The Man with Little Words

Part 9

Usually I never got the chance to climax with my typical hookups. It was always about their pleasure never my own. I deprived myself of the feeling that sends electricity down your spine and makes your toes curl. Though, with Scott that changed. He cared about my pleasure. He made me cum multiple times and I could never say that about any of the other lovers. He showed me what it was like to experience extreme pleasure without having to return the favor. After he was done, he wiped his mouth clean and licked his fingers. My body was still convulsing from the orgasm. My legs would not stop shaking. He held them down and kissed my knees. Once my body returned to normalcy, he laid next to me and I sat my head on his chest. I remained unclothed and exposed. I felt comfortable in his arms, naked, and vulnerable.

We sat laying in bliss with each other's presence. Scott fell asleep. I gently removed his arm from my side and slyly slide away from his body. I stood up and grinned at the sight of him being in my bed, at my apartment, my home. I went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. The water trickled down my chest. My body was glimmering not from the water, but from my inner glow that was seeping out my skin. I felt different and it felt good. I needed change in my life. I heard a loud noise in my kitchen. I rushed out of the shower and dried off as hastily as I could. I peaked my head out of the bathroom door and saw no sign of Scott. I made my way to the kitchen and saw Scott covered in flour. I think he was attempting to bake cookies but I'll never be sure. I walked up to him and kissed his cheek. He blushed and picked me up by the waist and put me on the counter. Reminder, I was still only in a towel. I was holding my legs together and Scott pushed them apart. Yet again, things were getting steamy. Literally, Scott left the pan on and the butter started burning.