"What did you need from the kitchen, babe?" I check the date on the carton of milk while I wait for the reply. "Damn, this stuff is expired! I guess I need to stop by the store after work tomorrow."
"Get me a cold one, Angel."
"OK, be there in a sec."
Handing you the beer, I sit across from you. I'm trying to be good. Really. I know how much you have riding on this game. Hell, you and I are even playing each other head-to-head this week in fantasy football.
And we do this every week. Watch Monday Night Football. I'm screaming when we score and cursing the bad officiating.
I want to let you finish watching.
As much as I do, I can't keep my mind off of wanting you. You're still in your work clothes, with that blue tie that doesn't match your purple shirt. I still remember how sweet you looked with that boyish smile on your face when you asked me how you looked before you left for work. Damn, everything you do gets me hot, even your mismatched clothes. I didn't have the heart to tell you.
I'm just noticing how your tan from our vacation last week sets off your gorgeous blue eyes. I love even more how your tan skin looks against my mocha colored one. I'm fantasizing about kissing that little scar on your neck. The one you've had since you were 11 and playing in pee-wee football.
You feel my eyes on you and you turn your gaze to mine. Oh my, that wicked grin tells me you know exactly what I'm thinking. You know how to make me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. You've never cared that I'm not what the world considers a conventional beauty, instead you love my size 22W dress size and every single curve on my body.
"Chad, looks like the Cowboys are winning."
Not for a second do you buy that I'm even paying attention to who has the lead. You smile and turn back to the game. Someone got a touchdown. I could care less right now. Finally I can't take it anymore.
I straddle you and kiss your neck " Chad..." I mumble against your throat. I love how your skin tastes. I whisper in your ear, "Baby, I want to taste you." I feel your shiver and groan. My mouth actually starts to water just thinking about how you taste.
I kiss my way down your chest and unbutton your shirt as I go.
"God, Angel, you drive me fucking nuts."
I slide my hand up your thigh, squeezing your thick hard length through your pants. I am loosening your belt buckle. Your eyes shut, your breath stutters when you hear the zipper going down and feel the heat of my mouth.
"Fuck, Angela, are you using your teeth on my zipper?"
My wicked chuckle causes your thighs to quiver.
I slip my fingers inside of your pants as you lean down to kiss my lips. Slowly sliding my tongue inside your mouth as I stroke you. Licking the outer rim of your lips, then tugging them with my teeth.
I place my lips where my hand has been stroking you. Running my tongue in circles around the head.