The noise in the living room had woken me up, despite what I told her. It was hard not to laugh when I saw the laser light pointed at my chest. She had once again lost it in the living room. Okay. I admit most of the mess was mine. But, she looked cute as she frustratedly looked up at me.
She had a presentation and I had never seen her so disorganized and unnerved. Somehow, in the rush of trying to get ready and calm her down, a cup of last night's coffee spilled on her laptop. Chances are it was mine, so I helped her out.
Then, surprise of all surprises. I go to get my cereal, only to find it gone. Somehow, roles got reversed in the night. She admitted she ate my cereal, said she owed me more and that she was a bad roommate.
But, still, as burned as those thoughts are into my memory, it was one moment that will forever stay there.
I had noticed that she had spilled something on the collar of her shirt, so, being the type of guy I am, I offered to wipe it off.
Her brown eyes stared up at me and I could feel it. Sure, she's married, but dammit! I love her. He doesn't. If he did, she wouldn't be here, right now, looking up at me. I nervously clear my throat and let my hands unwillingly fall to my side.
That's when she takes them and pulls me close. She pulls my face down to hers and I know she's standing on her tip toes and she begins to kiss me. Not just one of those 'Thanks for helping out' peck on the lips. NO! It's a kiss.
She starts off as most kisses should: light, airy and soft. One could dare say teasing. But, the kiss deepens and our tongues began to dance with each other. I pull her close to me and hold her tightly. I don't want to let her go.
I can taste the Lucky Charms.
My skin is on fire as she softly caresses my back and I jump at every soft touch. I want her and she wants me. I remind her of her presentation, but she insists it doesn't matter. She smiles up at me and I can't help but remember what it is that I love so much about her.
I want to lay her down on that floor, but God only knows what's living on it, so I lean her back to the couch. She smiles as she pulls me down on top of her. God! The moment I've been waiting for. I finally get to make love to her.
Despite the fact she's fully dressed and I'm just in boxers and socks doesn't seem to matter to her. She tugs at the waistline of my boxers. I give her a look that says 'If I am going to be naked, so are you.' and she understands. She takes off her blouse and jacket and I can't take my eyes off of her.
Can someone say 'Addicted'?
She moans in pleasure as I nuzzle her neck and help her with those blasted trousers. There is no sight more beautiful than her, underneath me, almost as naked as I am. Soon, we are one. The pleasure is intense and I don't know what's exciting me more: The fact that I am actually making love to her or hearing her sing my name.
The excitement is rising and I can feel it. Just when it's about to happen, she snaps her fingers at me and I am utterly and cruelly pulled back into reality as she says "Dubenko's going to kill me."