Flor

Cookies

I'm rolling the cookie dough into small balls. "Alex roll a ball." I say to him pointedly. "No." he mumbles Jesus. He's so hard and scary yadayada. I don't care. He can still bake cookies with me. I grab his hand and a piece of dough.

"Fine I'll help you since apparently you're good at doing criminal things with these hands but that's about it." I roll his hands in between mine awkwardly trying to get him to roll the ball. He gives me an unamused look trying to hide his smirk. I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Whaat It's truee." I look back down and he pulls his hand away from mine and places the ball on the baking sheet. "They're good for other things too." He mumbles. I pause and raise my eyes to him.

"Alexander. Stop." He smirks and pulls my face into his. Yes please. I like his kisses but I don't want to be the one who kisses first. I don't want him getting annoyed of me. His lips kiss me tenderly and I kiss back. I get so dazed everytime he kisses me but I let myself fall into it. He runs his hands down my back and onto my ass.

He grips firmly before releasing and breaking out of the kiss. Each kiss feels more and more real. I blink and it feels like my eyes are going through molasses. I smile without meaning to while I stare up at him. His scent intoxicating in the best way possible. He smirks and laughs softly when he looks down at me. It gives me butterflies.

"You're ugly." I say. And turn back towards the baking tray. Everytime I feel so overwhelmed with emotion for him I have to insult him. I don't know why. He smirks. "Mhmm." he says. I grab the tray and the oven has already been preheating. I open the oven to put it in and he pulls my waist back. He wraps me with one arm and grabs the tray with the other and places them in. "There. I helped." he grumbles.

He closes the oven and stands in front of me. "Fine. Thank you." I kiss his nose and his face gives me an unemotional look like always. But his cheeks get slightly rosy. I wanna fuck him now. Stop. "What are you thinking of." he asks casually. How does he know. "Sex." I blurt. I puff my cheeks out and slap my hand to my mouth. I cant contain my laugh. He looks up at the ceiling slightly smirking and looks back down at me while he steps closer. He looks me up and down his gaze deeper. His eyes flicker with want. Round two please.

I wrap my hand around his neck and smile at him before I kiss him.
His tongue slips into my mouth and he kisses me deeply. His hand runs down my tummy and plays with the button of my jeans. Butterflies dance around the skin of where he touches me. More please. His thumb and finger undo my button and my lace underwear peek out.

He rubs his finger against the lace toying with it. The feeling in my tummy gets deeper and I start breathing heavier. Oh lord he makes me weak. We don't even have a condom. Again. His fingers slip into my underwear he rubs them against me. I feel myself getting wet and he goes deeper putting his hand all the way in. Fuck. I pull back from kissing him. I look him in the eyes and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. We were just baking cookies and now my knees feel weak.

"This Okay?" he grumbles. His voice deep. "Yes." I mumble softly. I bite my lip without even meaning to. My body likes him so much. He kisses me again with so much force. It makes me even more turned out.

His finger rubs back and forth before he slips them into me. A small moan erupts into his mouth while I kiss him. He keeps thrusting his finger in and out. The pleasure sensation tingling in my lower region. He stops to pick me up and sit me on the counter. He presses his body against me and I love the way I feel close to him. I fall into his body letting myself feel comfortable in his body.

"You're so wet." he mumbles while moving his fingers slower inside me. "It feels so good." I say in a soft breathy voice. I let my head fall into his shoulder and his other hand grips my body to him. Moans fall out of my mouth with each stroke. My legs feel like Jello and I feel like screaming. "Oh my fucking god Alex." I moan into his ear. My hips buck forward not being able to handle the pleasure but wanting more.