Page 36 of Her Paramedic
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. What are we watching?”
“Whatever you want to, baby.”
He’d allow her to choose, and if she had trouble, he had a few options to make it easier. But first, he led her over to the couch. The heat from the pit should make it warm enough, but if it wasn’t, he draped a blanket over her. He turned on the kettle and projector before joining her. Slate handed her his phone after pulling up a streaming app.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she scrolled through it. The ember flickers from the firepit made her cinnamon-colored skin glow. Her honey eyes shone brightly under the soft lights. The soft smell of her perfume filtered to him, and it was one of his favorites.
“Are you okay with a scary movie?” she asked.
“I’m okay with whatever you want, beautiful.”
She returned his phone, and he looked at the movie on the screen.My Bloody Valentine.He connected his phone to the projector and placed it to the side, waiting to start it until the kettle was done.
“Are we making hot chocolate?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Are there different kinds?” she asked, nodding to the tins.
“We’re making s’mores hot chocolate. There’s mini graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate, or just cocoa mix if you want that.”
She smiled at him, and he’d never tire of seeing it. The kettle beeped, indicating it was ready. Slate made the drinks, handing Talia hers before settling beside her under the blanket and starting the movie. He’d seen the original, but this was his first time watching the remake.
They were a little way into the movie, their empty cups recently set aside, when she moved into his side. He rearranged them, pulling her between his legs, and wrapped his arms around her as she fixed the blanket.
Slate could admit that he stopped paying attention to the movie at some point. It was okay. Naturally, the graphics were better than the original, but that didn’t mean it was better than its predecessor, and that was the risk you ran with remakes. He didn’t think Talia would mind if he distracted her from it for a few minutes.
He kissed her neck softly, slipping a hand under her shirt, and she tilted her head, giving him more room. Slate nipped at her neck and ran the pads of his fingers softly along her stomach. His hand traveled up, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the lace of her bra as he licked up the column of her neck. She released a soft moan, which deepened when he pinched her nipple.
“Is the movie boring you, babe?” she teased, sitting up.
“I can’t help that you’re far more interesting.”
She turned around, straddling him, and he rested his hands on her ass. “Maybe we should do something more interesting.”
Talia kissed him, soft lips on his, and he followed her lead. He allowed her tongue to coax his when it slipped into his mouth. She was sweet, tasted of chocolate and marshmallows, and Slate gripped her plump ass.
He didn’t know how long they kissed, alternating between deep, sensual kisses and soft pecks. There were screams on the screen, but they were drowned out. He probably should have been paying more attention to it to ensure the screams weren’t too loud and disturbing his neighbors.
She ran her hands along his shoulders when they pulled apart with a final peck.
“You plan to test them out again?” he asked with a smirk.
She licked her lips as she shifted. “I plan on doing more than that.”
Slate’s dick twitched at her words, and he squeezed her ass. She always said the right things and always had him holding a tight rein on his control until she was ready, and from her words, she was.
“Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll take care of this.” He was sure neither of them cared about finishing the movie.
“You sure you don’t want help?”
“I’m sure, baby. Go ahead. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
She climbed off him, slipped her feet back into her slippers, and headed inside. Slate turned the projector and lanterns off. He put his phone in his pocket. Then he put the projector and their cups on the tray with the cocoa ingredients before putting out the fire pit and taking the tray into the house. He poured the extra water out of the kettle, washed it and the cups, andput them away. He returned the projector to the living room and headed to his bedroom.
The en suite door was closed, and he could hear the shower running. He debated joining her, but he knew they’d be in there far longer than needed. He also wasn’t the biggest fan of shower sex. It didn’t allow him to take his time like he wanted. Sure, they could start there, but what Slate wanted to give her was continuous pleasure, and having to pause to get out wasn’t ideal.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and tossed it on the bed. Then he put his slippers in the closet and undressed down to his boxers, placing his clothes in the hamper. He sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone until Talia came out in a towel. It was the first time he’d been offended by a towel, as it obstructed his view.Patience,he reminded himself. He didn’t have to wait much longer.
