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Almost as a defense, his right hand dropped to my hip, and then slid knowingly across towards my crotch. I broke the kiss then, saying, “let’s eat first.” I turned away, leaving him even more stunned.

I suppose that until now I had seemed grateful for sex, because I had been. Steve was really the first guy to take a serious interest in me sexually, and I welcomed him at every occasion. I had only said “no” once, when I had had the flu. If we didn’t have sex it was because Steve didn’t feel like it for whatever reason. I guess he was a bit confused, since I was dressed to invite sex, I was looking hot, and yet I said no.

He came into the kitchen, preparing to help make dinner. The water was already hot, so I just turned up the heat to make it boil, and put the sauce in the microwave. Feeling useless, he turned to pouring himself a glass of wine and refilling mine. This was going to be my last glass I decided.

“Damn, you look great,” he said as we waited for the noodles to cook.

“Thanks… like my new haircut?” I asked.

“Hell yeah!” he enthused. “You look so sexy… like a model even.”

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I smiled, leading him further, “like a model?” I closed the gap, letting him put his arms around me.

“Mmmm, yeah,” was his considered response. I let him kiss me, but I again was the one who deepened the kiss. This time, he ran his hand up my back to my neck. He tentatively touched my bristly nape, his fingers tickling me as he explored. Damn it felt good! “Love your hair,” he muttered, his hand moving up to touch beneath the curled under part, exploring the junction of long hair and short. Wow… I felt my nipples harden as my arousal level increased.

I heard the pop-hiss of the spaghetti water overflowing onto the burner, and pulled away, my eyes almost glazed with need and pleasure. As I dished out the noodles, he came behind me and nestled his bulge into my crack. I felt him, so hard, and wanted to be fucked badly. I guess that was the point of him rubbing me there. Even though I wanted him in me, mounting me, fucking me, I needed him to agree to my new desires. It was about more than sex tonight.

I purposely ignored his efforts, and picked up the plates of spaghetti. “Let’s have dinner,” I said. He brought along the bottle and our glasses, draining his before sitting down. Mine was still full, but he refilled his.

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