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"Can you boil pasta?"
Ann could hear Phil's snort through the phone before he deadpanned, "No, I don't know how to boil pasta. Of course I can boil pasta, that's basically the only thing I knew how to do that didn't involve the microwave until I met you. Why?"
She noted a couple of things on her grocery list, including parmesan and a pound of ground beef. "Just making my list for tonight's class. I have to run to the store before you get here, there are a few things I need to pick up," she explained. "And I might pick something up to go with the dessert I'm going to have you make."
"Eh, I'm not really a dessert kind of guy," he sighed, but she scribbled down the couple of things she needed anyway.
"I'm sure you'd enjoy cake if it was eaten off of a naked female body."
There was a brief pause before Phil admitted, "Yeah, you're probably right." She smirked and finished up her list, standing up and grabbing her bag of reusable grocery bags. "So, if you're running to the store, then I guess I'll let you get going. I'll be there around 6. That okay?"
"Works for me. Want me to pick up some condoms while I'm out?"
Even though the last class had been a few days prior, Ann and Phil had gotten together in the interim and had gone through his supply of condoms. Last night, they'd discovered that he didn't have one and neither had she. They'd resorted to oral, since neither of them had felt comfortable having sex without a condom. They'd known each other less than a week, after all.
"No, I picked up a big box at Walgreens this morning. I really love that online order thing, since they stick it in a paper bag and it's stapled shut when you come to get it. It's pretty useful."
Laughing, she shook her head and locked the door behind herself as she headed out to her car. "You're such a goofball," she smiled. "I'll see you around 6. Don't be late or I might have to get the wooden spoon out again."
"Tease," Phil chuckled. "I'll see you then. Drive safe, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't be late."
The kitchen was prepped and the oven preheated when Phil showed up, leaning against the doorframe with his paper bag o' crap (as he called it) in his arms, giving Ann that goofy grin she was growing to love.
"Hey, you," he smiled, stepping in before he leaned down to kiss her, the arm not holding the bag circling her waist. "Miss me?"
"You know it," she laughed, stepping back so that he could come inside. "Shut the door and come in the kitchen, everything's all set. I'm going to show you something my mom taught me to make ages ago. I'm almost positive you'll like it, everyone likes it."
"All righty, then. Apron, too?"
She gave him a look that clearly said, 'yes, idiot', and went into the kitchen as he shut and locked the door. "Come in, take your shoes off, set your stuff out, get the apron on, and wash your hands," she called out as she pulled her own apron on and washed her own hands. Of all the things to be anal about in her kitchen, Ann was very particular about hand washing.
As she dried her hands off, she felt his strong arms going around her waist and smiled, leaning back into his chest. "I was thinking about you this morning," he whispered in her ear, one hand moving down to cup her mound through her skirt. "Couldn't help myself."
"Did you get off without me?" she pouted, tilting her head back to capture his mouth in a kiss. "Selfish man."
He chuckled right in her ear and nipped at her lobe before replying, "Nope. Didn't say I got off. Just said I was thinking about you." Smiling, Ann slipped out of his arms and moved back to the table. "So what are we making today?"
As she glanced at him, she noticed that he'd slipped on that WWE apron again, which really amused her. It made her happy to see that he'd brought it back, since she'd, well, gotten his come all over it last time and had given it to him because of it. Even though she was amused by it, she just hadn't felt comfortable hanging it near her kitchen, even after washing it.
"That apron really looks good on you, you know," she said, pulling her bowl of ground beef out of the fridge. When he joined her at the table, she stole one quick kiss from him, then smiled. "All right, hands off now, since we're going to be handling meat in a minute. Get a bowl and toss your ground beef into it. Crack an egg into the bowl, then add three tablespoons of the Italian seasoning." Ann added an egg to her own meat, followed by the seasoning, then picked up her bowl of shredded parmesan.
Phil looked at her, then at the bowl of cheese as he measured out the seasoning. "What's the cheese for?" he asked, dumping the ramekin into the bowl. He'd decided that was easier after watching Ann the other night.
"You take a handful of the cheese— No, that's too much, your hands are just so damn huge, put about half of that back. That's better," she instructed, taking her own handful of cheese and dumping it into the bowl. "Drop it in. You'll love this next bit, you're a boy."
"Does it involve breasts?"
