Kitchen Trouble
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“Before you say anything, just let me say a few words first. I was an idiot last night. You were my knight in shining armour and I blamed you for the stove. You were being so kind and going out of your way to help me. In return I was a complete ass towards you. I apologize for going off the handle like that. The only thing I can say is that I’m sorry and I hope you forgive the bitch that I was. I came over last night, but you were still pretty sore and didn’t open the door. I did see all the candles around the house and was wondering how you found time to do that.”
“I had my neighbor do a little redecorating for our evening together. When I told her about you, she was more than pleased to lend a hand. It was a total waste to come home and not be able to share it with you.”
“I love all of it, but I have to know how you got the fish, especially that late at night.”
“I was driving back, when I got your call and was just passing a seafood restaurant. I got in there and made a deal with the owner for his last case of salmon. All I have to do in return is go back in a few days to help fix his sign. It was a small price to pay to see the reaction on your face when you saw that I had done the impossible.”
“I could kiss you and I think I will, well, if you still want me.” He smiled and I drew his lips down to mine and I found a passion inside me that was ready to explode. I took my time and really enjoyed the feel of his body against mine. He had done everything right last night. I was beginning to think that this could be more than just friends with benefits. I knew I loved him, but I didn’t know that I was in love with him until this very moment. It kind of snuck up on me over the last few days, but it was a welcome surprise.
“You know, I don’t have to be to the restaurant for another hour or so, maybe I could make it up to you in some small way.” He took the spaghetti and put in the kitchen and then I watched him run around the house lighting all the candles all over again. It was light outside, so the candles weren’t necessary, but they were a nice touch.
He came over and pulled me close to him. His hands were roaming over my body, touching me almost everywhere at once. It was making my body feel alive and come awake with his sensual touch. I was exhausted from the long grand opening, but I had just found a reserve energy that I didn’t know existed.
Hands circled around my waist and then I did the same to him. We just stood there for some time just swaying and embracing in the hallway. I could hear his heart beat with my ear up near his chest and it was beating with eagerness. I wasn’t about to make him wait any longer than necessary.
I reached out for Peter’s hand and we started to walk back towards the bedroom. Whoever his neighbor was, she was a consummate romantic. Candles lit the room and I could smell cinnamon and vanilla and they were my favorite exotic spices. Peter was a really good listener and took things I told him over the years to make all this happen. The sheets were pulled down and rose petals sprinkled over them. Clearly he didn’t sleep on his bed last night. It was a little cheesy, but it still had a prolonged physical affect on me.
My body turned towards his and he was just standing there looking at me in the light of the candles. I began to unbutton my jacket and when I had it all undone, I was about to slip it off, but he stopped me with his hand.
The jacket was open and he exposed my nipples, by undoing just the buttons on my green blouse and unhooking my bra. He reached behind me and helped me shimmy out of the black pants. He led me by the hand and over to the other side of the bed. I lay on the rose petals and watched him in the dim candle light. He put on some music and began dancing around shaking what his mama gave him. I sat on the bed transfixed with the strip show he was putting on. He took off his shirt and slid the arms of the shirt through his thighs and he began to ride it like a horse.
His fingers slipped into the waistband of his pants and he pulled the zipper down until I could see a wet spot where pre cum was soaking through his briefs. The pants went down and then the underwear followed.
I hooked my finger at him and said, “I never want to fight with you again. Bring your sexy self over here.” He slid onto the bed and slowly brought his cock head up to my lips. My breasts aren’t huge by any means, but I have enough to push against him. The tight envelope surrounded his flesh and with each stroke through the valley the tip would come out. I would use that opportunity to lick and suck the head and part of the shaft at the same time.
He did this for a few minutes and I was on the receiving end of a tit fuck that warmed my flesh. He got up a little closer and dipped his cock into my mouth and I began to move over him with my wet lips. I felt the weight of him on my tongue and I drove my face back and forth in his lap. He was being driven crazy and got down with my legs in his hands. He slid into me like a knife through butter. I arched my back and he leaned over me and slowly gave me every inch of him.
The sheet was over our bodies and I watched his facial expressions of his lust and love for me. He was taking his time and letting me enjoy the way his shaft would rub my clit on each thrust of his hips. His movements were getting quicker and suddenly we were both moaning at the same time.
“Oh God Peter, I love you.”
“I love you too Maria, Oh fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight.”
Our bodies churned and twisted in the sheets and we rolled all over that bed in a state of bliss. I kissed him and he returned the kiss, while our thighs slapped together. He was breathing heavily and I ran my hands through his hair.
“Let it go, I want it.” He smiled and then a look of pleasure came over his face. I received all of him with four or five deep thrusts of his hips and then he lay in my arms. I couldn’t believe that this love was built from our friendship. His eyes shone in the candlelight as he kissed my forehead. This was my happily ever after.