Jake pushed Moon up against the wall outside his apartment; her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as they kissed. He dug for his keys in the pockets of his jeans, and, finding them, he unlocked the door clumsily while trying to concentrate on his girlfriend. Her hands had untucked his black tank top and played underneath, her nails sending shock waves down Jake’s spine.
When they walked inside, they were hit with a cold wave from the air conditioner, which, in turn, cooled them down. Moon dropped her purse on the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
“I’m thirsty, Jake. What do you have?” she asked, opening his refrigerator.
“Oh, just the usual. Milk, water, juice,...champagne.” Jake replied as he leaned down on the bar separating the kitchen and livingroom. Moon opened a cabinet and took a glass, which she quickly filled with cold pink champagne.
“Do you want anything?”
Jake answered her question with a hearty laugh and a simple, “Only you, babe.” He walked into the kitchen and pulled off his shirt while watching Moon replace the bottle and shut the fridge door. Raising an eyebrow, the young woman gazed longingly at her boyfriend’s well-tanned and muscled chest.
“Get serious.” she retorted then took a drink of the bubbly wine.
“I am serious!” he told her. Jake took the glass from her and sat it on the counter by the sink. He put his hands on her waist then leaned down to kiss her neck. Her arms found their way around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head. Moon caressed the long silky black strands of Jake’s hair and pulled him closer to her. His hands moved over the back of her black, leather mini-skirt; suddenly, he pulled the skirt up to her waist and rubbed her smooth skin through silk bikini underwear. They both kicked off their shoes, and Jake pushed both pair out of their way with his foot.
The two of them slid down to the floor, sitting on the cold kitchen tiles. Moon kissed Jake’s bare chest as her hands moved to unbutton his tight, faded Levi 501’s. He slid his hands over her thighs and clasped a hold of the thin elastic of her underwear, pulling them down slowly while savoring a long and passionate kiss. Finally, he tossed the flimsy material over his shoulder, and it landed on the kitchen table. One hand soon returned to unbutton her scarlet blouse, and the other remained tangling itself in the patch of curling, golden hair. Moon gasped as he slid a finger into her. He finished with the buttons and moved the shirt aside; after unhooking her bra, he pushed both the blouse and the silk bra off and out of the way.
Jake bent his head down and kissed her exposed breasts, teasing each nipple with his tongue. He moved his hand away from her warm, wet flesh and pulled off her skirt with both hands. With them sitting, it was too difficult for Moon to push Jake’s too-tight jeans off, so she gave up trying. Her hands moved to his face, cradling it for a second as they kissed. Their tongues met again and again. Pulling away, Jake gazed at Moon with such heated passion and desire -- and he needed to fulfill their every want. With the heat growing between them, he reached around and opened a cabinet.
“What are you doing?” Moon asked curiously, very much out of breath, as she watched him take something from a shelf.