"No, but it involves balls." Pulling her bowl closer, Ann bumped her hip against Phil's before diving her hands into the mixture. "You want to combine everything in the bowl. It's easier if you use your hands, since using a spoon can just be a pain and it might not get everything mixed properly."
She'd done this so many times over the years that she didn't have to look at what she was doing, choosing instead to watch Phil's hands, trying not to think about how they'd felt on her breasts last night. "It feels so wrong," he laughed, bumping her hip with his own as he mixed the seasonings and cheese into the meat. "It's like… Brains or something."
"Well, it is meat. The egg makes it slimier, but you need it so that the meat holds its shape as it cooks." Once her bowl was ready, she pulled a chair out from the table with her foot and plopped down, giving him a grin. "Yours looks about done, so go ahead and have a seat."
He gave her a quizzical look and said, "I thought you said something about balls?"
"I did indeed. We're going to be taking the meat mixture and forming it into balls. Now have a seat."
Groaning softly, he maneuvererd a chair out with his own foot and sank into it, looking around before he noticed the deep pan with wire racks arranged in the bottom. "Is that where they're going?" he asked, smiling when she nodded. "And how big do they have to be?"
As Ann patted some of the meat into a ball about an inch and a half in diameter, she gave him a look and said, "Larger than your balls, Phil. You should get a full mouthful of these if you bite into one."
"Hey. You seemed to get a fairly decent mouthful from my balls," he deadpanned, giving her a look. "So what did you decide to make for dessert?" As they rolled the meatballs and placed them on the rack in the pan, he nudged at her ankle with one foot before hooking his ankles around hers. The idea of him wanting to keep a hold of her even now, when their hands were filthy, made her feel like she was sixteen and on her first date again.
She just smiled at him, not wanting him to know how much she liked him already. It had only been a few days, after all. "I thought you weren't much of a dessert guy?" she teased, adding another ball to the rack. "We're going to have brownies. They're very simple, so even you should be able to make them. They also make for good sundaes. And yes, I bought ice cream." The look on his face when she mentioned ice cream was worth it.
Phil added another ball to the pan, asking, "What kind did you get?"
"A pint of mint chocolate chip and a pint of chocolate."
He grinned and patted the last bit of meat from his bowl into another ball, putting it in the tray. "Sounds good to me. So, now what, into the oven?" he continued, glancing at her as he stood up and made his way over to the sink. "For how long?"
Nodding, Ann stood up and took his place at the sink, washing her hands as he kissed her shoulder. "They go in for twenty minutes. Can you throw the pan in for me?" she asked, looking over her shoulder to see that he was already putting them into the oven. He was learning. With a grin on her face, she grabbed a paper towel and dried off her hands, leaning against the sink.
"So." He walked over to her, a sly grin on his face as he put his hands at her sides, leaning in for a kiss. "We've got twenty minutes. I wonder, how on earth can we pass the time?" His hands slipped down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze through her skirt, then he grinned. "Any suggestions?"
"Well, Mr Brooks," she smirked, cocking her head to the side, her hands sliding around to his back, pulling his apron strings loose. "I think we need to lose the aprons, first. And then you need to fuck me. What do you think?"
"I think that's an excellent suggestion," Phil grinned, suddenly picking her up and kissing her firmly, guiding her legs around his waist before carrying her out of the kitchen and into the dining room. "How about on the table this time?" he asked as he sat her down, kissing her slow and sweet, pressing himself against her.
Ann smiled and kissed him again, her hands moving to his belt buckle. "Works for me… But we have to make it quick so that we have time to get the pasta going," she said, getting his belt and fly undone before diving a hand into his jeans, circling it around his cock. "Do you have one?"
He groaned softly, thrusting into her hand as he nodded, kissing her again, one hand cupping the back of her head while laying her down on the table. "Yeah, I pulled one out of the box before I got here," he explained, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the condom, quickly unwrapping it as she eased his quickly stiffening cock out of his jeans. "I had a feeling we'd be doing this pretty quickly. Not that I mind, obviously." He smirked, his mouth finding hers again as he reached under her skirt, hand delving into her panties. "Christ, you're wet already… What, were you playing with yourself before I got here?"
