fiction friday 51: dessert first. (take 2)

fiction friday.

I never posted a ‘fiction friday’ last week… so I’ve been feeling a bit guilty for that. I hate when I miss them. This was previously posted last February. I think it will be new to many of you… unless you went back and read every single thing I ever posted when you started following. Which obviously is what you should have done. Ha! 

Enjoy.

dessert first. minifiction by sandra.

divider dots. red.
He stood at the stove, unaware of her silent approach. When she rested her hands on his shoulders, he sighed. Her touch made him melt every time. She pushed herself up onto her toes and kissed the back of his neck forcing another sigh. What was that for?

You’re cooking. I love when you cook. She kissed his neck again, gently biting him. Still he stared down at the stove, knowing if he turned to her, he’d forget food entirely. But she found his reluctant yet adamant attentiveness to their dinner adorable… and irresistible.

Her hands slid from his shoulders, down his back, around him until her hands covered his chest. This time, hers was the sigh they heard. The warmth of his body under her touch overwhelmed her. Again, her hands wandered… lower to his stomach. She pulled him against her. Oh honey…

But she hadn’t reached her destination.  Lower, still, she held his hips for a moment before slowly – torturously slowly – straying toward the front of him. She wanted to feel him craving her. She wanted to feel the tension she built in him. My love…

His delicious moan fell, long and deep, inside his breath. Never had she heard anything as sexy as those sounds. She wanted to hear it again. And again. My God… what are you doing?

She sighed and moaned for him, too. Mm… ruining dinner.

In one smooth, quick motion, he flicked the stove off and turned himself around. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. Between delicious kisses, he mumbled and nudged her away from the stove. Do you have any idea… what you’re doing to me…?

She touched his chest and slowly ran her hands up to his neck… to his face. Yes. I know.

Clothing dropped along their path across the kitchen. When they bumped into the counter, he grabbed her hips and, without stopping their ravenous kisses, lifted her. Oh honey… He sat her down. And he devoured her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close. Dinner… later… much later…

Her lips barely left his when she whispered. Mm… Dessert first…

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra began writing when she was a sixth grader. She is a teller of stories through poetry, fiction, and tales from her own life. And she thinks too much. Read, think, enjoy, laugh.
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33 Responses to fiction friday 51: dessert first. (take 2)

  1. Marquessa says:

    As usual Sandra, awesomely hot, sensuous and leaving the rest to the imagination!👍

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  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Good one! Great scene!

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  3. Ooooh I’ve been waiting for this!

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  4. Kay says:

    Best way to cook! Lol. This is lovely, Sandra.

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  5. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Mmm, that’s quite delicious! I love a sexy man who cooks!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Meg Sorick says:

    I remember this one! Oh a man who cooks… mm hmmm!!! Delicious!

    Like

  7. Al Lane says:

    So sensuous… great way to end it too! ❤

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  8. ❤ hmmm, dessert, yum!

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  9. Miriam says:

    Totally delicious entree. Leaving us begging. Love it.

    Liked by 1 person

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