just a little tease for you guys. Loved all the reviews, keeps this story going and inspires me.
I was not going to back down from this, I needed this. I know Opie probably was not the best choice but at this point he was a man sitting on my couch and I had ingested a large amount of Jack in a short amount of time. His hand was now on mine, not moving and making sure that I didn't move my hand anymore close to his area. "I don't think this is a good idea." Opie said as he broke the silence between us. I knew he was going to say that. I decided it was going to be me that made the move. I moved my hand a little more up and down and moved closer to him on the couch. He didn't move a muscle or say anything at this point. He grabbed the remote from the side of him and turned up the volume on the TV a little more. I furrowed my eyebrows at him a little, he smirked still looking forward. I was close as I could get to him there was nowhere either of us could go. I reached my other hand around the side of his face to make him look at me. His eyes seemed to pierce straight though mine. In one swift movement he grabbed one of my legs pulling me up on top of him. The sudden movement made my vision a little fuzzy and I readjusted myself on top of him with both my legs at either side straddling him on my couch.
I finally realized why he had turned up the volume on the TV, he had wanted this just like I did, plus my kid was across the hallway in her crib sleeping. I looked into his eyes and he looked in mine, I slowly made my way down to his face, brushing my lips over his. He didn't seem to stiffen at my movement; he was relaxing as I moved around. "Tell me what you want from me." He said as I raised my head lower, licking and placing small kisses on his neck. I really wasn't sure what I wanted; I just wanted to feel a man under me at this point. I didn't anticipate the night going this way or what would even happens next. He could throw me off at any minute and go home to his wife. His wife….I hadn't really thought of her. We were not friends, more acquaintances really from the club, could I sleep with a married man. I felt him move probably waiting for me to answer. "I want you to fuck my on my couch." I laughed a little, he grabbed the bottle from behind me took a couple of gulps and so did I. he placed it back on the coffee table and started to stand up from the couch with me still attached to him. He lifted me off so easily moving us in a laying down position with him on top. "This stays between you and me, got it." That was the last thing he said for the rest of the night.