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"30?"
"Close. 35."
"You look younger," she compliments me.
"You look older," I say.
She smiles.
"Tonight," I say, leading her into the kitchen. "I'm going to cook for you."
I can tell that she's surprised. "You cook?"
I chuckle. "Yes, I cook. Is that so hard to believe?"
She shakes her head. "No, it's just...unexpected, I guess."
I take some ingredients from the fridge and start preparing the meal while she sits at the kitchen counter and watches me.
The sound of the knife against the cutting board fills the otherwise silent room.
"Can I help with anything?" she asks.
I turn to her and feel a spark of desire like I first met her. She's sitting there, legs crossed, in a very short skirt.
I imagine what she looks like without it.
I clear my throat. "No, that's okay. I got it. You can...relax if you want."
But she doesn't seem to want to relax. She gets up from her seat, walks over to me, and stands so close that I can feel the heat emanating from her body.
I look down at her and see the hunger in her eyes. Then it happens.
We kiss - starting off slowly, then growing more fervent. Our hands drift and caress each other's bodies.
I pick her up and run to the bedroom closest to the kitchen.
The minute I close the door behind her, her arms wrap around my neck.
I deepen the kiss, tangling my hands in her hair and letting her tongue explore my mouth.
The taste of her is addictive, and I can't get enough.
Before I know it, I lift her onto the dresser and position myself between her thighs.
Our kisses become more urgent, and I can feel the heat between us building.
I slide my hand down her body, feeling the curve of her waist before reaching the hem of her skirt.
She breaks away from the kiss, looking up at me with a hungry expression. "Do it," she whispers, and I don't need to be told twice.
I slide my hand under her skirt, feeling the wetness of her panties. She moans when I touch her. I slide my fingers into the waist of her panties, feeling her heat against my skin.
"Oh God," she breathes.
I bring my hand to touch that hot spot. She squirms under my graze, and then I slide my fingers inside her.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, and she rewards me with a smile, eyes still closed.
