I would actually have liked to hear something more personal.
“And you?” He asked.
“Me?”
“Yeah, what’s something someone wouldn’t know about you right away?” He turned my own question against me.
“Oh, uhh… I’m boring. There’s nothing interesting going on here.” I attempted to avoid it as I racked my brain but came up with nothing that could work to my benefit.
“I very much doubt that. But that’s okay, I’ll get it all out of you eventually,” a sheepish grin filled his face as he took the empty plate off the counter.
I washed the dishes and the pan in the deep silver sink. Simon insisted I didn’t need to, but I wanted to. “It makes me feel good, like I’m needed.” I said to him as I rinsed the sticky sweet syrup off each plate.
“Oh trust me, you are very much needed darling.” He gently whispered in my ear standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and it made me tremble. I tried to focus on the dishes in front of me, but he made it nearly impossible to think about anything other than his lips brushing up against my neck.
“Is that so?” My face was starting to flush, but I kept my eyes on the dishes in my hands, full of suds as I ran the sponge over the surface of the pan. He was a persistent one, though. He tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me back a few inches from the sink, causing me to drop the pan. I had no choice. I gave in.
I craned my neck to the right so he had a better angle at my throat. His tongue moved over my skin as he planted sensual kisses from behind my ear to down to my collarbone. His hands began to move upwards, one of them slipping underneath my shirt and heading for my breasts.
I turned around quickly and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling his mouth to mine, and getting dish soap all over his face. He didn’t seem to mind the dripping mixture of water and bubbles as he continued to passionately kiss me. He tasted divine as his sweet tongue greedily tasted mine. The water from the tap was still running, but that didn’t matter to Simon as he lifted me by the waist and set me on the edge of the counter pushing my legs apart so he could move in close and once again we were lost in each other.
Chapter 8
It was nearly three hours later after our steamy kitchen make-out-session and we found ourselves back in the living room cuddling on the plush sofa. We argued for a bit about how I was insane because I had never seen Star Wars, and it concluded in my agreement to watch the first one with him. On the long couch in his embrace I lovingly watched him as his lips silently recited the lines to the movie. I wasn’t really paying full attention to the film, but I loved it because he was so passionate about it, and at that moment I was so very glad that I chose to come over.
He didn’t pressure me in the kitchen to take things any further than heavy petting, and I didn’t know if he would when it was time to climb under the king-sized blue and black reversible comforter that lay on his bed. I was still unsure if I wanted it to happen or not. Trying hard to remind myself that this wasn’t anything more than fun I asked myself ‘ what’s the point in holding back if we’re just having a good time? ’
Before I knew it the end credits were rolling up the television screen and it was getting pretty late. I tried hard to stop myself, but I couldn’t cease from yawning loudly. I covered my gaping mouth with my hands trying to stifle it, but there was no way Simon didn’t notice.
“Did the film bore you that much?” He wondered; furrowed brows and all.
“No, not at all. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” I lied, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by ripping on his favorite movie. If he were to tell me that he didn’t enjoy The Breakfast Club I would probably strike him down. “No, it’s just been quite the day.” I saved myself.
“Yeah, it has been a spectacular
“And you?” He asked.
“Me?”
“Yeah, what’s something someone wouldn’t know about you right away?” He turned my own question against me.
“Oh, uhh… I’m boring. There’s nothing interesting going on here.” I attempted to avoid it as I racked my brain but came up with nothing that could work to my benefit.
“I very much doubt that. But that’s okay, I’ll get it all out of you eventually,” a sheepish grin filled his face as he took the empty plate off the counter.
I washed the dishes and the pan in the deep silver sink. Simon insisted I didn’t need to, but I wanted to. “It makes me feel good, like I’m needed.” I said to him as I rinsed the sticky sweet syrup off each plate.
“Oh trust me, you are very much needed darling.” He gently whispered in my ear standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and it made me tremble. I tried to focus on the dishes in front of me, but he made it nearly impossible to think about anything other than his lips brushing up against my neck.
“Is that so?” My face was starting to flush, but I kept my eyes on the dishes in my hands, full of suds as I ran the sponge over the surface of the pan. He was a persistent one, though. He tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me back a few inches from the sink, causing me to drop the pan. I had no choice. I gave in.
I craned my neck to the right so he had a better angle at my throat. His tongue moved over my skin as he planted sensual kisses from behind my ear to down to my collarbone. His hands began to move upwards, one of them slipping underneath my shirt and heading for my breasts.
I turned around quickly and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling his mouth to mine, and getting dish soap all over his face. He didn’t seem to mind the dripping mixture of water and bubbles as he continued to passionately kiss me. He tasted divine as his sweet tongue greedily tasted mine. The water from the tap was still running, but that didn’t matter to Simon as he lifted me by the waist and set me on the edge of the counter pushing my legs apart so he could move in close and once again we were lost in each other.
Chapter 8
It was nearly three hours later after our steamy kitchen make-out-session and we found ourselves back in the living room cuddling on the plush sofa. We argued for a bit about how I was insane because I had never seen Star Wars, and it concluded in my agreement to watch the first one with him. On the long couch in his embrace I lovingly watched him as his lips silently recited the lines to the movie. I wasn’t really paying full attention to the film, but I loved it because he was so passionate about it, and at that moment I was so very glad that I chose to come over.
He didn’t pressure me in the kitchen to take things any further than heavy petting, and I didn’t know if he would when it was time to climb under the king-sized blue and black reversible comforter that lay on his bed. I was still unsure if I wanted it to happen or not. Trying hard to remind myself that this wasn’t anything more than fun I asked myself ‘ what’s the point in holding back if we’re just having a good time? ’
Before I knew it the end credits were rolling up the television screen and it was getting pretty late. I tried hard to stop myself, but I couldn’t cease from yawning loudly. I covered my gaping mouth with my hands trying to stifle it, but there was no way Simon didn’t notice.
“Did the film bore you that much?” He wondered; furrowed brows and all.
“No, not at all. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” I lied, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by ripping on his favorite movie. If he were to tell me that he didn’t enjoy The Breakfast Club I would probably strike him down. “No, it’s just been quite the day.” I saved myself.
“Yeah, it has been a spectacular
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