chuckled and shook her head.
“I think I got it, but thanks. If you wanna get us some glasses they're in the right-hand cupboard next to the sink. Maybe get us some water? I just have tap, so I hope that's okay,” she replied, walking over to the fridge and fetching some bread and cheese.
I opened the cupboard that she was talking about and filled two glasses with water. I sat down at the counter and watched her cook. I was just fixated on her. I couldn't look away, even if I tried. We didn't say anything as she made the grilled cheese. We were silent, but it wasn't awkward like usual. It was just nice and peaceful. It was almost like we were a married couple. I liked the idea of that.
She finished cooking the grilled cheese sandwiches and put them on paper plates, just like she had several months before. She slide it across the counter-top and it was in front of me. Once I saw it, I realized how hungry I really was, and I started eating it. She sat down next to me and I felt the warmth radiating from her body. It just reminded me of being intimate with her and it was hard to focus on eating.
Then, she laughed and pointed at my face and I wondered if I was ugly or if she noticed my wandering eye or something. I frowned, but then she pointed at the corner of her mouth and then pointed at mine. Confused, I touched the spot she was referring to and felt a glob of cheese. Embarrassed, I wiped it away and cleared my throat, trying not to look too much like an idiot.
“It's still there,” she said with a laugh.
She licked her finger and wiped it away for me. My eyes met hers and I couldn't help myself anymore. I kissed her again. To my relief, she kissed me back. It was a lot less wet that time, though. It was nice to kiss her when she wasn't crying. Her lips were soft and I could run my hands through her hair without feeling like I was taking advantage of her or something.
Then, I felt her hand go underneath my shirt and I shivered. Her fingers were so soft. She unbuttoned my pants and reached inside, gently brushing against my bulge. I let out a gasp and massaged her breast through her shirt. It wasn't long before she was pulling it off and pulling me into her bedroom. She lay on the bed and beckoned me as she pulled off her pants. She had still been wearing her work uniform, but she looked just as beautiful in scrubs as she did in a skirt, and she looked even more beautiful when she was naked.
I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my pants and my boxers, hungry for her touch. I crawled on top of her, kissing her legs gently until I was between them. She bit her lip and I pulled off her panties. As I got close to her womanhood, I felt my erection grow in my pants and I buried my face in her warmth. She moaned as I moved my tongue around, trying to feel all of her with my mouth. After a few minutes, she touched my shoulder and raised her eyebrows.
I realized that she had taken off her bra while I was in her womanly garden and I bit my lip. I had not actually ever seen her breasts before, but they were perkier than I imagined. Pressing my lips to hers, I slowly pushed my way inside of her and she gasped. I moved inside her, slowly, for what seemed like hours, even though it was probably only a few minutes. I felt her muscles flex around me and I sped up the pace, moving my hips in sync with hers. She sunk her fingernails into my back, but it only encouraged me to keep moving. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I penetrated her faster and harder, looking right into those green eyes of hers.
“Oh God, Roman,” she moaned against my lips.
I groaned and rotated my hips, exploring her depths as much as I could before I couldn't take it anymore. I was getting close, but I didn't want to stop. It was just too good of a feeling.
She screamed as I found her spot and I groaned, encouraging her to come. I kept hitting her spot over and over again, mostly to make her feel good, but also because I kind of liked hearing her