Laura watched Tim standing at the stove and could feel herself getting wet. Part of her wanted to take him right here and right now on the kitchen floor, but that what would probably spoil the diner the two had been preparing for the better part of the evening. Besides, she had other plans.
So, instead she hugged him from behind, pressed her body against his and ran her hands over his chest. "God, you're so hot when you're cooking."
"Am I?" he asked with surprised amusement in his voice. "Why's that?"
That was a good question actually. She took a moment to think about it while she enjoyed the warmth and scent of his body.
"I think it's because you're passionate about it," she began to explain. "You enjoy it and you're good at it. It means a lot to you, and you are letting me participate in something you care about. There's something very intimate about this. Also, you're providing me with food. Nurturing me. It's hot being cared about like that."
Tim tasted the gravy. "Huh, I guess I never saw it that way. Sure, I like cooking, but it's just food."
"Just food?" Laura replied. "Now, that's an understatement if I ever heard one."
Tim added salt, tasted the gravy once more and nodded. "Would you mind setting the table? It's all ready."
"Kiss me first."
He did, and Laura collected plates and cutlery from the cupboard and arranged it on the table. She lit the candle and poured some of the wine that Tim had opened before to let it breathe. She sat down, and Tim brought the food over. He sat down opposite from her and raised his glass. "Cheers."
"Cheers," she replied. "Merry belated Christmas."
It was already January but Tim had been skiing with his family.
"Merry belated Christmas," Tim answered. Joy radiated warmly through Laura's chest when she took the first sip from the wine.
They enjoyed the vegan Filet Wellington and talked about their holidays. Tim recounted several funny episodes that had occurred during the skiing trip. Laura had spent the holidays with her family which had gone mostly peaceful. Still, she had left as soon as possible because the unresolved conflict with her parents had made her feel uncomfortable. The New Year's Eve party at the Queer Club that she had visited with Alina and Ro, however, had been a blast.
After dessert, they sat on the couch and chatted some more, until Laura suddenly got up. "Time for presents," she declared.
Tim looked alarmed. "But... I thought... Didn't we say no presents?" he stuttered.
Laura laughed. "Yes, we did. Don't worry. Just wait here for a moment." She winked at him and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
She emerged only a few moments later. Tim's eyes widened, when he saw the large red ribbon around her waist. She stood in the doorway and spread her arms in a "Tadaa" pose that she maintained for a moment, then she approached Tim and handed him an envelope.
He took with a confused look. "What's that?"
"Vouchers."
Tim frowned. "Vouchers? For what?"
"For me," Laura explained with a smile. "See, when we started dating you said you weren't sure if you could follow through with it since I was already in a relationship with Alina and Ro. All the time I was afraid of losing you but you have been so kind and patient, and I want to thank you for that. So I made you these vouchers. Each one is good for an entire day that I will spend with you and you only. And you are getting this day, too."
Tim turned the envelope in his hand. "So, you're saying the present is you?"
Laura smiled. "Yes."
Tim tossed the envelope aside. "Let's get you unpacked, then."
They went into the bedroom. Tim spun her around, untied the ribbon and opened the zipper at the back of her dress. Hot shivers ran over her body when he kissed her neck. Her dress fell on the floor, and Tim unclasped her bra next and tossed it aside. Still kissing her neck and shoulders, he put his hands on her breasts and started to gently squeeze them.
He had been into her breasts right from the beginning, and sooner or later, he would always go for them, squeezing, stroking, kneading, biting, licking, and kissing them. He always took care of them with dedication and skill, and more than once Laura had wondered if he might be able to make her orgasm just by taking care of her tits, if he were to put his mind to it fully.
Not today, however. After a few moments in which she stood there, pressed herself against him, and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her breasts, he spun her around and shoved her backwards onto the bed. He pulled down her tights and her panties so that she was lying naked. Tim stood before her, taking in the sight with untempered lust in his eyes. He took of his sweater and then his shirt.
Laura pulled up her legs, so that her knees lay to the left and right of her torso. While she watched Tim undress, she began to play with her clit. Tim stripped naked, revealing his stiff cock. She watched him while he fetched a condom and pulled it over his member. Excited about the prospect of having him inside her, she continued to masturbate.
Tim knelt on the bed and grabbed Laura's wrist. He raised her hand to his face and licked the fingers with which she had been pleasuring herself. Then he threw himself on top of her, and their lips met in a greedy kiss that prompted Laura to let out muffled moans. She wrapped her arms around Tim, pulled him closer and opened her lips. Immediately, his tongue shot into her mouth. Their tongues danced around each other, and Laura's excitement grew. Tim kissed the side of her neck. He let his tongue wander over her collarbones and then kissed her breasts. Laura moaned when he flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
"I want you to fuck me," she panted.
Tim released her nipple from his mouth. "As you wish," he said.
He straightened his upper body, so that he was kneeling between her legs. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it beneath her, so that her pelvis was tilted. A shudder of arousal ran through her when he pushed the tip of his dick against her entrance. He slid inside her effortlessly, eliciting a loud moan from her.
Lying on her back with Tim kneeling while he penetrated her, she enjoyed the sight of his slim body and the lust on his face. She reached back between her legs and resumed stimulating her clit. A silly grin appeared on Tim's face. "Fuck," he gasped. "That's hot."
"You like watching me play with myself when you are fucking me?" she asked.
"You bet I do," he answered and increased the force of his thrusts.
"Fuck yes," Laura cried. "I think you're reaching my G-Spot. Keep going! Keep going!"
Tim kept fucking her, and Laura could feel the climax building up. She screamed with lust when it finally hit her and rolled over her like a series of waves. Tim bent forward and came to lie on top her. He kissed her passionately and fondled her breast while he kept fucking her. Laura could feel his dick swelling inside her with every thrust. His groaning grew louder and louder.
"Yes," she encouraged him. "Keep going. I want you to cum."
"Fuuuccckkk," Tim gasped and Laura braced herself. But then, to her surprise, he pulled out and knelt over her again. Hastily, he removed the condom and began to stroke his cock. With only a few pumping movements of his hand, he came. His eyes rolled back in his head when he ejaculated, and Laura could feel the warm, sticky liquid on her belly. Then Tim collapsed on the bed next to her, breathing heavily.
"That was unexpected," Laura said.
