Butter

Ever wanted to have breakfast for lunch, dinner, or a midnight snack? I usually like it during lunch on Thursdays when my coworker and I get breakfast. We usually get pancakes, with plenty of butter to spread on top. They bring out the pancakes so moist and hot that the butter dissolves in the pancake so quickly. I told my coworker that someone I used to date made pancakes for me. But he would put his butter in warm syrup. In fact, the way he touched me and kissed me made me melt like butter on a pancake.

Butter usually comes as a solid. But once some heat hits it, it is quickly turns into liquid form. That's the effect this guy had on me. Typically, I am well put together. A solid, strong black woman. Yet, one touch from him and I melt. I become that liquid, ready to be spread around. The transformation takes place rather quickly. All he would have to do is look at me with those hazel eyes and I would melt. His kisses lifted me so high, I had to check to see if I was floating. He knew me beyond my solid demenor. He saw into my heart. Who wouldn't melt being in his presence? I became the butter in his syrup, folding into him with ease.

I knocked on the door of his apartment, anticipating seeing him. It's been so long since we have seen each other. I know it was only a few days, but I couldn't get enough of him. His essense, masculinity, and sensuality. It didn't hurt that he could cook up a storm or make my heart melt. When he opened the door, my heart would always jump a little. He looked me over as I wore my short summer skirt and my tight black power Tshirt. The image seemed to make him happy because he gave me a smile that made his eyes slightly glow in excitment. Going to his place was like entering into our own world. I was able to let my hair down and be a woman. Walking into his apartment, I was no longer a student or a scholar. All of the inhibitions were left at the door and I was able to enter into a world that allowed me to be me.

The first thing I usually do when I walk in is check to see what he was cooking. I stand in the doorway of the kitchen, watching this beautiful chocolate man make the most delicious lunch. Little did I know, he was cooking up other plans as well. His hazel eyes were not the only thing that blew me away about him. He moved swiftly like a dancer, even in his sweat pants and a white cotton shirt. For a moment, I thought his skin was glowing from the florence in the kitchen. But, when I looked a little closer, I realized that his skin simply radiated, spewing his essence. He looked over at me and challenged me to a Wii game battle. I giggled to myself, because I knew I was better at bowling and tennis than he was. However, he was ready to play with me. At the time, I thought he meant only the Wii game. Time will show that he wanted to play with me in other ways...

Before I lifted the remote to play the bowling game, he grabbed my hand, bringing me closer to him. He looked at me with those incredibly sexy eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. He asked whether we could make the game interesting. I reluctantly replied, "In what way?"He laughed at my apprehension then said, "Well, how about we make a wager...with our clothes." I looked up at him, knowing exactly what he was hinting at. He always seemed to speak in double tounge, saying one thing when he really means something more. This was one of those moments. I smiled at him without taking my eyes away from his then asked, "What's the game rules?" I could tell that amused him because he replied, "If you loose this game, then you have to take off an article of clothing. If you win, then I take off something." As he was explaining the rules, he tugged a little at my skirt, brushing his hand across my upper thigh. I looked down at where his hand was and challenged back, "Alright. Why not? I sure hope you are prepared to be naked."

Since I won the first game, he removed his pants slowly revealing his gray briefs. My inner girl started to get moist simply looking at his package in front of the briefs. He looked at me with such passion, I felt my body start to warm up instantly. I won the second and third games, which caused him to loose his shirt and socks (did I mention he was a smart ass too? A typical Virgo. ) revealing his white undershirt and boxers. I looked at his sexy body, wanting to quite the game just to jump on him. He tantalized me with his eyes while removing his clothing. Needless to say, I lost the next game, distracted by his sexy body. As I removed my shirt, I saw his eyes look at my black laced bra. I looked down, noticing that his briefs slightly moved. I knew he was excited then.

Somehow, I lost the next game too. I had no choice but to remove my skirt, revealing a matching set of lacked black panties. Like an exploding time bomb, he lunged toward me causing me to back up against the wall. He roughly grabbed my waist, kissing me so passionately that my breathing instantly became heavy. My body seemed to melt into his arms as his hands traveled down my back, gripping on my ass. Before I could even react, he lifted me up in his arms causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me over to the bedroom, never taking his lips off mine. His tounge raced in my mouth, his lips working with mine. In his bedroom, he placed me on an old, wooden dresser. When he realized I was secure on the dresser, he started to work his kisses down to my inner girl. Each kiss, from my collar bone to my navel sent chills up my spine. I moaned in anticipation, waiting for the moment I would feel his lips upon my girls' lips. He kissed my inner thighs, working his way closer to her. After he quickly removed my panties, I felt his moist lips upon my girls lips. With his mouth, he isolated my clit from the rest of my girl and started to work it with his tounge ferosously. The feeling caused my body to convulse. My head leaned back against the wall as I let out several loud moans that I'm sure the neigbors heard. Once he got me good and ready, he came back up, kissing me deeper. His breath became mine.

He picked me up again and carried me to the bed. Once he placed me upon the bed, I felt his boy enter me, filling me up. As he stroked in and out, I heard the mattress sing as we moved. After he had enough of the missionary, he whispered in my ear, "I want you on top of me." I sat up, allowing him to lay down. I crawled on top of him, placing my knees at his sides. I allowed him to enter me. As I rocked back and forth on his boy, my moans started to get louder and deeper. He felt so good inside of me. Suddenly, I felt his hands caress my bare breast. He gripped them tighter as he inhaled each moan.

We went at it for so long, I did not realize that the morning came so soon. I woke up with the sun peaking into the room. Rolling over, I realized he was not beside me. Suddenly, the smell of coffee filled the room along with the smell of pancakes. I laid there naked in his black sheets, smiling to myself. I recalled him telling me that he wanted me to try his chocolate pancakes. Apparently, he perfected it. I woke up, put my laced underwear back on, and walked into the kitchen. I saw him at the stove cooking with nothing but his briefs on. He realized I was standing at the kitchen door and smiled. He walked over to me, kissed me and said, "Good morning sexy."' Even at six in the morning, he still found a way to make my heart melt quicker than the butter on the skillet.