I opened the refrigerator door, illuminating the dark kitchen. My bare skin turned to gooseflesh from the cold air that drifted from it. As I pulled out the water pitcher, I felt warm hands slide over my ribcage, clasp beneath my breasts.
“I got impatient,” Alicia said as she kissed the sensitive place behind my ear.
I smiled, a small gasp escaping my throat when I felt Alicia’s teeth graze my earlobe. I pulled out the pitcher and set it on the counter, bracing one hand against the refrigerator. “Ahh,” I said, breathlessly, “I thought you were thirsty.”
Alicia pressed closer in reply, one hand cupping my breast, fingers tracing my nipple, as the other traveled down over my belly. I closed the refrigerator door and leaned against it, anticipating. Her hand squeezed the curve of my pelvic bone.
She murmured against my neck, “You still haven’t gotten me that water,” and then bit down, deliciously hard enough to make my knees buckle.
“You’re not much help,” I said. I attempted to turn around, but Alicia did not allow it. Her hips undulated against me and I couldn’t help but move with her. I reached up and grasped the nape of her neck with my left hand, my right gripping the top of the refrigerator door, slippery with sweat.
She pulled away slightly and before I could even think to try once again to face her, she had slipped her fingers into me from behind.
If she hadn’t been holding me so tightly, I would have fallen.
I craned my neck around to kiss her as she moved inside me.
It was a long time before she got her water.