Maxxie: breakfast at Cayden'sMature

He pulls me back into the apartment and I can't say I don't like it when he pulls me about like that. What can I say? I'm a sucker and a complete push over.

When I want to be.

And I want to be. When it's with the right person, it's such a turn on. I don't even know why. I guess I just like the commanding, dominant type.

Either way, I oblige him, letting him steer me into the apartment, our lips locked like there's no tomorrow; I love how I have to lean up to reach his lips, how his body feels pressed up against mine like this.

It feels even better when we're in bed.

 

Though the sheets are tangled and we're lying on top of them, neither of us seems to really care. I'll admit, I'm a bit of a girl when it comes to after sex - I go all cuddly and I just wanna spoon all night. If he minds, he doesn't show it, as I snuggle up into his side, pulling his arm around me.

Should we just stay as fuck buddies? Or should we actually go out? I try not to get too ahead of myself, but the idea of finally getting a steady boyfriend makes me smile. In fact, I fall asleep with that smile on my face, and when I wake up again, I'm pretty sure it's the same smile.

Somehow, we got under the covers during the night - I guess Cayden did that after I fell asleep on him. I don't open my eyes yet, I'm enjoying being warm and close to Cay. My mind wanders, going over last night, and once again that question of being together or not comes up in my mind. To be fair though, we've only known each other for like, four days. Possibly. I was never any good at keeping track of days.

I wonder vaguely if I'm supposed to be on morning or afternoon shift today. I figure afternoon. If it's not... well, they can suck my dick and deal with it. I'm not in the mood to move, let alone go to work.

Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by a wall, so I roll over and smile as I see Cay's already awake.

"Morning, sexy," I half whisper, my stupid voice not working from such a relaxing sleep.

"Sexy? Well, you're not too bad yourself," he quips with a cute little kiss that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I put my arm over his waist and kiss back.

"Not too bad? Is that all?" I pout.

"You're more than sexy, I don't think they invented a word for it yet." I'm tempted to ask if he charms a guy's pants off like this all the time, but I figure it would ruin the moment if I do. Biting the question back, I find myself blushing and a giggle reminiscent of a school girl bubbles out of my lips. Or perhaps the word ‘idiot' would fit better there...

He laughs softly and it's like... ear velvet.

That doesn't make sense.

He's made my brain melt and drop out.

"You really are adorable, you know that?"

"I do my best," I smile, managing to get the words out without them sort of dissolving the same way my brain has. He kisses me again and my lips already miss his the moment he breaks away to speak.

"And now, Mr Sexy Pants, if I have your permission to leave the bed I'm gonna make you the world's best breakfast," he announces and while this offer is tempting, I'm quite enjoying our cuddle. I pout again and cling to him.

"Can you make it from here?" I enquire lightly.

"Well you could always come with me. Although I think there might be more making out than cooking going on." He puts an arm around my shoulders and I can't help but curl up in his hold even more. I might still not know him that well, but he really does manage to somehow make me feel all safe and warm and wanted.

"Sounds good to me," I smile, looking into those gorgeous grey eyes.

 

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