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But I don’t move because I also really crave, I really need, for him to make the first move So I boost myself down and whisper, "I should clean up"
With a low, unexpected groan, he claainst his erection--pulsing between his legs and as hard as I’ve ever felt it--then he turns his head and takes my mouth in a quick, heady kiss that tastes of cinnamon and apples and him "Princess, I’ve been like that for hours Hours Since I boarded the daht on , then you can giveelse to do the rest of the night but you," I seductively whisper, then I giggle happily when he warns, a thick, raw lust roiling in his eyes, "Five minutes"
"It’s not a race," I counter, and then, purposely, secretly, I startlove toup the rest of the table Playfully, I slap his hand ahen he tries cupping my butt He chuckles as I carry the plates to the sink, and I’ throb in ers, his lips, his teeth, his tongue He’s been hard for hours but he doesn’t know I’ve been wet and achy for just as long
He helps esture, along with his overpowering nearness, keepsthe table, I start to wash, our fingers brushing, our bodies connecting in so s
When I’ the last plate, he stands behindthe back ofhoht, Melanie," he says, and I can detect the rasp of gratitude in his voice
"No girl cooked for you before?"
I’ly turn, but when I look into his eyes,very serious in his eyes, and very, very tender
His jaw looks squarer froer as he reaches out to unhook the apron fro it fall to my waist as he undoes the knot at the small of my back
"Nobody has cooked forthe wind out of er, but not only of the physical kind Hunger to be nurtured, taken, accepted
I know this hunger I hunger for the sa me like I’m all the acceptance he’s ever wanted, he laces both his hands through mine and backs me towardhis thu my face When he kisses me, his kiss is such velvet, I feel like I could fly His body presses close toI close ers into my braid and slowly unwinds it I shake ers in with h curious as to how I do it I close my eyes and feel him aardly but very tenderly use his hands to unravel all of my hair
Do you ever want soood? This is me with him I don’t want hi to be the perfect girlfriend And I know that he’s trying to be the perfect boyfriend too I guess it’s not fair I want hiood, but I want to see all of him Even the bad As we kiss for a while, we talk about memories fro all the ti up, my eht But I want to know more, every piece of the puzzle that is him
He doesn’t mince words and he tells me what he likes about me and how etting heavy, so heavy I can’t breathe right anymore He’s taken off his shirt and is now in only his slacks, while he’s pried off my apron and leftGod, how I love this ringed nipple The groan that follows my sucks I love how the other nipple puckers in response as I stroke it with ine you being broken," I whisper as I rubextra attention to the long, textured slash of his scar I really value scars The story they tell Thethey wear
"My scar," I say, then I hesitate before , "Do you knohat it’s for? It’s because I needed a kidney when I was young"