After a short respite during which he almost fell asleep with Jenny curled up against him, his attention was brought to his rumbling stomach. His other needs had been overwhelmed by the powerful presence of the woman he loved and her ability to coax a mind-blowing orgasm out of him. But with that desire temporarily assuaged, his stomach needed some nourishment.
He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched to kiss him fully on the lips, her tongue hungrily parting his lips and snaking inside his mouth. "Hey," she said after their lips finally parted.
"I'm famished," he said. "You interrupted my plan! I was going to have a quiet afternoon resting and my lunch is in the bag."
"Well, we don't want this big boy to go hungry," she mocked. She sat up so he could remove his arm from under and he got up to get his bagged lunch. He walked away from her and bent down to pick up his lunch and she whistled, "Nice ass, big fella!" He turned around and smirked.
"So that's all I am to you, a piece of meat?" he asked.
"A gourmet piece of meat," she joked. "But yes."
The playful look on her face told him that she was just kidding with him and he did love her sense of humour; it was one of the things that drew him to her in the first place. She stared at his naked body, focusing in on his cock that was dangling between his legs. He stared back and was amazed at how sexy she looked in her bra and panties, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a seductive smile on her face. Her breasts were probably a C cup and he remembered her small, perky nipples from their video chats before. He could barely wait to reveal them in person but wanted to take care of his hunger first.
"So I've got a sandwich and a bag of chips," he said. "I'm happy to share, but if we do, we'll have to get another meal sooner rather than later."
"I'd love some sandwich," she replied. She scooted over to the edge of the bed and hopped off, moving to the loveseat beside the bed where they could sit and use the coffee table to keep the food. He put on his boxer-briefs and sat down next to her, fishing the sandwich out of the bag. He unwrapped it and handed her half and they both sat and ate in silence. He leaned back, sandwich in his right hand as his left slid around her waist. He finished chewing and swallowed and said, "I could get used to this."
The pause was palpable as she finished chewing her bite. She swallowed, took a swig of his water and asked, "Why don't you live closer, Rick?"
He smiled inwardly. He never shared how many times he had planned things out in his head. He never had thought that there might be any hope in making the things he thought out actually happen, but here she was, opening that door just a crack.