Kitchen Counter
This story suddenly came to me while I was driving. I can't drive in silence so of course had Spotify playing in the car. The song is called "She Keeps Me Up" by Nickelback. The line was -I love when she says "what's wrong with right here on the counter?" - and I suddenly had this image of a guy who is a bit of a germaphobe and how he would react i a girl dare suggest that they fool around on the same place he prepares food.
Enjoy - Jennifer
She moaned as his lips trailed down her jaw and over her collar bone. Her back was pressed into the bench and she had very little choice but to press into him in return. As if she wanted to be anywhere else but trapped between this man and the kitchen bench. His hands moved firmly up her sides, his mouth never leaving her skin even as their breaths turned into nothing more then animalistic panting and sounds. Suddenly his hands tightened on her hips and she squeaked in surprise and pleasure as he sat her on the kitchen bench.
She knew where this was going, and her body was ready for it. Waiting for him to tire of the foreplay and take this to the next level she encouraged him on. Finally, he pulled away from her, pressing his forehead against hers and grinning. His face was flushed and she liked that she could do that to him. He always looked so powerful that she was grateful to see him a little more human, more touchable.
"How about we go to my bed?" he offered.
She shrugged a lazy roll of her shoulders and barely anything more than that. "What wrong with right here on the counter?" She grinned at the playful suggestion.
He looked at the table where she was perched, standing between her legs and conveniently at a good angle for what she wanted but he still gave pause. Her hand ran back through his hair and along his jaw to bring his eyes back to hers. She didn't want him to lose focus. "But this is where I eat my food," He said.
"Why don't you just eat me instead?" she said and froze as she realised what had just passed through her lips. He had frozen with her and for a second they stayed there looking at each other before he laughed.
"Did you just suggest?" he chuckled
She nodded, laughing with him. "Oh god I did," she hid her eyes behind her hand, hair falling forward to help hide her embarrassment.
He held his hand out to her and easily she slid off the table top, still unable to stop laughing or show him her face. "I suppose I kinda ruined the mood, didn't I?" She lowered her hand but her face gave away all of the embarrassment that was hiding under the laughter.
Smiling he swooped in and firmly planted his lips against her and quickly left her breathless. "For now." He kissed her quickly again. "But not for long."