wrap my arms around his neck as I pulled him down into a deep kiss. His tongue dashed across my lips as I smiled, granting him entrance. Our tongues danced around each other and regrettably, we parted, each gasping for breath.
"First date, don't make me walk out of here feeling like a slut," I laughed.
"Oh, I won't." He chuckled. I sat up and turned to curl up in his arms, trying to figure out what had already transpired on the computer screen.
The characters in front of us spoke of their athletic endeavors, one of which being a professional football star. For a moment, I wondered what in the world he put on.
"You know, I used to wrestle. Back in Alabama."
"Oh really?" I smiled coyly, "You know. I'm pretty good if I say so myself."
"At wrestling?" His eyebrows plucked up and he smiled at me.
"Yeah. I would like to think so." Jaret dropped my hand that he held between his and perched on the far corner of the bed.
"Well, let's go then."
I laughed, moving to crouch down towards the center of the bed. Jaret pounced towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I turned and ducked, just missing being completely tackled and captured. After a moment of squirming, I sat back up on the bed, free from his grasp. He turned and grabbed my wrists, pinning me down under him. I smiled up at him, pressing my lips against his. His grip loosened and I took the time to flip him. Straddling him, I pushed his hands down onto the bed, leaning down to kiss and nibble at his neck once more. A small groan emitted from his throat and I smiled at the small shudder that shimmied down his spine. My lips reclaimed his once more as his hands escaped mine to pull at the back of my shirt. His arm wrapped around mine as we sat up, entangled up in each other. Our kiss deepened and his hand moved to rest on top of my jeans between my legs. Another small moan escaped my lips. I allowed my hands to move up his shirt, tracing the faint muscles that lay just a few pieces of cloth away. His hands traced below my shirt, a small tease until I grabbed my own shirt and yanked it upward. His hand moved up and with a simple flick of his wrist, my bra fell loose. I hastily threw it off, allowing Jaret to push me down. His lips touched mine, moving to kiss at my neck. One hand rubbed over my chest, flicking my erect nipples and twisting them ever so slightly. My breath hitched as I felt his mouth move over my left breast, leaving his hand to wander below to fiddle with my belt. My right hand lightly raked his arm as I moved my left hand to jerk the belt buckle and jeans button away. I gasped as I felt his hand on the outside of my wet panties, teasing me with one finger tracing a faint line up and down. He moved to kiss me once more.
"You like that?" He asked, smiling as he watched me shakily nod, arching my back as he slowly moved the cloth aside with one hand. His mouth returned to the other breast, letting his tongue flick over the nipple, his teeth brushing against it. A moan escaped my lips, and he slowly rose back up, watching me with fiery eyes. My eyes closed and I felt his finger slide in, slowly, and slide out. A heard a small chuckle escape his lips as he moved his finger up and down, wiggling around just to see my reactions.
"Jaret.." I breathed. I felt his hands move to either side of my hips and the cool air surround me as he slowly pulled off my pants. He smiled up at me as he began to kiss just below where my pants line had previously been. One hand reached up to support my back, I felt his warm tongue slide inside of me, flicking the wet walls of my pussy. Another hand rose to play with my clit, keeping the same rhythm he had formed with his tongue. My back arched and I continued to moan, feeling the waves of satisfaction slowly start to build up. My hand wrapped around his arm, scratching at him. I heard myself moan his name over and over. Smiling, he kissed my inner thighs and moved off the bed, disrobing himself as he went. Quickly (and unfortunately) sliding on that damned piece of latex, Jaret climbed back on to straddle me. No longer caring where his mouth had previously been, I reached up and kissed him, moving my hand to stroke up and down his erection. My hands returned to his neck as he positioned himself above my wetness. I nibbled at his neck as he slowly began to enter me, moving back into the same rhythm his tongue had danced previously. The pace began to pick up, in and out, going deeper inside of me each time. I heard myself get louder, practically screaming in pleasure as Jaret thrust inside me. Soft kisses were placed along my neck as he wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me closer to him. He stood up, pulling me with him to the side of the bed. Jaret stood, wrapping his hands around my legs to pull him up to his shoulders. I felt him go deeper inside of me, causing the greatest pleasures to crash over me repeatedly. His name escaped my lips more than once, entangled in moans and cries to a higher deity. His hands groped at my abdomen, tension building as he thrust deeper and deeper. He swelled inside of me, and finally collapsed on top of me, showering my upper body with kisses. I giggled, seeing him just as out of breath as I was.
"What?" He asked, smiling at me as he moved to clean up our mess.
"You're adorable, that's what." I watched as he disposed of the condom before laying back down next to me. His hand travelled up and down my back, calming me to a near sleep.
"Some first date, huh?" I laughed.
"Well, I didn't make you walk out of here feeling like a slut, now did I?" He smiled at me, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Not yet. Let's be cliche and go smoke a cigarette..."