Jada rubbed her sleepy eyes as she walked drowsily down the corridor, towards the kitchen. It was only the third week of summer, but it was beginning to take its toll on her. Her caramel colored skin had deepened to a chocolate tone that complimented her dyed auburn hair.
As much as it bothered her that her complexion was changing with each day that passed, it seemed to drive her boyfriend crazy; the hungry look in his eyes last night and the way he lapped at her skin like a cat on a milk meal was insane.
Speaking of boyfriend, she wondered where he had gone to, as she wiped away the droplets of sweat that had built on her forehead.
One foot into the kitchen, she got even hotter. There he was, in all his six feet 2 inches glory, wearing nothing but sweatpants that couldn’t conceal his butt cheeks and an apron that failed to hide his broad shoulders.
Jada moaned satisfactorily at the thought of running her hands through his thick black curly hair and sliding her small hands down his spine, like she did the night before.
“Clean thoughts only. I’m trying to cook, not get turned on,” Cameroon’s seductive smirk warmed her heart. And when he turned around, he gave her his one- sided dimpled smile.
She didn’t mean to moan out loud, but it was just this effect he had on her that she couldn’t shake off.
“What’s for breakfast?” She lifted herself on the kitchen counter.
Cameroon opened the oven and put in a row of dough.
“You’d see eventually”, he said as he came to stand in between her legs and cuffed his arms behind her lower back.
“You’re keeping secrets from me now?” Jada pouted her lips playfully.
“With that face, you could bring any man to his knees.” His deep brown eyes pored into her soul.
“Good-” She pulled him closer by his apron and bit his right ear feebly. “-Cause I want you down on your knees right now.”
Cameroon leaned back to look at her and his deep brown eyes burned with desire and seemed to bore into her soul.
“Well, I know a few spots I missed last night,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Oh yeah? Like where?” Her breaths came in short gasps and her heart beat raced faster.
“You should know. It’s a popular alphabet,” his hands came to slide down her stomach towards her thighs.
Jada’s eyes grew round and she giggled like a happy child on Christmas day.
“Please touch me,” she pleaded with her last breath.
(Lol. Don’t hate me for ending it this way. I am trying to play safe. However, If you want to see an extension of the story, comment below),