I was chopping vegetables when my boyfriend came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed the back of my neck. I dropped the knife on the counter.
He whispered in my ear. "Do you wanna?" He nibbled on my ear then whispered "You know, have fun?"
I turned around and saw his shirt and pants were off. He was standing in his underwear. Tommy was his name. Tommy kissed my lips then he slid his tongue into my mouth. I smiled in pleasure.
Then I whispered to him sexually, "What about dinner?"
He replied in a sexual tone that made me melt. "I'll give you dinner."
Tommy pulled down my pants. I felt his muscular legs against mine. Then I felt my shirt get slid off. I kissed his lips with a lot of bravery. Tommy unbuttoned one button on my shirt the he kissed me, then he did it again. He kept repeating this task. Then when he reached the last button I felt his hands move down my arms to remove my shirt. A cold wind came in through the window and gave me a chill.
"Are you cold? I'll warm you up." Tommy said.
He picked me up from my legs and back and layed me sideways in his muscular arms. He took me to the living room and lied me on the couch. I held his hand and assisted him on me. He started rocking back and forth and I felt the pleasure I was waiting for. I moaned in delight. Tommy groaned and moaned as well. We had this emotional connection that we've shared many times. My red hair got in my face and he moved it out with both hands. His green eyes told me he was enjoying this.
After half an hour of sweet, sexy, love he stopped and layed next to me. I kissed his neck. I thought he looked sexy. His black hair was all shagged up, his green eyes were staring into mine, and his breath smelled of alcohol. A phone rang.
He told me "Don't answer that."
I laughed and replied, "That's your phone."
He rolled his eyes then realized it was his phone. "Let me get that." He picked up his phone and answered it.
I got of the couch and that made Devon fall off. He made a bang sound. He said ouch and I laughed. devon continued his conversation with his phone. I searched for my clothes. Then Devon hung up the phone and looked worriedly over at me.
"What's the matter with you?" I asked half paying attention.
He shot me another worried look and started scavenging for his clothes fairly quick. He spoke to me in a worried, rushed voice. "Julia, we have a problem. My parents are coming over for dinner in five minutes! Did you invite them?" He threw on his shirt and pulled on his pants on backwards. "Well, get dressed! And quick!"
I gathered my clothes and ran to my bedroom.