How We Met

Where's Lunch?

He leans in closer, grabbing my hand, fitting his hand nicely into mine. I don't know what he's doing, but I love every single second of it. Then, he just pecks my lips. I sit there, shocked, my eyes wide. He pulls me up onto his lap, and I'm basically straddling him. Aidan wraps his arms around me, tracing his fingertips along my back. I lean in and kiss him on the lips. Which turns into a full on make out session. I'm kissing him with passion, and he's doing the same, working his hands to my head, pulling me in impossibly closer to him. I'm loving every second of this! I try slipping my tongue in, but he doesn't grant me access, teasing me as much as he can. I'm fired up from this nonsense, and I grab the back of his head and passionately slam my lips into his, causing him to finally grant me access. Our tongues massaging each other's, while he's clawing my back from pleasure. I did not know I was capable of this. I'm slightly grinding on him; he's still shirtless, and it's turning me on so much, considering he's so ripped. I break the kiss, gasping for air, saliva running down our chins, and Aidan throws his head back onto the couch cushion, considering we're still on the floor against the couch. He catches his breath, and says "Do I still get lunch?" jokingly, pushing his hair back.