“Have you always been this cocky or did it come with age?”
“With age comes wisdom, and I didn’t hear you complaining about my cock a couple hours ago, miss one-time thing.”
“I was caught off guard, so the second time doesn’t count.”
“When you cum it counts.”
I roll my eyes. “Men and their egos,” I whispered. “We don’t need to make this a huge deal, it’s just sex.”
He stills for the slightest second. Not expecting that comment, and even though it fetl like more, I have no idea if it did for him.
He quickly places a sandwich on one plate and scoops the other sandwich with his spatula and plates the second one.Turning around with both plates in his hands, he strides toward me. I wouldn’t mind eating him over the grilled cheese but I know if I admit that it would make me look weak, vulnerable, and I can’t let him see that side of me.
“We’re not together. This is all fake,” I say, reminding him. And this thing between us, whatever it is, is just sex.”
I won’t let myself fall for him. I can’t.
The earnest expression on his face morphs to fixation.
“I call bullshit.” He says as he takes a bite of his sandwich.
“It’s not, as far as I’m concerned, we’re just two people getting each other off, so no need to complicate things.” I take a bite of my sandwich, appearing nonchalant, but my insides churn, and it takes every bit in me not to throw up right now.
Both his face and hold go slack. “Okay, then how about we include the non-attached sex to the deal? What if I say the offer is on the table until this thing ends?”
“Then I'd say your cock can have me until our time is up and we file for divorce.”
A small grin stretches across his face, like he has just won a Grammy.
We sit silently for a beat, and I watch him place his half-eaten sandwich down. The man could eat, and he wasn’t a slow eater.
“In that case, I’m still hungry.” He pushes his seat back and walks over to me.
“You just ate?”
“I want to eat something else.”
In one quick motion, he pulls my chair out to face him, and I try to hold back my squeal.
He drops to his knees and grabs the band of my waist and panties. I lift my butt up a little for him to pull them down off my body and toss them to the ground.
“I’m going to make every moment count, princess.”
The first swipe of his tongue is a slow tease along the length of my slit, that makes me choke. Groaning, he spreads me with two of his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
The second is a rash of lavenish hunger that lights every nerve ending of mine on fire.
“Shit.”
He simply laughs between a long lick that drive me out of my damn mind.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Don't you dare stop.”
Tugging my hips forward, he buries his face between my thighs, feasting. My hands reach for his hair and I tug, feeling the power my pussy holds in this moment.
His hungry gaze flickers up to meet mine. “I decide when you get to cum, princess.”
