warning: passionate scene. no sex, but stuff of the sort.
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She placed herself on one of the barstools at the kitchen bench, her denim legs bouncing on the footrest. She looked around curiously, her head turning slowly and making the light hit the blonde parts of her brown hair.
In a word, she was quite breath-taking, in the way she moved and spoke and smiled; she was like a bulb of light that glowed whether it was sunny or raining.
I needed a constant source of light right now.
I went to the fridge and pulled out the cheesecake from the shop down the road; despite it being in there for three or so days no one had touched it. I took two plates and cut a slice onto each; I pushed it across to her, smiling.
Ella took it and started picking at it with her fingers, inserting small bite-sized pieces into her mouth. It was a lengthy process that had me transfixed, my eyes locked on her mouth as I ate my own slice.
When she finished, she looked up to see me staring, and her eyes gained a cheeky sparkle. She grinned, licking her lips, and looked back at me intensely.
I found myself moving to the lounge, and I found myself beckoning for her to follow.
Stop, Tim. My mind said, but my body wouldn't listen. Ella followed me, and sat in front of me at an intimate distance. My body leaned forward into her, and she leaned into me, and then we were kissing.
Her hands snaked around my neck and pushed me backwards, crawling on top of me while her teeth tugged at my bottom lip. My hands found her waist and I followed her sides up to her bra, undoing it slowly. Her breath was hot in my mouth.
She sat up, straddling my thighs with her legs. She pulled the hem of her shirt up and over her head, and her bra slipped off. She grinned at me as her fingers undid my jeans, her hair falling over her shoulders. I wriggled out of them, kicking them to the floor, and pulled her back down onto me.
She resisted, and motioned for me to put my arms above my head. I did as I was told, and she yanked off my shirt.
She then pressed her body back against me, kissing me again with heated urgency.
Just as the door opened.
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