As I woke up, I noticed my surroundings, taking in the comfort of my room. I slowly turned towards the other side, rolling myself into the blanket, like a burrito (weird reference but that's exactly what happened). And what saw right before my eyes sucked the soul out of me. Lying next to me was the hottest, most alluring and undeniably the sexiest looking greek god of a man. His bare skin peeked out the pastel linen sheets of my bed. I moved my hand and traced his shoulder with my fingers. Skin to skin. Soul to soul. Something burned inside my heart, seeing him, seeing his unmasked face, for the first time. He looked like a fever dream. A vivid one at that. So familiar and nostalgic yet so unrecognisable and distant. So I stared. Taking in his features one by one. His well structured face, his perfectly perked nose, his kind of messy eyebrows and his lips. The ones I haven't kissed yet. The ones I was dying to.
Just as I was lost in my not-so-holy thoughts, he opened his eyes, catching me off guard. He rubbed his eyes, slowly waking up and coming to his senses. The fact that someone so otherwise assertive and dominating could look so vulnerable when no ones around surprised me. Or maybe when only I was around. I hoped it was the latter. He looked at me and then smiled. It did something fatally close to my heart. It felt like my heart would explode. I looked away, cheeks red and eyes closed as I couldn't look at him, still embarrassed from the fact that he caught me staring at him. I hoped he wouldn't bring it up anytime soon. I, eyes still closed felt a hand crawl up my chin and caressing my cheek gently. He moved my face closer to his with his hand and said in his deep morning voice- "Look at me, Eve. Please". I gathered the guts to do so and slowly opened my eyes only to look into his eyes, just a few inches away from mine. "I always hoped this would happen. You and me. You'd never know how much I've longed for this moment"- he said and slowly closed the distance between us and placed his lips over mine. It was slow and gentle, full of love and care. Something so pure and indescribable. Something so beautiful, something I had never experienced before. It was my first kiss. I had only heard of what it felt like but the actual thing could never be explained or told.
He pulled away just to attack my neck, leaving frail kisses all around, making me giggle. Just as he was doing so, my stomach growled (and it was loud loud). He pulled back and I looked away, even more embarrassed. "You haven't eaten, baby, now, have you?. "Nooo...", I hesitantly replied in a low voice. "Well, have your meals on time or do you want me to hire a personal chef? I think we should do that and-", before he could continue any further I said- "Cook for me". He stared at me for a hard second which made me think I might've crossed the line. I mean why would he cook for me? He seems like someone who has three different chefs for three different meals. As I was about to apologise for what I'd said, he got out of the bed and picked me up, his hands securing my thighs. I yelped at the unexpected action and he walked us down the stairs to the kitchen.
He placed me on the kitchen slab and pulled my knees apart to stand between my legs. I looked at him in the eye, still shocked. "What do you want, Princess?", he asked. "You don't have to... I was just saying", I said in response. "I could never say no to you, no matter what you ask for, know that". I blushed hard, burying my face into his chest, unable to say anything to that. He chuckled and held my face between his hand, cupping it. He leaned forward to place a peck on my lips and whispered against my lips- "You don't wanna know the things I would do for you, the lives I'd take and give". "You don't wanna know how far this goes. It's got no end"- He said as he stared at me. He took a few steps back and asked again- "Soo, what is it? That you want to eat?". I was still fazed by what he had just said so I said the most basic (and my most favourite) thing. "Grilled cheese. I want grilled cheese". And before he could say anything else, I added- "And coffee. Cold coffee please"- I said looking at him with pleading eyes. He laughed and replied- "Yes, darling. Coming right up".
He grabbed the kitchen apron and wore it over his bare, shirtless body. I could see his abs outline through the thin, brown cotton apron. He turned his back to grab the ingredients and I could see his back muscles flex into looking like a literal butterfly. He looked so inviting and suddenly it got so hot in the kitchen. After a while, he looked at me and curiously asked- "Why are you sweating, love? I turned the AC on already. And it's pretty chilly too". I just laughed, any words tying to escape my mouth, stuck in my throat. He started to walk towards me and smirked. "Are you, perhaps, feeling aroused?". He crawled between my legs and moved closer to my face. "Answer me, Eve. Do you want me to fuck you?". "I do. Please"- I said, almost too immediately and opened my legs wider. "You drive me insane, Eve". He took off his apron and threw it somewhere in the kitchen. Somewhere I wouldn't know as my eyes were busy looking at his buffed up body, every muscle built to perfection. "This what turned you out?"- he said, as he saw me looking at his body, salivating.
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. "Feel it. Touch me all you want. This is all yours". The idea made me enticed. I felt his chest, moving my hand lower to feel his rock- hard abs. His body turned me on so much so that I felt myself getting wetter with each touch I placed over his skin. I tried to press my thighs together in response. "You're wet already, princess?. Undress. Just keep the panties on". I did as he said, sitting almost fully naked on the counter top. He stared at my body, his eyes going dark. He kneeled down to the level of my pussy and started to mouth my core through the cloth. I moaned in pleasure as he kept going harder. "I don't want to cum. Not until you fuck me. Do it, now, please, I want it". Hearing this, he aggressively pulled down my panties. I eyed the outline of his boxers that were now stained in precum. Impatiently, I placed my hand over his dick and grabbed his bulge.
"Be patient, Eve", he said as he then continued to pull down his own boxers. It was bigger than I thought it would be. The idea of his dick being inside of me made me even more aroused. He pulled me towards himself and aligned his dick to my entrance. He moved his dick through the fold of my vagina, stimulating my clit. "Put it in already"- I moaned. He, without any warning, pushed his whole dick inside of me in one go. I screamed in pain and pleasure. He then pulled out, making me feel empty but it was only a second later that he pushed it back again. He repeated the same, slowly increasing his pace. Within no time, he was already pounding his dick inside of me. He repeatedly kept hitting my g-spot and I felt so close. With one last thrust, I came with a loud moan followed by him as he came inside of me. We were both panting, gasping for air after the intense scene and just then, the griller beeped, indicating the grilled cheese was ready. We looked looked at each other and burst out into a laugh. Nothing physical this time, just pure feelings.