Tasha placed the bowl of the salted caramel popcorn she made an hour ago on a tray, she added a bottle of Paramus rueda verdejo wine to the tray, along with two glasses of wine. She carried the tray to the living room where Grant was.
It was their movie night. They had started the tradition two months into their relationship. They were going to spend their night cuddling up and watching movies on Netflix. Grant had since tucked Tyson into bed about an hour ago while Tasha was busy cleaning up the kitchen and making the popcorn.
He was firing up the logs of woods in the fireplace when she walked into the living room, tray in hand. She placed the silver tray on a low garden side table.
The glowing red from dry logs, along with the soft glow from the TV, illuminated the room for a nice romantic night.
Tasha walked up to Grant and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kissed him on the neck and he moaned his approval.
Her lips were still on his neck when he asked, “which movie do you want?” He asked, aiming the remote control at the TV to pull out a list of recent releases on Netflix.
“Anything,” Tasha said.
They scrolled through the endless options of newly released movies on Netflix trying to decide on the perfect show to watch. And they settled on a romantic comedy.
They settled down in the area Tasha had set up with fluffy comfy pillows and blankets to enjoy the movie and their late-night snack.
“This tastes so good,” Grant complimented after he took the first bite of the popcorn.
“Thank you,” she snuggled against his body, wrapping her Afghan around them. “I made it specifically for you. I know you love salty refreshments.”
“Thank you,” he kissed her on the cheek. “I love you, sweetheart.”
Grant opened the bottle of wine, then poured them a hefty glass each.
“Mom is so happy that we are coming over for the new year,” Grant put a hand around her. “She is so excited about meeting Tyson, too.”
“I know.” Tasha took a sip of her wine. “Tyson, too, is so eager to meet his new grandmother.”
“That reminds me.” Grant looked into her eyes. “When do you want us to look for a house?”
“We can do that by January, after we return from the holidays.”
They planned to spend both Christmas and New Year with her family in Sandville and his mom in Ashwood, respectfully. Tasha was so happy with how things were turning out for her. She never realized she could ever be this happy in her life.
“Good, he,” he agreed and reached for his wine glass.
They both tried to concentrate on the movie for about half an hour, laughing and making witty comments about the characters. Halfway through the movie, Grant turned sideways and pressed a kiss to Tasha’s neck.
“You smell so nice. I can’t resist you anymore.” He murmured, his hand slid underneath her top, caressing her belly.
“Mmmm,” she moaned and set her wineglass on the tray. “Babyyy.”
He nibbled on her earlobe and licked it with the tip of his tongue.
Tasha moaned and panted.
He tipped up her face, looking straight into her eyes. “I love you so much, Tasha.”
“I love you too,” she smiled up at him.
Grant pulled her tight to himself, capturing her mouth and kissed her. He kissed her slowly; it was so sensual, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
The kiss turned harder and more demanding. His tongue prodded its way around her mouth fervently.
“Tash,” he moaned into her mouth, his lips and teeth pushed into her. It was as if he was trying to devour her: he was just so horny. He left her breathless by the time he pulled away from her.
His hands went to the hem of her silk Cami pajamas top and pulled it off her over her head. “You are so beautiful,” he husked at her exposed boobs.
She was going to start her menstrual period in a few days. So her boobs were very full, hanging out heavy and taut from her chest. Her nipples are very pink and rosy. They made his member swell up by just looking at them. He reached out his hand and massaged one with his large hand.
Her body quivered with undiluted pleasure as he played with her boob. They stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes glimmered with dark lust. She knew he wanted her, that he needed her and the realization sent more desire into her quivering body.
“Suck my nipple,” she squealed, her voice deep with her own lust. “Suck my nipple.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured into her chest. He dipped his head down on her chest and claimed one breast.
Her breath caught in her throat as the heat from his mouth engrossed her mound.
“Baby…,” she grunted. “Grant.”
Grant flicked his tongue around her areola, teasing her skin and nipple for several seconds before suckling hard on her nipple. His other hand tweaked the second nipple.
Her breath was coming out ragged now. She leaned her back against the edge of the nearest sofa, her eyes totally shut as his mouth drove her crazy. Her cunt was already pooling juices against the crotch of her pajama pants.
He released the breast and moved to the other one. She cried out in delight as he douched the second breast with his fiery tongue and suckled on it like he was feeding from his mother.
He rearranged her and set her back down on the blanket to remove her pants. He was suddenly between her legs.
“You are creaming up already, baby,” he growled. He kissed the top of her mound, inhaling her musky scent. “God, Tash, you smell so nice. Your pussy is creaming up for me,” Grant murmured, drunken with lust. He parted Tasha’s folds with trembling fingers and swiped his tongue between her folds to collect her cunt juice.
Tasha almost jumped off the floor. She squealed with desire, calling his name. “Grant! Oh, my God! That feels so good.”