yessiraustralia-again: Dinner went well. The conversation flowed so easily. I now stood in her kitch
yessiraustralia-again: Dinner went well. The conversation flowed so easily. I now stood in her kitchen, leaning against the bench, listening to her work story from earlier in the week, as she made us coffee. She turned and caught me grinning. “What’s so funny mister?” she said, cheekily. “The games we play.” “The games we play?” “Well not necessarily us, but people,” I replied, then added, “In this case us.” She looked confused but laughed. “OK. You’re going to have to give me more information.” “Well, here we are, pretending this is about your story, or the coffee that’s coming, when we both know it’s not.” “It’s not?” she asked, a little softer. I took a step forward, took her face in my hand, and leaned in. “It’s not,” I whispered, before kissing her. It was one of my kisses. Like the first one. Soft, slow, dreamy, understated. Then I pulled back. “Fuck” she whispered. “Not yet,” I said, cheekily, then pulled her hair back and kissed her neck.Once I let it go, she leaned in against me, pinning me to the bench, hands up the side of my face, to the back of my head, then down my back. It was hot and passionate. She moaned into my mouth. Then she broke away and looked at me with bedroom eyes.“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yes please,” she replied and took my hand, leading me to her bedroom. Keep reading -- source link