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Beef with Broccoli

Date: 2/12/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Erotica, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

that was my own damn fault." I rub my cheek against his shoulder. The heat of his skin sends new waves of throbs through my breasts and stomach, through my pelvis. I have the same feeling I had before, when he almost left the apartment. No, it's the feeling I had after he kissed me the first time and took off down the stairs, like I got this single, short shot of what I wanted and it was slipping away, not because of something I did or didn't do but just from the tidal pull of circumstance. It's hard to walk up nine flights of stairs when there are easier to reach options. Before I can think too much about what that premonition means, my mouth takes over. "I'm trying to think of a way to talk you into staying the night, but it sounds like it might be a bad idea." It hangs in the air between us, neither of us saying anything for a few of his deep breaths. It's the first time I feel naked all night, aware of every inch of my skin stuck to his in the jungle heat of the radiator. "I need to go home to clean up. I really can't go in to cook at the restaurant wearing the same clothes I was wearing yesterday and smelling like sex." "You can use my-" "Lindsay, there is no shower in the world that is going to make me not smell like sex if I stay the night. When I get out of the shower, if you're here, which is pretty likely because it's your apartment, I'm going to have to have sex with you again before I leave. ... Unavoidable." He kisses my forehead and sits up, looking around for his discarded clothes. "I'll make you a deal, though. I'm getting off work at two. Will you be around?" "Yes." I wrap one of the blankets from the couch around me like a cloak and watch him pull on his boxers while he hunts for his socks. "Good. How about I bring over some of my eggrolls and a movie and we give this another shot." "With condoms?" I ask. His shy smile is even more attractive because I know he can probably still taste me on that irresistible full curve of his bottom lip. "I'd like that." "Me, too." He skims into his t-shirt and jeans nearly as fast as he took them off. My throat tightens when I see how his black hair hangs when he bends over to lace up his high-tops. "Good. I have one condition, though," he says. "What?" "I get to pick the movie this time." I walk him to the door without bothering to wear anything but the blue blanket from the couch, wrapped around my chest and trailing along the floor like an impromptu ball gown. Here we are again, him in the hallway, me leaning against the doorframe. Things are still vibrant and cozy and mine behind me and the start of ugliness and uncertainty below me, nine stories down. Jay plants one long, lingering kiss on my lips before trekking down the stairs. "Happy Valentine's Day to you, Wong, Jay Wong," I call out as he disappears. "Happy Valentine's Day, Lindsay Beef-With-Broccoli."