Netflix and chill

Samantha is still worried she might be making a horrible mistake as she sits quietly beside Julian while he flicks through the options trying to find something to watch. She had really meant it when she said she doesn't care what he puts on, as she finds herself barely paying attention when he finally selects a sci-fi movie she has never heard of before. Instead she is acutely aware of her own body, every nerve still singing after her recently adventure in the shower. Every inch of her body feels uniquely alive as she feels the slightest movement causing a light dance of her blouse over her skin, the sensation of her ass sliding against her skirt as she adjusts her position on the couch minutely, her hard little nubs of nipples she can feel rubbing against her bra with her every breath causing her chest to rise and fall.

More then any of that though, she finds herself acutely aware of Julian and his nearness on the couch beside her seeming to ignore her in favor of the introduction to the movie. She had never liked him much as a room mate, he had always been an arrogant asshole who didn't care for anyone else. Now, she couldn't help but she a different side of him. This close the size difference struck her more powerfully, unable to resist looking over to take him in towers above her. He had always been bigger then her, but now he seemed like a giant, and it sent butterflies fluttering in her belly for reasons she couldn't quite put her finger on. She couldn't help but feel annoyed that he has not so much as looked at her, not said a word to her.. she wasn't even sure she wanted this to happen, but she knew she didn't like being ignored. She briefly considers starting a conversation, but here so close to him, looking up at him and knowing he is likely to make his move soon she finds her courage has abandoned her. Instead she turns back to the movie and pretends to be watching, pretends she can spare any awareness beyond the ache of her body or the stark awareness of his nearness. The scent of his sweat and male odor fills her nose, a curious mix of off putting and enticing, oddly alluring even as she knows she would normally be disgusted by the scent.

She is startled out of her thoughts by the feeling of his right hand dropping onto her shoulder, the simple touch sending a series of pleasant tingles surging through her body. His rough fingers curl around her shoulder possessively, starting to pull her gently but insistently towards him to close the short distance between them. She glances up at his face only to see that smug grin she had always hated so much in her room mate, but the effect on her is entirely different now. Somehow that smug asshole's expression sends a jolt of desire straight into the still wet heat of her rapidly moistening pussy as she finds herself unable to resist his guidance until she feels her shoulder bumping lightly into his own. She lays her head lightly on his shoulder as best she can but with her much shorter form finding it difficult, finally curling her legs up under her to gain a little height as she lays her head to rest and lets her hot breath play over his throat- her surprisingly short breathing giving little doubt about her current state.

She feels his touch working its way slowly, teasingly down from her shoulder leaving a trail of tingling sensations in the wake of his fingertips as they dance down her shoulder, the outside of her arm, working a slow path towards the more then ample swell of her breasts concealed within her white blouse. He still isn't even looking at her! For reasons she can't quite put her fingers on his inattention pisses her off, even as his touch works her up higher and higher. This isn't at all had she had pictured it, she had seen him mesmerized by her body, lovingly lavishing attention.. not smirking that infuriating smirk as the majority of his attention remains on the mediocre movie before him!

All of those thoughts flow away as she feels his rough fingers close around the soft, amazingly sensitive flesh of her breasts in a powerful- almost painful grip. She can't hold back the loud moan that escapes her throat, bringing a bright flush of embarrassment from her as Julian barely seems to be paying her any attention as his hand absently explores her quivering body. Where her own touches to her breasts had been gentle and teasing his are powerful and aggressive, almost as much pain as pleasure but stoking the wet heat in her belly like nothing she has ever felt before. Her back arches unconsciously as she offers more of her body up to him, her quivering form begging for more of his rough touch. He continues to maul of breasts for what feels like an eternity, still not even bothering to look at her as she finds herself growing more and more **** with her need.

Soon enough she has lost all semblance of control as she writhes under his touch, her body an overly sensitive instrument that he is playing like a master. She can feel the wet heat of her need building by the moment, the familiar tingle of an orgasm just outside of reach singing through every inch of her body as his half hearted attention on her breasts brings her up to the very edge of her pleasure but can't quite send her over. Finally, for the first time since the movie started, his head turns to look down into her own eyes which sends another confused spike of desire racing through her. She feels her heart flutter excitedly, joining the butterflies in her stomach and the much more primal need of her drooling cunt. Why does his attention have such an effect on her, when she can barely stand the guy? When he speaks his words are stern and simple, his voice brooking no dissent. "Lose the clothes, now." He doesn't even pretend to be asking a question, a command he clearly expects to be obeyed as her looks down at her with that infuriatingly smug expression. She knows this is her last chance to back out, if she follows through this asshole is going to own her. She hates the thought of that shit eating grin of his looking down at her, but her body seems to have other ideas..