erotica | matt sturniolo imagines

delicious

the sweet smell of vanilla and a hint of spice filled the kitchen. my brain was on the verge of fogging, the sugary aroma almost intoxicating. but i loved this. baking was an escape. and having an always hungry boyfriend was a great excuse to whip up something delicious.

i placed another pan filled with lumps of cookie dough into the oven. last one and i'd be done for the night.

matt had been upstairs playing fortnight for the entirety of the evening, leaving me some alone time. i however was surprised there was no sight of a curly head of chocolate curls peeking around the corner. usually his nose was quick to catch on to the sweet smells traveling into his room.

but i was ok with that. it usually turned into a game of 'keep matt away from the dough' if he lounged in the kitchen.

dirty pots and pans piled up in the sink as i tidied the messy area, waiting for the timer to ring. it was scorching in the room, heat from the oven and steam escaping the dish water causing me to feel quite lightheaded.

i had changed into my pajamas before starting this whirlwind in the kitchen, deciding on my thinnest sleepwear i owned — silk blue baby tank and shorts set. they were airy but the heat was becoming unbearable.

a breathy gasp fluttered through my lips as firm pads of fingertips pressed against the skin of my bare stomach. i yelped as my body was drug backwards into a warm naked chest. hot breath tickled my neck as i attempted to adjust in the constricting hug.

my fatigued state had made me entirely miss matt's sneak attack.

my heart pounded.

butterflies fluttered in my stomach as my aching body responded to the feeling of bare skin pressed against my own. heat from matt's body seeped through the thin layer of fabric on my back. i was so hot i was sure i'd start on fire.

"holy shit baby," matt rasped, "you look delicious."

the unexpected remark had me pushing out of his tight grasp. "you mean the cookies?" i giggled breathless. what was he doing?

"no," matt twirled me around back into him, "you heard me."

it became increasingly hard to maintain steady breathing when i was met with a shirtless matt, gray sweats hanging low on his waist. red underwear peeked out over the sweatpant's waistline. god he would actually make me pass out.

matt leaned in landing a slow kiss on my lips. i pushed back into his soft lips and slowly glided my fingers through the short curls at the nape of his neck. a small moan elicited from his mouth. our tongues clashed, quickly heating the kisses.

coming to my senses, i broke the kissing and gently pushed at his chest forcing him to give me moving room. i turned to look at the ticking timer.

5 minutes.

i felt a soft kiss land on my neck. matt pressed himself up against me, pinning me in with his arms against the counter. and the one kiss turned into a plethora of peppered kisses across my shoulders.

"enough!" i laughed. the light nibbles he began incorporating were sending me into insanity. i finally wriggled out of his strong cage of his arms.

leaning back to steady my wavering body, i rested a hand on the edge of the countertop.

my eyes wandered across his body. the prominent display of tattoos littering his arm had my gaze trapped. i knew matt could tell i was flustered and staring. but i couldn't move.

a loud buzz filled the stuffy room. i flinched, hastily turning my eyes from matt to the beeping oven. "shit," i muttered, pulling out slightly overcooked cookies. "gave them too much time."