I turned sideways on the couch, one leg straight, one foot on the floor, making room for Juliette in front of me. She perched at the edge and slid back into the vee of my legs. I was going to pull her in even closer and leave her with no doubt what touching her, hearing her, did to me, but not just yet.
“I’m glad you’re here, baby.” I ran my hands gently up and down her arms, then settled on her shoulders and gave a squeeze.
“Mmm, me too. That feels good.”
I rubbed her shoulders and back, loving how she melted under my touch, and then she gave me what I was waiting for. A sweet little moan. I slid my hands down her sides, digging my thumbs into the muscles of her back and letting my fingertips glide over the curves of her breasts. She gasped and leaned intome, and that’s when I pulled her back, her ass firmly against my throbbing dick, the pressure a sweet torture.
“Juls,” I groaned.
I continued the massage, kneading into her back, lingering at the base of her spine, my fingertips teasing over the curves of her hips, and up, grazing the edges of her tantalizing tits while she rewarded me with the sexiest little mewls.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Damn lasagna,” Juliette muttered.
I held her against me as I laughed. I kissed her just behind her ear, before whispering, “Soon, baby. Let’s go eat.”
The disgruntled way she trudged to the kitchen made me laugh again. If she was reluctant for dinner for any other reason, I’d be disappointed, but there was nothing I wanted more than to continue what we’d started, and it was fucking fantastic that she felt the same.
Over dinner, we talked about work and our friends and families, the conversation flowing easily as we both enjoyed the food.
“Are you almost done with school for the year?” I asked.
“No, the special education schools are year round. I just have a little time before and after summer school.”
“Bummer. I was hoping we’d have more time together.”
Juliette’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas. She was adorable. So easy to please.
“Can I ask you something?” she said.
“Of course, always.”
“Why is it so important to you to have the doors locked?”
“Common sense?”
“No, it’s more than that. What is it?”
“I see so much fucked up shit every day. Husbands and wives, moms and dads and kids, going about their business, thinking that at the end of the day they’ll all get to see each other again.But too often, one doesn’t make it home. A car accident, a heart attack, a carjacking, or burglary gone bad. There’s so much scary shit that can happen that’s out of anyone’s control. So why not control the things that we can?”
“That makes sense.”
“I know. I also know that you have a fire extinguisher, smoke detectors, and carbon monoxide detectors.”
“You snooped around my house for safety equipment?” She laughed.
I smiled unapologetically. “I almost tested all your detectors, too, but I didn’t want you to think I was crazy that early in our relationship.”
“You can test them if it makes you happy. I don’t know if I’ve ever tested them.”
“I will. It’s important to me that you’re safe.”
Juliette’s entire face glowed along with her golden honey eyes. “You’re very sweet.”
How did her happiness have a direct link to my dick? I waited patiently while she finished her lasagna. “Are you done eating?” I asked, adjusting myself as she put the last bite in her mouth.
Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink. “I am now. Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”