“I have a crooked, goofy smile that can sometimes get too toothy when I laugh too hard.”
“Says who?” I say, sounding defensive on his part.
“I . . .” He tugs at the hem of his shirt. “It’s not important.”
“Sounds like they’re what’s not important. You have a beautiful smile. You should definitely let the whole world see it. Well . . . maybe not the whole world because then it might give me too much competition.”
He smirks. “Yeah, I highly doubt that.”
“I don’t.” I lace my fingers in his and push our bodies closer together.
Eyes lighting up, he rubs his face on my shoulder and smiles up at me, making my heart kick in my chest. “So, is the food still warm or did I take too long?”
“It’s still warm, and you didn’t take that long. Your bowl is in front of you and the spoon beside it.”
“Cool,” he says, tapping the tips of his fingers on the edge of the table before feeling around the bowl for the spoon. We both dig into our food, and he moans with each bite, soup spilling a little at the corners. He faces me a few times, no longer hiding from me, and I take in every bit of him. The messy-eater side,the sounds that make it hard for me to keep my hands to myself, and all his smiles I no longer want him to let anyone see but me.
“That was . . . wow. I haven’t had a meal that good in a while. I’ve been living off mostly sandwiches and microwavable food. It’s easier and doesn’t require me to spend hours searching for ingredients.”
“You’ll have to call me next time you eat alone, then. We can cook together on the phone. We can even make a date of it for whenever I can’t make it over.”
“Okay. That actually sounds kind of fun. Will you only make dinner with me during these calls, or will there be other activities involved?”
“There’ll be whatever you want.”
“What about what you want?” he says slowly in my ear.
“I have a feeling I’ll get that anytime you get what you want.” I stroke his inner thigh, and he practically melts against me, bringing me in for a long, deep kiss. My hand skirts up the back of his shirt and I lick from his mouth to where the top of his shirt opens. He falls back on the couch, resting his hands at his side as I take charge. He really likes when I do, with those legs easily parting and my body chasing my hand wherever it goes.
“You’re so damn sexy, you know that?” His eyes flutter, mouth opening before closing, and I stroke his cheek softly. “I want you even when I’m having you. How is that possible?”
“I know the feeling,” he breathes out, directing my face to his lap, and I laugh, slowly undoing the string. I tug down the front, and his hard, leaking cock springs free, but not without leaving a wet spot behind on his pants. I lick at that first and then roll my tongue over his shiny head, glittering with precum. My mouth waters, and I dive back for more, taking him to the back of my throat with my tongue swirling down to his base.
He moans, body twitching and fists balling. “That feels so damn good.”
“Yeah?” I look up at him, smiling at how his eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted.
“Oh yeah,” he says when my warmth is surrounding him again. My head bobs up and down. I add a little suction before burying my nose in his groin. My throat constricts and he makes a high-pitched sound with his throat. His hand falls over his face and I peel it away.
“Let me see.”
He nods, jaw tightening as I slurp my way back down, cheeks puffing as my hums vibrate around him.
“Oh fuck. I want . . . I want . . .”
“You want what?”
“You to come with me.”
“That could be arranged.” I undo my pants, and as I’m about to pull out my erection, he shakes his head as if he can read my mind.
“No . . . with me being the one to cause it.”
“Your hole is probably still sore, and I’d hate to overdo it too soon. Probably should . . . you know what? I have another idea.”
“Guide me through it?”
“I want nothing more.” I lose my jeans, leaving only my underwear on as I straddle his lap. Stroking myself through the fabric, I claim his mouth with mine, tugging at his cock while I free mine from the flap.
