My Love Journey's
Love In The Kitchen

I brought an empty glass of old wine to the kitchen, the last thing left on the dining table that we had cleaned together. I put the two glasses in the sink and as soon as I straightened up and turned around, I saw Paul blowing his nose.

It was hard to hold back the laughter of witnessing this scene. It's adorable to look at a typical stiff man like Paul blowing his nose with an expression as if undisturbed and very careless. She raised her gaze as I folded my hands on her chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. Then, he rubbed his nose with a tissue and snorted once.

"You're not sick, are you?" ask me while he sticks his ass at the counter opposite me.

Paul's hand flew out while his lips smiled meaningfully. "If so, will you take care of me? Well, you yourself know I'm crazy when you start acting like a nurse..."

I laughed while shaking my head. "Control your hormones, Paul."

"Hm, I'm not sick. Just a lack of rest and I guess because of the effects of the weather change." He shrugged, followed my style by folding his hands on his chest.

"Are you sure?" many ensure.

"Very sure."

"Okay. But I'll still give you medicine." I stepped onto the table located beside him and grabbed the pill bottle I used to drink every morning.

I felt Paul move beside me, until his hand slowly touched the back of my thigh and went up to my butt, defending me there before finally stopping on my back. The heat of his chest spread to my body, and I took trembling breaths to hold myself back.

"Take one, I'll prepare a..." Just as I was about to hand over the medicine to her, she cupped my face and forced me to face her.

Before I could react or say anything, he kissed my lips greedily. The medicine bottle in my hand just fell down while my mouth hurriedly returned the kiss. With both of my hands now resting on his neck, a feeling of relief ran through my body thirsting for him.

"Smart girl," he whispered on my lips. "It's mine, okay? Not for Travis or Elliot."

I giggled amusedly. "Not for Travis or Elliot. Just for you."

I slid my lips back to her lips while my hands were down her thick black hair, I liked the way her hands moved along my body, as if I was some kind of goddess to her.

My womanhood throbbed in response to every swipe of her tongue, my desire gathering in the abdomen, begging to be released immediately. I felt a tremendous sting of passion at his touch.

"I miss you.. I miss you so much." I sighed in between the pleasures of kissing.

Paul's stingy breath proves he feels the same way; desperate to expect release. "I miss you more. You'll never know how crazy my thoughts are when you're away from you, love..." Then he kissed me again.

Suddenly Paul turned my body to his back and sandwiched between his body and the kitchen counter. I could feel his manhood hardening, making me a little surprised.

Paul put his hands behind my shirt and opened my bra hook. Then I flinched when she suddenly tore off part of my bra.

"Paul!" I pushed him, looking sharply at him even though my body was already burning with passion. He took a step back. "You broke my bra." I frowned, pulling that poor bra out of my shirt.

I lowered my head. "I don't like rude men... You could've hurt me..."

"I want to destroy all your bras so you don't have to wear them anymore." He shrugged his shoulders, as if it was nothing. A mischievous and flirtatious grin flashed at the corner of his lips while I sighed. "I can't do anything that would hurt you, believe me..."

"Paul's..." I started shaking my head, but Paul came back to attack me. He cupped my face while pushing forward his huge body.

"I have a gift that will make you forget that damn bra, Rapunzel," she whispered in front of my face.

There was no room left in my mind to comment on the reward Paul mentioned, because what I realized happened next with one dexterous move turned my body back and pressed me from behind.

"Oh," I said, knowing that he wasn't planning on taking me up to my room.

"You're still taking pills, right?" I felt his breath sweep my neck, giving me goosebumps.

I nodded my head. "Yes." Yeah."

Slowly Paul sprinkled a hot peck on my neck, groaning softly every time I sighed and pushed my butt back. "Damn it, okay, I'm sorry..." I was surprised when he suddenly pulled away. But as soon as I was about to turn around in confusion, he dropped the pants and my underwear.

Paul didn't give me a chance to comment on his attitude and hurriedly took off my shirt. Her hand cupped my chest while her other hand teased the throbbing part between my thighs.

