
“I’m always telling everyone about how well you cook for me. There must be something extra you put in it to make it taste so good,” you complimented coyly, tossing a leg over one of his as he spread his wider.
“It’s just olive oil in the pan and you add the kernels after the oil is hot. Top it with a little salt and some parmesan,” he said clearing his throat as your hand came to rest in his chest. You felt your way up gently as you began kissing up the side of his neck.