Juliette
I scoop the chocolate ice-cream, sitting on the counter as I watch my man make dinner.
He tosses the meatballs in the simmering oil before standing between my legs. I spoon-feed him the ice-cream and lick the little mess on his lips. The little turns into a full-blown kiss. His eyes sparkle with love when he opens them.
"Remember how you were the biggest hater of chocolate ice-cream?" I tease him. "Look at you now. From hater to beggar."
"I hate you for making me a fan." He opens his mouth. "Give it to me now before I s***k you hard."
"That sounds so dirty." I chuckle.
He stops to stare at me in amusement. He always does that when I laugh. He stops and stares before joining in the laugh. But this time he doesn't join in the laugh. He buries his mouth on mine in a sweet soft
