I study his face, running my fingers up and down his back.
A blushing chef.
This is new.
“Porter, I've never…”
“Don’t worry, neither have I…”
I roll onto my side.
“You've never been that far?”
“Not with a guy.”
“Oh. I guess I assumed, because of the way you…”
I’m too shy to look him in the eye as I say it.
“You definitely know what you're doing down there.”
That gets a smile out of him.
“Do I?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, falling back against the pillow.
“Shhh…” he hushes. “Don't tell the world or they'll be lining up for favours.”
“Best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I whisper coyly. “So far…”
“Sofar, huh?”
We wrestle until my bare ass hangs over the side of the bed.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Yep,” I grin.
“Knew you were trouble,” Porter says playfully.
“Think I'm a quick learner in the kitchen?” I tease. “Just you wait.”
He tilts his head to check if the coast is clear.
“The second we have this place to ourselves, you're mine.”
As if we can wait that long.
A second pair of shorts hit the floor.
“Get on your back,” I say.
My voice is firm.
The confidence surprises us both.
“So bossy,” he laughs.