Laughing, she swatted his arm, but moaned as two of his fingers pressed inside of her, his thumb on her clit. "No, you ass, I was just thinking about it all day," she admitted, capturing his mouth in another kiss. "Considering that one of the hottest men on the planet can't seem to keep his hands off of me? Yeah, it's no wonder I'm always turned on lately." She gasped softly, thrusting her hips against his hand, one of her hands sliding up underneath his t-shirt.
"Yeah, well," he laughed, pulling his fingers out of her and easing the condom down onto his shaft. "Maybe next time." The next thing Ann knew, his hands were sliding up her thighs, seeking out her panties, but all he felt was her skin. "Wait… What the…" She blushed when he lifted her skirt and looked down at her. He was looking down at her red, lace thong. "Are you for real?"
"What?" she asked, her cheeks almost as red as her panties, her hands grabbing at her skirt to hike it up around her hips. "Are you the only man in the world who doesn't like thongs?"
He shook his head, but hooked his finger into the tiny slip of material and tugged it aside. "No, I like them just fine," he admitted, stealing a kiss as he pressed himself into her, his hand holding tight to her hip. "Just wasn't expecting a red lace one under that skirt."
As Ann moaned, arching her hips toward him, her legs hooking around him, she asked, "You didn't feel the lace when you stuck your hand up my skirt?" She smirked at him, carding a hand through his hair before kissing him again.
Laughing softly, he rolled his eyes and started to thrust a little harder, the table creaking slightly underneath them. "Nah, I felt the lace, but some girls have lacy panties that aren't thongs," he teased, kissing at her neck. She was so glad he'd shaved after that first class… Maybe he could be talked into going down on her again tonight.
It probably wouldn't take much convincing. He had a tiny (okay, not so tiny) oral fixation.
The sex was quick, leaving them both panting after he'd come inside the condom, resting on his elbows as he kissed her. She'd gasped out his name when she hit her own orgasm, her fingers digging into his back through the material of his t-shirt. After he'd kissed her, he pulled out and took off the condom, knotting it. "That was fun," she grinned, sitting up and sliding her hand under his shirt before stealing another kiss.
"That was fun," he laughed, holding onto his jeans with one hand as he padded back into the kitchen, tossing the condom away before he buckled his belt and zipped up his fly. "I love that kind of sex… The need-to-touch-you-now-screw-the-clothes kind." When he looked back at Ann, she'd already slipped off the table and adjusted her panties and was shimmying in place to get her skirt to fall just right. "You look cute when you do that."
She smiled and walked over to him, her hands behind her back, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his mouth. "And you look cute when you smile at me like that," she replied, giving him a sweet smile. "So shall we wash our hands and get back to cooking?"
Shaking his head, Phil laid a gentle swat on her ass before brushing past her to get to the sink. "How much longer do the meatballs need to be in there?" he asked as he lathered and rinsed his hands.
"Well, that didn't take that long, so probably another fifteen minutes, maybe a little longer." Ann quickly washed her hands before grabbing a paper towel to dry them off. "Do me a favour and take the pot off the table and fill it about three-quarters of the way with water, then put it on the stove, the flame medium height? While that boils, I'll show you how to make sauce."
He didn't answer her question, so she darted her eyes up to his across the stove, but he didn't return the eye contact. His eyes were slightly glazed and he was staring lower, at her mouth.
"Oh. You're not listening to me at all, are you? You're just staring at my mouth. Probably imagining me sucking your cock, huh?"
At that, his eyes widened and he looked into her eyes. Ann couldn't help but laugh. "Ah, so some of my words are getting through to you, they just have to be the right ones."
He rubbed his hand over his hair as he gave a sheepish look. "Sorry. I meant to pay attention, but god, your mouth. It's so sexy."
"So will you fill that pot with water and put it on a medium flame, then come here so I can show you how to make the sauce?"
Phil nodded and did as he was told, glancing at her as he fiddled with the controls for the burner. "Stupid question, but doesn't sauce just come in a jar?" he asked, laughing and ducking the dish towel that she threw at his head, grabbing his apron and tugging it on over his head, considering that she'd put hers back on. "I'm kidding! You know I was kidding!" He picked up the towel and crossed over to her, draping it over the back of a chair. "So. The sauce. And not the kind that just went into the condom. Hey!" he laughed, grabbing at her hands when she started swatting at him.
"Come on, cut it out," Ann laughed, taking his hand and squeezing it. "I'm trying to get everything done at the same time, and I can't do that with you being the adorable idiot you are sometimes."
