"It's this one here," I said, making him turn and pull onto the kerb just by my house.
"Coffee?" I said, smiling at him.
"Sure," he said, his mouth and his eyes both returning my smile.
I grabbed his hand and still held it as I opened and walked him through the door.
"Uh, my roomies all went away this weekend, so we're alone," I told him.
Then I walked to the kitchen.
I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I had a steady boyfriend. A boyfriend who was good for me, who I should want to stay with. But here I was, swaying my hips as I walked to give him a nice view from behind, in a house, with one guy, who was not my boyfriend, and with my intentions becoming clearer and clearer in my mind.
"Milk?"
"No,"
"Sugar?"
"Uh, yeah, two, please?"
"There you go!" I said, stirring the coffee and handing it to him.
We went and sat down on the sofa. He sat very close to me. I turned to look at him, and saw his twinkly eyes gazing down at me.
I couldn't help it, my lips just puckered all by themself. Well, he didn't need much more of a hint.
He softly lay one hand behind my neck, reached up and kissed my collarbone, that was showing through my strappy top.
I moaned.
He pushed me back and leaned over me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He gently bit my neck and I felt his tounge gently lick the place he had bitten, he did this all over my neck, from left to right, and then along my jaw, too.
It was amazing.
"Jase.. how come you never did anything like this before?"
He looked up.
"Like, what?"