Cooking for 2

I finally decided to invite her over to my house. I’m always a little reticent to have people, anyone, in my space. It’s wildly small, intimate and personal. Kind of a space where I can just unwind and be myself. Couple of bedrooms, a bathroom, big old kitchen and my trusty couch. Not much to write home about but it’s mine and it doesn’t offer me any stress outside of keeping it’s tiny little space cleaned up and organized.

I told her I wanted to make her dinner and then we could just relax; do nothing. To my surprise she ENTHUSIASTICALLY agreed. So I laid simple ground rules:

Nothing sexy… don’t come over here in a little sundress and get me all distracted… Just oversized sweats, no make up, no lip gloss. Just simply the sexiest woman I know as comfortable as she can be… Because frankly thats how she makes me feel. I love all of the effort she puts into making herself sexy, and me subsequently horny as fuck… but I love this woman and life has to revolve with her in every corner. Not just in bed, or a pool, or the ocean, or the sand… or everywhere else we find ourselves indulging in one another.

Needless to say I’m nervous. She’ll be here in a few. I’m a well trained and fairly talented cook if I don’t say so myself. Though. I haven’t cooked in a long time. It is primarily my love language but, to be honest, cooking for one has always been a bit sad. I mean the food is good, but it’s 1000 percent more enjoyable to watch and feel other people enjoy that quick art that actually nourishes them.

I’m going to be simple tonight. Brown butter gnocchi with sage, leeks, butternut squash and hazelnuts. I have most of the veggies already prepared to go into the sautee, potatoes already for the pasta… but I want her there with me while I make the gnocchi. And, like I said, though it is simple… I’m wildly nervous to share this with her.

There’s a knock at the door… 3:48… Who the fuck could this be on a Tuesday?

I unlatch the bolt and open the door and there’s my everything… August standing there with an enormous bag… And understanding the assignment; grey sweat pants and a pale pink zip up sweatshirt, even fuzzy little slippers.

“Hi baby. Come in. You’re a bit early but I think I’ve almost got everything ready for us to fuck around in that kitchen for a while.”

She stepped up into the threshold, all five-foot-nothing on her and she pressed her lips against mine. Yeah, she had her lip gloss on and the scent filled my senses but every other part of my body instantly went limp and to be honest hard at the same time. Every muscle in my back and shoulders relaxed for that protracted period that seemed like a few minutes where our lips just touched and we both exhaled deeply into each other.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I needed you. Something about going a few days without being in the space you create around me just seems wrong and I couldn’t wait the extra few minutes to step out of the door…”

I smiled. A satisfying smile. Like. I can’t believe I get to have that kind of an impact on a woman like this.

“Well… I don’t think I could have said it any better baby… Come in. Come in. Put your bag down, you can throw it back in my bedroom, but beware. Its a mess.” Fuck man. I was so concerned about making dinner perfect I forgot to straighten up the little out of sight out of mind places. Oh well.. we’re here now.

She wandered back to the little hallway and found my bed with the tousled sheets and comforter. She flung her bag into the middle of the bed and bounced her ass down on the mattress and laid back. “Wow. Your comforter is COMFY”

“Isn’t that the point?” I asked sarcastically

“Yeah… but this is ridiculously soft.”

“I’m glad you like it…” I said while leaning against the door frame. “Now get your sexy ass out here and pick a bottle of white from the fridge so we can start this evening the right way”

She looked up at me slyly. Then she nudged her head slightly, motioning me to come sit beside her.

“OH NO… you little siren. You aren’t distracting me that easily. We have food to make for each other and I won’t take no for an answer”

She tossed her fucking perfectly plump lower lip out in a fake pout and then smiled and looked up and me. Popped up to her feet and shuffled towards me with her hands in her hoodie pockets. She lifter herself up on her tip toes and kissed me.

“Such a gentleman” she said and then playfully grabbed my dick through my own sweatpants then smacked it softly. “and then there’s that part of you that isn’t so gentle” Then she looked at me out of the corner of her eye and slid out of the room towards the front half of the little space and walked into the kitchen.

And honestly. Outside of the copper dress she wore on our first night together I’ve never seen her look so lovely. She was such a little firecracker. Small and slight. Blonde and bronzed. But seeing her in comfortable clothes without any pretense made me unusually satisfied and happy on top of whatever her energy does to me physically. I was happy.

I wandered over to her and grabbed her from behind as she opened the refrigerator. I put my hands on her waist. She grabbed them and tugged them up towards her tits and pushed her little ass back against my cock which, because she was so short was actually against her back. But just seeing her arch so casually into me really put my mind into a tail spin.

She touched the sauvignon blanc, then chose the bubbles. A pink cremant that I love from the Alsace close to burgundy. I’m glad she chose that one. she tugged it out and handed it to me and tilted her head to one side with a sly smile. Pretending she needed help opening a bottle of bubbles. From a bartender, that’s some funny shit.

I took the neck of the bottle from her and went to the cupboard to grab two glasses. Set the on the counter with the bottle, pinched off the foil, twisted the cage and grabbed the neck of the bottle just beneath the cork. Working slowly I bend the cork up the neck of the bottle and waited for it to quietly hiss and pop. The cork came out and a little of the wine bubbled up towards the top and spilled out down the neck. Without missing a beat she tip toed up and bent her neck down and put the opening of the bottle in her mouth, catching the bubbles as they pushed out of the neck. She caught them all… Then she came up and licked the rim of the bottle, kissed my hand and smiled at me.

“I don’t know how you could get any more perfect than you are”. I said. She smiled.

“You are just biased… I’m pretty basic.”

I poured each of us a glass. She grabbed hers, clinked my glass then sipped. “Oh I like this… you have good taste”

“Obviously” I told her with 1000 double meanings implied.

“what are you making me?”

“WE… are making gnocchi… it’ll be fun.”

She smiled and put her arms around my waist and kissed me again. “I love you.”

Simple. Easy. Matter of fact.

“Now we are going to take those taters, these eggs, that cheese and a little bit of flour and make a dough.”

“oh is that all? sounds easy” she said sarcastically.

“The trick is to not over kneed it”

“I don’t know. I think I’m becoming a little needy… for you”

Another happy smile… fuck this woman is just everything I could ever want and she’s actually in love with me. All walls dropped. No games. Shes here for me. And the space that we create when we are together is better than I ever thought. The world drips away and it’s just us.

She put her hand in the flour bin and then put it on my cock.

“There… I’ve marked you… that’s mine”

“No arguments from me there.”

I did the same and put both of my hands onto her breasts leaving white hand prints on her pale pink sweatshirt. Very, very hard not to linger there…. but then I took my left hand and placed it between her legs, my right hand went to her ass and then I grabbed her with both hands behind her head and drew her close and I kissed her DEEPLY. Our mouths pressed then opened and our tongues fought with each other. Heads tilting and pushing in every direction. It seemed chaotic but we moved with each other. Knowing where to go. Inhaling, exhaling… Then I pulled away… “And the rest of you is mine as well… I’ll take every drop of you, not just your tits…”

“seems like I’ve left a little bit of my marks all over you as well. so we are even.”