"Adorable, huh?"
"Oh, stop denying it, you know you are."
"Yeah, well. I try to be humble, but you just make it so difficult," he grinned, leaning down to catch her lips in a kiss. "So, the sauce. How do we make it?" She raised her eyebrow at him, as if waiting for him to make a pervy comment, but he smiled and restrained himself.
"It's pretty simple. I've never had to quantify the ingredients before, so I'm just guessing, really," she explained, pulling the cans and spice jars close to her, taking a deep breath before picking up the can opener. "This was my gran's sauce recipe. She made it, my mom makes it, and I make it. I don't give this to just anyone. So feel special."
He smiled and nodded, then watched her as she explained how much of what to put into the second pot she had sitting on the table. The recipe was special to her, as she'd explained. With most things, she was perfectly fine sharing how to make it. This was one of those exceptions that she didn't want just anyone having. Call it selfish, but she just didn't want anyone she didn't care about having her grandmother's sauce recipe. It felt weird admitting to herself that she cared enough about Phil to teach him how to make it, even if he'd likely forget anyway.
"Okay," she said, wiping her hands on her apron. "Now we put this on the stove on a low flame. You heat it slowly and after a while, taste it. If it's too acidic or too bland, you can fix that. But once you get it to where you want it, you let it simmer, so that it cooks slowly and evenly. All right?"
He nodded and stole a kiss before picking up the pot without being asked and putting it on the stove. There was a brief pause before he asked, "That flame okay?"
"Looks about right. So, while that goes, we can start on the dessert."
"Does dessert involve getting you naked and more orgasms?" Phil teased, crossing over to her and kissing her slowly, his hands on her hips.
She couldn't help it. His kisses were addictive. Still, Ann eased out of it, nipping gently at his bottom lip. "No, dessert does not involve getting me naked and more orgasms, at least not at this point," she grinned, kissing him again. "Dessert involves you turning the oven on and me showing you how to make brownies."
The pout he gave her was adorable, but she raised an eyebrow at him and added, "Don't make me get out the wooden spoon."
"Don't brownies just come out of a bag? That's easy to make."
Having opened the fridge to get the eggs out, she spun around to face him, one hand on the fridge and the other on her hip. "Phillip. Why on earth would I use a mix when brownies are one of the easiest desserts to make?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. "I don't use mixes if I can avoid it. That's the whole reason I went to culinary school. Besides, brownies are insane, there's only six ingredients."
He blinked and looked at her as she handed him three eggs. "Really?" he asked, putting the eggs on the table and watching her as she sprayed down an oblong baking pan that she'd already lined with tin foil. "What's with the foil?"
"Yes, really," she laughed, glancing at him. "It's sugar, chocolate, butter, vanilla, flour, and eggs. You can add nuts, but I'm not a big fan of them."
"You seem to like mine just fine," he smirked as she handed him four squares of chocolate. "What do I do with this?"
"I like yours because they make sex with you possible. If you did not have your nuts, you would be a eunuch and therefore, we would be incapable of having sex together," Ann deadpanned, giving Phil a look as she dropped a stick and a half of butter into a glass bowl. "Unwrap the squares, break them in half, and drop them in this bowl. This is my all-time favourite brownie recipe."
He snapped the squares into halves, tossing them into the bowl, and then looked at her. "Put the bowl in the microwave for a minute, then take it out and give it a quick stir. Put it back in for another thirty seconds or so, just until the butter's completely melted," she instructed, walking over to a drawer to get a spatula as he stuck the bowl into the microwave. The next thing she knew, he was behind her and his hand was under her skirt, giving it a firm squeeze, his voice in her ear.
"You're being awfully sassy tonight, Miss Ann," he said, his breath warm on her skin as he took the spatula from her. "Maybe I should give you a couple of swats with this. See if I can make your butt match your panties. What do you think?"
Blushing a bit, Ann looked at him over her shoulder and rubbed her ass against his crotch. "Only if I get to spank you, too, since you're being just as sassy as I am Mr CM Punk." As she leaned in for a kiss, his hand still on her ass under her skirt, the microwave suddenly beeped and she groaned softly. "You should go check on that… You can take me to task for sassing you later." Smirking, she slipped out of his arms and went back to the table, measuring out the sugar and flour.
