Cook This, Get Laid

I have to confess that the way he puts up his hair to cook drives me crazy. Seeing the back of his naked neck and following his hands as they carefully and precisely slice each ingredient makes me wonder how much longer I'll have to wait to be his dessert.

His green eyes are hypnotised by the main course in the oven. And by me: I can tell from his movements. I can feel his hands slowly opening my legs while all my thoughts leave me, one my one. With each condiment he adds, each seasoning, my lips get wet and I get goosebumps all over my hips. Looking at his mouth as he tastes a sauce, I lose myself in remembering what it feels like when his tongue reaches into my sex, so soft and wet.
The dinner is almost ready. He says something that I'm unable to understand. My mind is not present. I try to take a deep breath and put myself together. When suddenly he grabs me by my hips, pulls my body against his body. In this moment, his eyes penetrate my soul at the same time his tongue invades my mouth.
By the end of the night, I'm not sure if we have eaten yet. But it doesn't really matter...