Ross was growing out his beard, and it was making him itchy. He scratched his chin vigorously, and a hair fell out and onto his pasta. Without thinking, I reached over the table and picked it out.
He had been living in my house for about two months. It was like he had always been there. Everything was comfortable. I had thought the lack of "alone time" would drive me crazy, but that hadn't been the case at all. We had just gelled. Granted, it was a little rough at first. On the third night of his stay, Ross had awoken me by having a Guns n Roses karaoke party all by himself at 9:00 in the morning. He had assured me that he was normally a late riser, but that the jet lag had completely upended his circadian rhythms. I had stumbled bleary-eyed and wrathful down the stairs to find him gyrating on top of the coffee table in his underpants and belting out "November Rain."
"Ross!" I yelled, determined to stay mad at him for disrupting my precious sleep. He froze mid-gyrate and grinned at me sheepishly.
"Ah, so you're awake at last! Fancy some waffles? I'll make them; you sit yourself down here. Don't lift a finger!" He said it all very quickly, as though hoping to outrun my annoyance.
I couldn't help myself. I cracked a smile. "That sounds lovely."
He pulled a chair out for me at the dining table and then marched into the kitchen.
"Where's the... er... do you have a waffle iron?"
"Bottom drawer next to the stove."
Ross set about making the waffles (and a substantial mess). I put my chin in my hands and watched him, smiling to myself. He was narrating his cooking process in a Julia Child voice.
He brought me waffles on a plate along with a ramekin filled with maple syrup. He tore off a piece of waffle and dipped it in the syrup.
I obliged him, and he stuck the waffle in my mouth. "Not bad."
"Only the best for you," he said, chuckling. "Ah... you've got some syrup on you. Let me take care of that for you."
"I don't see-"
Ross dipped his finger into the ramekin and dolloped a small amount of syrup on my neck. "Just there." He lurched forward and licked it off.
"Ah!" My eyes widened in surprise.
Ross stepped behind me and continued to kiss my neck, but on the other side. He bent over and reached down my top to fondle my breast. I sighed with pleasure.
"I don't know about you, but I'm still hungry..."
"Hungry?" I whispered.
"Hungry." His voice had deepened and softened with his arousal.
With a quickness and dexterity that never failed to surprise me, Ross stepped back in front of me, bent down, and grabbed me in a fireman's lift.
"Ross!" I shrieked.
He carried me over to the couch and deposited me there. He knelt on the floor and jerked down my pajama bottoms. He hooked his arms around my thighs and paused, breathing deeply over my groin. He gazed into my eyes.
"I'm so hungry," he repeated softly.
"Eat, then," I growled.
Ross smirked, then began planting soft little kisses over my labia. When he had covered every inch of my vulva in kisses, he gave it a long, lingering lick. I groaned. He kissed my clit slowly, locking eyes with me as I panted down at him. He pulled away slightly, and I whimpered.
He smirked and waggled his tongue, barely touching me. "As you wish."
Then he plunged forward and pressed his tongue on my clit, swirling it around and making me moan. He kept swirling and inserted a finger into my vagina, massaging my g-spot.
"Ross... I need you..."
Ross growled and ripped open his fly. His hard cock sprang free, and he licked his hand before stroking it a little.
"Uh huh," I whined.
Ross slammed into me, and I winced at the roughness.
"Ohh, you are so. Damn. Wet," he said, punctuating his words with thrusts.
I moaned breathily as the tension mounted within me. Ross pounded into me faster and faster, biting his lip. He grabbed hold of me, drawing our torsos together.
"I want to feel your skin against mine forever," he hissed into my ear. Then he bit my earlobe.
My eyes flew open in surprise, and as I gasped, my climax overtook me and I screamed as fluid rushed from me.
Ross groaned and spilt. He collapsed on top of me, then rolled to the side and kissed my cheek.
"What were we doing again, baby?"
"Eating breakfast," I chuckled.