Page 78 of Mistaken Impression

She looks up at me. “So… how much vinegar do we need?”

“One tablespoon.”

“Wow… you really were paying attention.”

“I always pay attention. I have to remember it all… and besides, I enjoy learning from you.”

She smiles and repeats the process of measuring out the vinegar.

“Now, you can add a teaspoon of mustard and a twist of salt and pepper.”

I do as she says, stirring it all together, while she mixes up honey and mustard, and coats the sliced chicken with it, before spreading it out on a baking sheet and putting it into the oven.

“For someone who doesn’t cook, your kitchen isn’t badly equipped, you know?”

I stop stirring and look over at her. “I can’t claim any credit. A lot of these things were here when I moved in. The previous tenant was from Europe as well, and they couldn’t take everything back with them, so they just left it here. The dishes are mine, and the glasses and cutlery, but all the cooking equipment is inherited.”

She smiles, shaking her head. “Somehow I’m not surprised.”

I give the dressing one last stir. “Do you want to taste this?”

“If you like.” I fetch another teaspoon from the drawer, dipping it into the bowl and holding it out for her. She lowers her head, tasting the dressing, but I pull the spoon away a little too quickly and a little of it trickles onto her chin. She reaches up to wipe it away, but I drop the spoon onto the work surface and take her hands in mind, holding them behind her back, as I step up close, my body against hers and bend my head, licking the dribble of dressing from her chin, with just the very tip of my tongue. I feel the shiver rush through her and flick my tongue against her lips, delving inside and kissing her. She arches her back, her breasts hard against my chest, and I take her hands in one of mine, bringing up the other to cradle the back of her head.

“I told you,” I whisper into her mouth. “I can’t be in confined spaces with you. Not without losing control.”

She pulls back slightly, looking around my kitchen. “This isn’t that confined.”

“It’s confined enough for me.” She chuckles and I kiss her again.

“Shall I get on with the dinner?” she asks, breaking the kiss eventually, both of us a little breathless.

“I think you’d better.”

It doesn’t take long before everything is ready, and Ella plates up two chicken salads with the dressing I made, and we eat in the living room, staring at each other. The food tastes great, but I know we’re both impatient to be elsewhere, and as soon as we’ve finished, I clear away, and come back to her, taking her hand in mine and pulling her to her feet.

I grab her bag as we pass, and then lead her up the stairs… straight to my bed…

“Do you think we’ll always shower together?” Ella asks, looking up at me as I wrap her in a towel before taking one for myself.

“I hope so.”

She smiles, her eyes sparkling and my cock twitches at the memory of her bending over, her hands resting on the tiled wall, while I hammered into her, the water cascading over us, as she gazed at me over her shoulder, crying out for more.

“Why does it do that?” she says, looking down at my hardened cock, her eyes wide.

“Do what?”

“Twitch.”

“Because it’s thinking.”

She smiles. “You’re assuming it has a mind of its own?”

“I know it has a mind of its own… at least sometimes. I can’t seem to control it, anyway… not around you.” She giggles and tips her head.

“What’s it thinking about?”

“You, with my cock in your mouth.”

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