"Besides," she said, giving him a mischievous smile. "I don't use my kitchen utensils for anything besides cooking."
"So I couldn't use this thing to tease your nipples?" Phil asked, holding up a silicone basting brush he'd spotted hanging under the cabinet. Shaking her head, she took the bowl out of the microwave, handed it to him, and stuck the spatula in his hand.
"Stir until the chocolate's completely melted."
He leaned against the table, carefully stirring the butter and chocolate so that it didn't splash everywhere, but looked at her thoughtfully. "So the pasta sauce is your grandmother's recipe?" he asked, watching as she smiled faintly and nodded. "If you don't give it to everyone, why are you giving it to me?"
A brief silence fell between them before she admitted, "I don't really know. It was the first thing I thought of when I was trying to decide what we should make tonight. I didn't question showing you how to make it, so I decided to just go with it." She looked down at her apron, fidgeting a bit with the strings, which she'd crossed over in front of herself, then turned to the sauce to give it a stir before dumping a box of spaghetti into the boiling pot of water next to it. "I don't know." Shrugging, she stepped over to him and, in an effort to change the subject, looked at the pool of melted butter and chocolate in the bowl. "That looks good. You can put it on the table now."
Phil did just that, but he slid an arm around Ann's waist and pulled her close, kissing her softly. "I'm sorry about your grandmother. Thank you for showing me how to make her sauce," he murmured, kissing her again. "Is it weird that we fucked on the table and have been flirting so much while we're making it?"
That brought a smile to Ann's face and she laughed, shaking her head. "My grandmother was just as open about sex as I am. She'd probably applaud me for boning someone as handsome as you," she smiled, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she gave him another kiss. "Not weird at all. I promise."
"Okay. So what next with the brownies?"
"Well, first, I want you to taste the sauce," she grinned, guiding him back over to the stove. "Give it a stir, then taste it. Like I said, if it's too acidic, add a little sugar. If it's too bland, add some more seasoning."
He took the spoon in hand and stirred the sauce, then tasted a bit of it. His eyes widened and he looked at her. "You know, if you learned this from your grandmother, it's probably a good thing she's not around anymore, I might have had to give her a call and see what she's doing tonight," he said, his expression completely straight.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "See if you get any after dinner," she retorted, turning back to the table. "If you like it, just cover it and let it simmer, then come here."
A moment later, he was at her side, his hand drifting down to her ass again.
"Okay, so, everything's measured out for you. You take the sugar, which is this one, and pour it into the chocolate and butter, then stir it in. Add the three eggs, then the vanilla, and finally the flour. Once it's smooth, pour it into the pan. Got it?"
"So basically, just take all this and stick it in the bowl."
"Pretty much."
"Right. And what are you doing?"
The timer on the oven dinged and she smiled. "I'm adding the meatballs to the sauce," she said, moving back to the stove and grabbing a potholder before pulling the pan of meatballs out. "When I was away at college, before I decided culinary was a better idea, my mom came to visit me once and she brought me a giant tupperware container full of these meatballs. My roommate and I were eating them for days. We were so thrilled."
As Phil stirred in the eggs, he looked at the pan and licked his lips. "They look amazing," he admitted. "Are the smaller ones mine?"
"Yeah, but I'm sure you don't handle your own balls very often."
Thankfully, he waited until Ann had set the pan down before he reached out and smacked her on the ass again.
She just rolled her eyes and grabbed a pair of tongs, carefully extracting the meatballs from the wire racks and placing them into the pot of sauce.
"So what's with the racks?" he asked as he scraped the brownie batter into the pan. "And why's the pan got foil in it?"
"The racks are so that some of the fat will drain out of the meatballs as they cook and they won't be so greasy," she explained, adding the rest of the balls to the pot. "And the foil in the brownie pan is so that we can just pull that out and cut them into squares instead of leaving them in the pan." She crossed to the sink and stuck the pan in before turning on the hot water and adding some dish soap so that it could soak. "Go ahead and put that in the oven, then give the sauce pot a stir and check on the pasta, will you?"
"Nag, nag, nag," he teased, stealing a kiss as he went to the stove to put the brownies in and she gave the meatball pan a quick once over with a scraper. "How long does the sauce take to cook?"
"Not much longer. It should be ready by the time the pasta is. I also have a salad in the fridge."
