WHY DOES NOT HAVING MONEY SUCK SO MUCH.

IF I COULD MAKE MONEY BY WRITING ALL DAY LONG WITHOUT TRYING TOO HARD, I'D HAVE MILLIONS.

COLLEGE, PLEASE DON'T SUCK TOO MUCH.

He was so relaxed. It was so nice to see him like that again. Lizzie retrieved the bottle of du Bellay and poured some for her and some for him, then propped herself on the counter next To the stove. She watched him skillfully use the knife. It was so much better than the first time he tried to make them a real dinner.

Of all things, he tried to make them Seafood Pasta for dinner. It was just bad from the beginning.

Will was at the store for hours and Lizzie was having a terrible day at work. She kept thinking about their argument, which she couldn't even remember what it was about now. It was something about he had said to Lydia. Will tried to laugh it off but Lizzie just didn't find it funny.

She just knew she was still furious with him, and they had to put it together when they invited Colin and Charlotte over. Colin had always been an asshole so it didn't surprise her when he kept pointing out things in their living room. He picked up their little metallic elephant and how it was so odd and how it contrasted the rest of the decor in the room. Will was behind the counter mixing the Alfredo sauce, tasting it, but still not satisfied with it, leaving Lizzie to entertain them.

He opened up a bottle of wine, not too fancy for the occasion, but popped the cork and handed the bottle for Lizzie to pour.

Will was clumsy in the kitchen. He struggled getting the pasta in the boiling water because the steam was too hot at first. He had the fire on too high, making the sauce break and it didn't thicken properly. The next disaster was when be was pulling the garlic bread out of the oven but realized it had been on too high. Overall the night had been a disaster, but when it came time to add on the muscles, he somehow burned his hand right onto the pot. The evening turned into a night spent in the ER treating the burn.

"I'm sorry Lizzie." Will said as they waited in the waiting room.

"William, you were a fucking stud in that kitchen... Up until you burned yourself." She kissed his lips, "there were bumps, but I'm pretty sure had you finished cooking, it would have been amazing."

"Thanks Goose."

Lizzie loved whipped cream. She shook the bottle and asked Will to stand still as she put a little on his neck, then a little more on shoulder, some on his chin and then she winked before she sprayed some of it into her mouth. Will took that as an invitation to kiss her. "That's supposed to be for dessert Goose." He turned and set the dish in the oven.

"But it's so good." Lizzie said pouting just a bit. She wrapped her arms around his waist, want to share what we're going to do with the whipped cream?"

"For dessert, I plan on eating you up, but I love my desserts with extra whipped cream." He reached down and felt between her legs. Lizzie smiled and helped guide his hand closer to her wet entrance.

"Fuck Will, do you feel how wet I am for you?"

"Yes, and I fucking love it." The aprons hit the floor in seconds. Lizzie's leg was on top of the counter the other was supporting her as Will was on his knees, teasing her with her fingers. He passed his fingertips lightly across her sensitive skin. He brought his mouth just close enough so that she could feel his breath on her. Will kissed the inside of her thighs up to her opening. He gave her a lick and smiled when he heard her moan for him. Will's hand reached down for his hard cock. He stroked himself as he softly licked Lizzie. He stood, and bent over to whisper in Lizzie's ear, "Do you want me to fuck you now Lizzie? Or do you want to wait?"

Lizzie looked at him innocently, "why not now and after?"

"Good point." He untied the knot that held the apron against him. He removed it from his neck and revealed his dick to her. Lizzie smiled. She had felt so aroused. Will teased her wet opening with the tip of his cock. "Lizzie, you feel so good." Will said pushing in slowly.

It was a fast 20 minutes because the oven timer started beeping. Will cursed at the timer, "stupid piece of shit fuck."

Lizzie couldn't help but laugh. She had been sucking on his hard cock, sucking on his balls, rolling her tongue around the head, pleasuring him. He was about to cum all over her when the alarm went off. She smiled sweetly at him, "you should go get that babe."

"Lizzie." He sighed, getting up from on top of her. She grabbed one of his shirts and put it on, and put on her underwear. She rought his boxers and a clean shirt and brought it to him. "Here you go babe." She looked at the food, "Wow, that looks and smells so good."

Their dinner was actually pretty fantastic. Lizzie didn't stop complimenting the chef on such a great dinner. Will was humble at first, then relaxed into his cocky way.

After dinner, dessert was just as sweet. They brought the whipped cream into the foreplay. It aroused both of them so much it Lizzie couldn't keep herself quiet. She cursed at herself and when she finally climaxed, she apologized for being so loud in her head.

Will kissed her again and wrapped his arms around her while pulling the covers of the pair of them.

"I love whipped cream."

"Bitches love whipped cream." Will said smugly. Lizzie hit his arm, hard. "I'm sorry Goose, it was too good an opportunity to miss."

"Shut up and go to sleep." She kissed his cheek and curled back, to the shape of his body.

SO IMANA SHUT UP AND SLEEP,

abs