Imagine having spent a lazy day at home with your boyfriend Paul McCartney. The two of you had watched television, ate junk food, and cuddled for what seemed like all day. In reality, it really was. Paul was now upstairs napping and you were working on making dinner. You were making spaghetti and garlic toast, which filled the kitchen with an Italian smell. You finished making dinner and decided that you would go upstairs to wake up Paul. You found him sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, but his head was turned to the side and his lips were parted. You decided to surprise him a little. You quietly got onto the bed and straddled his back, gently lowering yourself onto his lower back. He shuffled a little, but didn't wake up. You balanced yourself on your hands and lowered down so that your lips met his neck. You began to kiss him softly, getting rougher as you went along. The second you took some of the sensitive skin between your teeth, Paul woke up with a gasp, but he didn't move. You kept kissing the one spot, licking it after your teeth met his skin. After continuing your little surprise for a few minutes, you pulled away to see a slight bruise forming and you smiled at your work proudly. Paul sensed your moment of weakness and flipped over onto his back, pulling you tight in his arms.
"What was all that for?" Paul asked you.
"I wanted to let you know that dinner is ready." You smiled at him and Paul pulled you down to meet his lips.
"But you needed an appetizer first?" Paul asked, smirking.
"I guess you could say that." You replied, kissing him again.
"Do I get dessert afterwards?" Paul asked cheekily.
"Of course you do." You responded, pulling him off the bed and downstairs to the kitchen, eager to eat dinner.
"Someone is excited for dinner!" Paul said as you tugged him down the stairs.
"Because dessert is going to be even better!" You responded, plopping him in the chair and getting the food on the table faster than you ever had before.
