The Barista

Finally A Reveal

"Sleeping in the same bed again?" He questions playfully while unbuttoning his shirt.

"As friends?" I flash my eyebrows and jokingly bite my bottom lip. "I like the things we do as friends."

He pauses, his seductive eyes slowly analyzing my body from head to toe like he is hungry. "We were friends last night and I can't stop thinking about the way you slid down on me."

"You?" I say while that fiery passion burns through my body like wildfire. My heart is already skipping beats while my body already tingles, and he hasn't touched me yet.

He nods, unbuttoning the last button on his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. His body alone tells me if he wants something he works hard for it. No one is handed a body like that.

"Yes me." He says seductively.

Yep! He is hungry for me.

I slowly slide my body toward the headboard of the bed. Only in my panties and bra, I never expected I would be so willing and ready for this man to take me.

He exhales a deep breath which sends a shiver through my body. Even when he breathes, he sounds sexy. It's because of the way his lips curl and the way his chest rises.

Jesus! Settle down!

"What are you going to do to me, bad boy?" I say and can't help but begin to roar in laughter. "What the hell did I just say"

He can't hold back his laugh either. "You're intelligent, but maybe not talk sexy."

"I've never done this before," I say, struggling to control my laughter. "I've never talked like that. I had no idea how to. And it did not come out right."

He unbuckles his belt, slowly calming his laugh. "Let's take it slow. Maybe say things like... 'Liam, you look good.' Or things like... 'I want that big old..."

"Please don't." I plead playfully and shake my head. "That doesn't sound any better. How about you just take off that belt and get over here."

He flashes his tongue against his lips and returns his sex-drunk eyes to my body. "Whatever you say."

He kicks his pants off and quickly slides onto the bed, his body slowly sliding toward me like a prowling tiger. I feel this euphoric energy bursting like a bubble inside of me and quickly sliding my legs open.

He slides between them, rubbing his lower body against mine and sending pleasure zing through me. The man has only slid his body against mine and this is what I am feeling?

I wet my lips and quickly slide my hands up his neck, to his cheeks, and guide him to me. Our lips collide, wasting no time to send signals to my lower body telling me how hungry I am.

Without warning I whimper and grind my lower body against his, telling him how much I want him without needing to say a word.

His hands press hard against the bed on each side of me as he kisses me deeper, sending me into orgasmic overdrive and needing more of him.

The smell of his woody and citrusy spray blankets my nose, creating an insatiable hunger inside of me. I peel my lips from his. "Please," I beg.

He slides his arm under my lower back, his finger sliding into my panties and in one swift motion he raises my lower body and slides them off. "Whatever you want." He whispers, his breath tickling my ear and sending shivers through my body.