Glancing at her before looking down at the pasta. "I think this is just about ready. Got the strainer out?"
"It's called a colander, darling, and yes, it's in the sink."
He pulled on a pair of pot holders before picking up the pasta pot, carefully taking it over to the sink and slowly dumping it into the colander. "See, this I know how to do. It's everything else, anything more complex than pasta and microwaveable shit, that I'm learning how to do," he explained, giving the colander a toss with one hand.
"I remember," she grinned, stealing a kiss before she went to the fridge to get the salad out. "Aw, shit."
"What?"
"I forgot to get garlic bread from the bakery."
Phil carried the pot back over to the stove and set it down, looking around before Ann handed him a chunk of butter to stir into the pasta. "That's okay, we don't need garlic bread," he grinned. "Besides, with all of this stuff to eat already, I might be in a food coma afterward and incapable of fucking you properly."
She turned to him, the container of salad in one hand and a bottle of balsamic vinaigrette in the other, and smiled. "If you can't fuck me properly after dinner, then we'll just watch a movie. We don't always have to have sex, you know," she admitted, setting the container down before getting plates and bowls from the cabinet. "You can turn the sauce off as well." As she prepared the salad bowls, she heard him moving around, then felt his arms around her waist again, holding her close.
"So what kind of salad is that?" he asked, kissing the crook of her neck. "It looks interesting."
"It's spinach with strawberries, artichokes, prosciutto and goat cheese. And there's a balsamic vinaigrette to go on top."
He paused, gently stroking her belly with his thumb, and admitted, "All right, that sounds kind of good. I'll give it a try."
An hour later, they were curled up on the couch, his arm around her as she snuggled into his side, one of Eddie Izzard's specials on TV. "Those meatballs and the sauce were amazing," he sighed, holding her close, a lightweight blanket pulled over their bodies. "And that salad was pretty good, too."
"What'd you think of the brownies?" she yawned, leaning up for a kiss. "You ate, like, three of them."
"I loved them, I thought they were great. I can't wait to take one to my mom."
"I'm sure she'll love them," Ann grinned, curling a little closer to him as she took the remote and put it on the coffee table before slipping into his lap, kissing him again. "Think you're up to sexy times?"
He smiled as she slid a hand over his hair, kissing him again. "I think I could be persuaded," he grinned, his hands sliding under her skirt to cup her ass. "How about we go to the bedroom?" Phil kissed her forehead, then her ear, before he pulled the blanket away, setting it on the sofa. "Hm?"
She grinned and kissed his nose, her arms hooking around his shoulders. "Bedroom sounds good."
With that, he stood up from the couch, her in his arms, and carried her off to the bedroom, the room they'd spent several hours in over the last few days.
He sat her down on the bed and kissed her slowly, teasingly, as he took hold of the waistband of her skirt and panties, tugging them down. "I want you naked this time," he said, leaning down to kiss her thigh. "Hope you don't mind."
A fond smile crossed her face as she started to pull his t-shirt over his head, fluffing his hair up in the process. "I don't mind at all," she admitted, curling a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him close, nosing at his cheek. "Just so long as you're naked with me." She was glad now that she hadn't made the bed, since she hated fucking on top of the covers.
As she fussed with his belt buckle and fly, getting them open and pushing them down, he managed to get her shirt off, followed by the red lace bra that matched her panties. His jeans and belt landed on the floor with a thunk and he reached for the box on the nightstand, the condoms he'd brought over and she'd stashed there while he was eating his third brownie.
"Stay with me tonight? After?" she asked, touching his cheek as he settled on top of her, his cock hard against her thigh.
He smiled.
"Of course."
Ann took the foil packet, carefully ripping it open before taking the latex out and rolling it down onto Phil's shaft, smiling at the way it made him moan. A lot of guys bitched about condoms, but Phil didn't seem to mind one bit. She kissed him again, pulling him down to kneel between her legs, guiding his cock down to where she needed it.
"That what you want?" he teased, kissing her pulse point as he settled on his elbows, one little wiggle of his hips getting the head of his cock just barely inside of her. "You want that in you?"
"Oh, come on," she laughed, sliding her hands down his back, settling her feet flat on the bed to lift her hips up to him. "You know I want that."
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Tell me what you want," sending a shiver straight down her spine. The idea of just rolling over and taking him inside flitted through her mind, but she pushed it aside, choosing instead to play along.
