Seraphina
Opening the door wide, I found Thad standing there with yet another bouquet of flowers, his favorite gift to surprise me with. I half-joked to myself about tarting a flower garden in my home.
"Hey," he greeted warmly, pulling me into a comforting hug. "I've missed you
so much, especially your scent," he whispered as he nuzzled my neck, sending delightful shivers down my spine.
"I brought you this," he said, handing me the bouquet, and I accepted it with a warm grin before ushering him inside and closing the door behind us.
In the living room, Thad had taken off his coat and made himself comfortable
on the couch. I headed to my room to place the flowers in a vase before
quickly returning.
"It's quite chilly outside. Would you like me to make some tea?" I asked as
I entered the kitchen. Gathering the necessary items, I started preparing a
warm drink.
I called out to him, "Thad!" but when I turned around, he stood right behind
me.
"No, what I want is you," he whispered in a husky voice, his eyes now intense
and alluring. He pulled me closer by my neck and kissed me passionately.
He swiftly moved his hands to my thighs, lifting me up slightly, and pressed my back against the fridge. I circled my arms around his neck, fingers weaving through his hair.
"I thought you were tired," I managed to mumble, my breath coming out in
ragged pants as he trailed kisses along my neck.
"Not when it comes to you," he whispered, his voice laden with desire.
He carefully unzipped my shorts, his fingers sliding down the zipper.
Simultaneously, he unzipped his own pants.
"Don't tell me you're planning to have your way with me against the fridgeThaddeus," I whispered as he gently put me down and removed my shorts.
"Watch me," he whispered in response, turning me around so my back was
against the fridge.
I held onto the fridge for support as he left a trail of kisses down my face.
His hand moved slowly towards my panties, caressing the area around it.
He gradually removed my panties, his gaze locked on me as I breathed
heavily, my eyes fixed on him.
With my panties now flung aside, he slid his fingers inside me, gently pumping them in and out. I was incredibly wet, feeling his fingers effortlessly glide in and out of me.
"Thad, wait..." I whispered, but he paid no heed. He took hold of one of
my exposed thighs and knelt down, pulling it over his shoulder.
His tongue traced a path from my knee to my most sensitive spot. It
fluttered up and down my slit, and then he flicked my clit with his tongue.
I let out another gasp, my legs quivering as he persistently licked and sucked
on my clit. My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as I
gasped in pure pleasure.
He ceased his attention on my clit and gently inserted a finger into my
wetness. He gradually worked it in and out a few times before adding a
second finger.
I continued to moan loudly in pleasure, gripping the fridge for support.
Suddenly, he stopped and stood up, then guided me towards the kitchen
counter. My legs shook noticeably as I made my way there.
He turned me around and positioned me face down.
"Oh my goodness!" I gasped as I felt the head of his shaft pressing against
my rear entrance. He inched forward, and a soft moan escaped my lips as he
entered me.
His hands firmly gripped my hips as he began to thrust in and out of me.
I clutched the counter for support, my cheeks resting on the cool, smooth
surface.
I could hear his breath quickening, growing faster and deeper. He let out
occasional grunts, punctuating his thrusts in and out.
My phone suddenly rang loudly on the kitchen counter where I had left it
earlier Thad," I whispered amidst our passionate encounter, "I have a call."
But he wasn't paying attention.
"Thad!" I said, raising my voice a little. He suddenly stopped and placed a
hand on my back, our heavy breathing filling the kitchen.
He withdrew and took a step back as I rushed to answer the phone, but it had
stopped ringing before I could pick it up.
I sighed and turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice uncertain, trying to catch his breath. I could see
him zipping up his pants.
I let out a tired laugh.
* * *
"So what did I do to him?" Thad asked, stifling a laugh as he looked at me
with a grin.
"What else? You punched him, and everyone gasped. I felt bad because it was my fault," I explained with hand gestures for emphasis.
We sat on my couch, munching on pizza and watching a movie he'd picked
out. He wanted me to share some stories from his high school days, hoping to jog his memory.
"I just knew I'd do that," he said with a smirk, making me chuckle.
You were pretty clingy back then," I pointed out.
"I was?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You couldn't sleep if I wasn't there," I said casually, noticing a hint of
discomfort on his face.
He suddenly ran a hand through his hair and let out a groan.
"Thad? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
He stopped and looked at me, as if grappling with some inner turmoil.
"I'm fine," he whispered, "but... why did you lie in the first place?"
"What do you mean?"
"You knew me back then, and we dated. So why did you say you didn't know
me? You kept it a secret," he questioned, his eyes filled with intensity.
I sighed, reluctant to reveal that his mother had warned me to stay away from him.
"I was just... scared you wouldn't like me anymore," I admitted, making up an excuse.
He was about to say more when my phone buzzed again, and I quickly
grabbed it, stepping away from him.
"Hello,"
"Chef Everhart," a familiar voice, resonated through the phone, causing my heart to race.
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