*Clears throat* and they said Chocolate was bad for us!
Flove Mrs Agget.
Still own nothing, but buying a chocolate fountain this weekend (a girl can dream).
JPOV
I toed my boots off, not needing to be told twice.
"Stop," he whispered as my hands moved to the buttons on my jeans.
"Slowly." He enunciated every letter.
Fuck. How was I supposed to go slow when all I wanted was for him to take me over his cold, black, marble counter top, or on the floor. He must have seen the frustration in my face as he walked towards me and placed his hands over mine.
"Jazz," he started, his voice thick with lust. "Have you ever opened a present so slowly, because you wanted to savour the moment forever, knowing once it was opened you would never get that feeling in the pit of your stomach again?" he whispered close to my ear.
Fuck me.
I nodded. All coherent thought process had now gone south to my cock. He let go of my hands and took a step back and I began to pull on the fabric of my jeans.
Pop...
Pop...
Pop...
Pop...
The only sound apart from the ragged breathing was my buttons as they slid slowly from their confines. Once undone, my jeans lay open lazily on my hips as I waited for instruction.
I let them be as I slowly removed my jacket and then my wife beater.
Now I'm stood barefoot, jeans hung open, and naked from the waist up.
"Fucking beautiful," he whimpered as he palmed himself through his trousers.
"No fair," I protested with a pout.
"Huh?"
"I want to do that." I gestured towards his hands on his belt buckle. I hadn't really noticed what he had been wearing, my mind blinkered on getting him naked as quickly as possible.
Edward was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a crisp white shirt, the top three buttons open to show me a smattering of fair hair.
"I'm..erm..a little over dressed," he whispered as his cheeks tinged pink, showing his embarrassment.
"No!" I choked out as my hand moved into my jeans. "You look fucking edible."