"I want you to put your cock inside me and fuck me," she said, kissing his jawline. "I want you to make me come so hard I see stars. Think you can do that for me, Phil?"
She felt more than heard the way he growled, considering that her lips were on his throat, and she smirked when he said, "I'll sure as hell give it a try."
With that, he slipped his cock inside of her, making her moan, her back arching as he filled her. Her nails dug into his sides as he started to thrust slowly, rocking himself in and out, his own right hand sliding up her stomach as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, covering each of them in kisses.
Her head lolled back onto the pillows, her hands sliding over his muscular back, legs hooking around his waist as his hand cupped the back of her thigh, guiding it up a little higher. Of all the times that they'd had sex over the last few days (which had, admittedly, been a rather high number), this was by far the most tender she'd seen him be. At least during the actual sex part. It made her heart ache, especially when she considered the fact that they weren't dating and were pretty much just fuck buddies.
Even if he had agreed to stay the night.
She pushed it out of her mind and focused on what he was doing, his mouth working on one of her nipples, his cock driving in and out of her, that strong hand having drifted between her legs, fingers working her clit. He shifted, thrusting a little harder as his left hand slid underneath her, suddenly gathering her to him as he sat back on his heels, holding her in his lap as he kept thrusting.
"Oh god, Phil," she gasped, holding tight to his shoulders, moaning before she caught his mouth in a kiss, one hand cupping the back of his head. "That feels so good…"
"Feels good for me, too," he laughed, his voice breathless as he kissed her again. He moaned and slid a hand down to grasp her ass, fingers digging into the flesh. "Christ, you always feel so fucking good when we do this." He kissed her throat before biting gently at the swell of her breast, since he knew that she didn't want marks anywhere, just in case she went to the beach.
His thrusts came harder, faster, pushing her up off of his lap as she rocked on her knees, essentially riding him in that awkward position. She could feel the tension in her lower belly and knew she'd be coming soon. She couldn't help it. Phil just did things to her.
He gripped her hair firmly and just barely pulled on it as he caught her mouth in a kiss, that sudden expression of lust pushing her over the precipice into her orgasm, tearing her mouth away from his as she cried out, bucking in his lap. Before she was through, he laid her back down and kissed her roughly, still fucking her hard as he took her hands and loosely pinned them above her head. They'd had that discussion, the one about restraint, when he'd joked about pinning her to the wall and doing her right there by the front door of her apartment, and she'd told him the truth; that she hated to be restrained with no way of getting herself out.
Their mouths parted and her eyes met his again, watching him as he thrust inside of her, his thumb pressing against her wrist. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, nipping at her chin before kissing her hungrily, his hips stuttering as he neared his own climax. He grunted and thrust in all the way, balls deep, and she winced slightly as he buried his face in her breasts. He was a little too deep for her liking, but they could discuss that later. Right now, she wiggled her wrists out of his grip and gently slid her hands down the curve of his back, kissing his hair.
"So are you," she whispered, pressing another kiss to the sweaty fluff on top of his head. "Even if a guy shouldn't be called beautiful!" Her words ended in a squeal of laughter as he started tickling her, his hand brushing over her hip, her most ticklish spot, the only one she couldn't control. "Okay, okay, I give!" She laughed and kissed him again. "Get rid of the condom and c'mere, all right?"
Settling back down onto the bed, she sighed softly and watched as he rolled over off of her, rubbing his face with one hand before he disposed of the latex and carefully cleaned himself up. The next thing she knew, he was shifting back to her, kissing her shoulder as he turned her onto her side, pulling her tight against his chest, his arm around her waist.
"Think maybe we might need to do something other than cook and fuck," he admitted, tapping lightly on her belly with his fingers. "What do you think?" She nodded, her eyes falling shut as she enjoyed the feel of being in his arms. "Maybe we could," he pressed another kiss to her shoulder, "go to the cape this weekend. Do you have the time free?"
She smiled and nodded, covering his large hand with her smaller one.
"I do. And maybe I can show you some tricks for the grill."
A weekend away. With a man she'd known less than a week. Call her an idiot, but it just felt… Right. Besides, summer would be over soon. What better way to end it with a bang than by spending Labor Day weekend at the cape with the sexiest man alive?
Shit.
She had to get a new bathing suit.