I held my breath and sighed as soon as Paul pushed his two fingers to the point that drove me crazy the most. I rested my head on his shoulder, extended one hand into his hand and followed his movement squeezing my chest as the other hand held on to the edge of the counter. I was completely immersed in his world.

"Damn, Bianka.." The snoring was hoarse in my ear. "You're so wet..."

"You ready, Bianka?" his hoarse voice made me almost whimper, unable to voice the excitement following the pleasure I felt.

I nodded again. "Yes, yes," I squeezed his hand as if that was all that could help me right now, keeping me from falling into a miserable mess and in need.

My back was leaning against her chest as I felt her full and hard manhood sweep over my femininity. With one of his hands free, Paul steered himself into my soft, throbbing world, longing, igniting the warmest feeling and the most beautiful unification I've ever felt in the longest three months of my life.

"Ah, that's it, love.." Paul growled in my ear.

Paul began to move his hips urging me while holding my waist with one of his hands. My back is curved, my butt is bumping against the front of his hips while my head is still propping up on his shoulder.

"I love you, Bianka." Paul turned my head so he could kiss me. "You're scrumptious. Very delicious..."

Both of my hands were now holding on to the edge of the counter, hoping I could find a pillow and stick my nails there.

Paul's insistence turned even faster, making me sigh and press my buttocks as he struck the right spot inside my body, sweeping out in the most intoxicating place.

Paul is the only man who knows how to adore me well. Only he can lead me into the wildest feelings at once full of pleasure.

Suddenly he pressed my back until my chest stuck to the cold surface of the counter. Both of his hands gripped my hips tightly, making me sigh.

"Ahhh, yes!" I could not help the tempestuous reaction within me responding to the awesome waves that flowed from head to foot as he directed his jolt appropriately. "Holy fvck.. that's so good.." I said out loud.

May my neighbor no one hear the sounds of our enjoyment.

"I'll never get tired of enjoying your body, Bianka... Oh, shit!" Paul growled, making me almost cry because it felt good to accept his blasphemy.

"Ah, Paul.." my sigh was smooth.

"I want to see your eyes, Bianka." He gritted, and suddenly with one agile but careful movement, he turned my body and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the counter. Then come back to hit me hard.

"Look at me, love... Look me in the eye.." Gently persuade him, and I obey. "Your eyes are wild, Bianka. Goddamnit!" His jaws hardened while his insistence drew us closer to release.

Three months is a long time to go without making love. So, this activity makes me feel like all the bad thoughts that have been haunting me all along just disappeared, and the most important thing is that I love him and he loves me. This is all I need to know and feel.

"Paul, I'm almost there." I whispered, with my hands clutching her neck while my feet wrapped around her buttocks.

"I know, love." he sizzled before kissing me.

"Oh, God..." I released a kiss and screamed, a shock wave of favors creeping through my exploding body.

"Enjoy, Bianka. Feel your peak." growled Paul. She bit me slowly, making me tremble. Her lips dropped onto my chest as she also blew her hot passion inside my body.

"Fsa!"

We were silent for a few moments to calm our gasping breaths, until Paul's voice came back. "You okay?" ask him with a heavy tone.

"Yes" I said weakly. "You?"

Paul grinned, his expression looking much calmer than before. "This is what I want to happen every day, Bianka" she said. I let go of the twists of my legs on his hips.

"What's? Making love in the kitchen?" I raise my eyebrows high.

Paul laughed and kissed my lips. "Not just in the kitchen, love. In every corner of the room. I want to talk to you, eat with you. The point is I want to live with you."

"Aren't you going to get bored of me?" I smiled at him. My question isn't serious, but it's not kidding either. Well, you guys must understand what I mean.

Paul nodded firmly. "Would never be. How's yours?"

I pretended to have trouble answering his question. "Uhm, yeah, maybe..." Instantly my laughter exploded as Paul's face suddenly frowned. "How could I ever get tired of tasting your intoxicating race. I'm crazy about you, Klug!"

"I'm more into you, Becker!"