in your eyes

the kitchen table

3:54pm in my kitchen. i'm waiting on my counter for you to come home, sipping some coffee and contemplating in which ways you might touch me later.

it's been so long. i feel like my skin is burning up just thinking about the sensations i'd feel if you were home already. the ticking of the clock makes waiting for you so much harder too, it feels like it's been hours. i take a second look at the watch. 3:56pm. this is torturing and i hate how much i'm looking forward to seeing you. i keep my breath low, waiting to hear the door lock click the way i'm used to it.

looking out the window i realise it started raining some time ago, apparently. the rain has washed out all of the cigarette dust left on my windowsill and the plants are dripping huge drops from their leafs in a second tact. my kitchen still holds a faint smell of the curry i made earlier, i even left you some on the stove if you were to be hungry.

after what felt like an eternity the door lock finally clicked, and before the door could even fall shut behind you i was in front of you, blocking the hallway and greeting you with a kiss. you taste almost inconceivably of vanilla and tabbaco with a hint of whiskey. right, you told me you'd have a work meeting and thus stay longer today. you pull me in even more and i find comfort in those unfamiliar but yet intimate tastes. i feel your bag slowly sliding off your shoulder, stripping  the jacket a little bit with it. your hands let go of my waist and as your lips keep pressing onto mine i feel in your movement how your taking off the jacket entirely, afterwards trying to keep the balance of taking off your shoes with your feet while your hands slam against the walls on both sides. 

we get to the point of taking a breath, looking at each other like maniacs and saying hello with a huge euphoric smile on our faces. did you miss me just as much as i missed you, by chance? i ask  you about your day while you grab your bag and we walk towards the kitchen. my body is tingling all over and i have to contain myself not to giggle like a child the entire time. you feel it to, i know you know me. your reply is just a little dirty smirk as you ask what's for lunch. oh you know exactly what you do to me.

but fine, if you wanna eat first, i'll reheat your food real quick. as i get closer to the stove i feel your body closing in on me from behind. your hands wander up my arms till i suddenly feel your hand around my neck. you tighten your grip a little as you turn my  chin with your other hand to give me another intense kiss. i try to turn around but you just shove my body against the stoves your kiss gets more aggressive and you start biting and sucking my lips. your left hand wanders from my chin down to my waist and a harsh, demanding squeeze greets my oh so deprived body. with your single hand you then proceed to lift me up on your hips, your grip around my throat ever so clear. without any hesitation you bring me over to the kitchen table and put me down again without any effort. i don't k ow how you do it every time, but i feel like the butterflies spread from my stomach all through my body. it feels like my whole body is going up i flames and i just want to reel you in even closer. i pull you down to me with my hands around your neck, and now you're leaning over me with one hand on the table as your right hand slowly moves from my throat to my chin to tilt it up at you even more.

"have you been a good girl today?" you ask me, my eyes gleaming and sparking in response. "yes, ..." i cannot form the second word in my mouth before you already leaned in even closer kissing down my neck to my collar bones. you grab my thigh and squeeze it harder with every flinch as your other hand slowly tracks my blouse. "take it off for me". your wish is my command. i slowly unbutton it top to bottom as i been further back, onto the table. your body follows and you take a step in on me, now also leaning up against the table and restricting my movement to only the little space left between you and the table. our breaths are getting heavier and you follow my hands with your eyes, looking up every once in a while to make sure i'm still looking at you. after the last button my hands keep going, reaching out for your belt. but you're faster, and by the time i'm barely even touching it you're squeezing both my hands with yours. 

"not so hasty, little one". i sulk in response. what do yo mean 'hasty'... i was to one who's been waiting maybe not so patiently while you were having fun at your work meeting. i grumpily look back up at you only to meet your stern gaze. alright, i guess not... slowly leaning back i watch you take a deep breath before you let go of my hands and unbuckle it yourself.