I was washing dishes when I felt him behind me. No words — just his lips brushing my neck, lazily, like a promise. His hands slid over my haunches, and suddenly the kitchen didn’t feel so usual anymore.
I sat on the ottoman cross-legged in my underclothing, teasing him with a slow smile as I ran my hands over my hips, pretending to be lost in thought, but I knew this guy was watching, I could feel the tension building until this chab lastly snapped and pulled me down into a fierce kiss.