Love without colour

Sex in the kitchen

Melody's P.O.V

"No, I ain't having sex with you in the kitchen. That shits just nasty, this is where I cook."

I was sitting on the kitchen counter with Richie standing between my thighs. He was trying his best to convince me to do some nasty shit in our kitchen, but I wasn't gonna letting him do me in the place where I cook.

He was trying hard to get his way and I've gotta say, it was kinda cute. He was relentless. We had just emerged from the bedroom and already he wanted to get laid again. The horny fool hadn't even had his breakfast.

He moved his hand up my thigh then stopped to play with the waist of my underwear. I gave him my best-irritated look but instead of stopping his assault on my panties, he cupped my breast with his other hand. I gasped at the sudden contact and he smirked at me.

"I still ain't gonna have s-"

His lips came down on mine, cutting whatever I was going to say off. I stayed still as he kissed me. He was teasing my mouth with his, but I still wasn't giving in. He tried and tried but when he saw that I still wasn't letting him have his way, he chuckled against my lips. Pulling away slightly, he looked me in my eyes.

"Always so stubborn."

Before I even had a chance to react his mouth was on mine again. As he kissed me my resolves slowly weaken. Without breaking the kiss, he took my hands that were gripping the edge of the counter and placed them on his bare chest. I groaned softly because I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make it so I couldn't resist his demands.

I felt his bare skin under my palms and I weaken some more. He moved his lips from mine to the base of my neck. My eyes closed and my head fell back giving him better access.

Richie's hand went into my hair, turning my head slightly he kissed along my collarbone. My hands moved up his chest and into his hair. The heating started to build between us and I was all but gone. My head was cleared of everything but him. It was like he took over my mind nothing else existed.

He pushed the robe I was wearing off my shoulder and it fell on the counter at the back of me. As one on his hands worked at undoing my bra, the other was back at the waist on my panties. I didn't even try to fight it, my resolves were completely broken down. I couldn't even remember my own name much less why we shouldn't be doing what we were about to do.

Pulling me forward, he glided the thin fabric down my thighs and it fell to the ground. Our lips were back on each other again. My legs were wrapped around his waist pulling him into me. My grip in his hair got tighter as our bodies made contact. His hand found my breast and squeezed.

We were completely lost in each other, the entire word vanished and it was just us. Our bodies moving in unison with each other, our hands touching and exploring. You would think we would have known each other bodies thoroughly by now, but every time we are together it's different. Every touch, every kiss, every emotion is different.

"Oh hell no! Get y'all nasty asses of the counter. I ain't never gonna eat in here again."

I froze when I heard Harmony's voice. I immediately started feeling ashamed, I was glad that Richie's body was blocking me from her view. Richie, on the other hand, he just started chuckling, like shit was funny. I was tempted to slap him over the head, but I was to embarrass to move.

I peeked out at the side of Richie to see my cousin checking out my naked boyfriend. I frowned at her, but she just shrugged her shoulders and mouthed.

"Damn!"

The nerve of the woman. She turned and left us but not before she checked him out some more.