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Rosa smiled as the door opened, giving a playful wave to her host before being asked to step inside. Thanking him, she removed her shoes and followed him in, the aroma of spice hitting her senses. Her smile grew at the sight of Artem in an apron, covering his black t-shirt and jeans ensemble.
“You’re here early,” he said while taking a quick glance at his watch.
“I just… couldn’t help myself,” she responded, smiling gently at him, “I know we saw each other all week at work but… this is our time… you know?” She felt her face grow warm, her head tilting downward as a wave of nervousness passed over her. She felt a finger under her chin, making her look up to see a warm smile.
“Of course,” he replied, leaning in and giving her a chaste kiss. “I’ll have to warn you though,” he stepped back, motioning for her to walk in further with him, “you’ll have to endure watching me cook.” A light laugh bubbled up from her, waving her hand dismissively.
“Oh perish the thought,” she joked, sitting down when she was guided to the couch.
“You can turn on the TV or music player if you like. Remotes for both on the coffee table. Can I get you anything to drink?”
"No, I'm fine,” she said, watching him turn and walk away. While given options to amuse herself, Rosa couldn’t help observing him move around the kitchen, placing items on the counter and setting up different materials to have readily available for him to begin. Something about seeing him work here was just so different, from him being in casual wear and using an apron to realizing that he was quietly humming to himself. It brought a smile to her face, her attention focused solely on him. After about five minutes, Rosa found herself restless, bouncing up from the couch and moving over to the island where he was working. Blue eyes lifted from his work, a light blush creeping over his cheeks at realizing he was singing to himself. “Can I help?” The question had his eyebrows rise in interest, giving a quick look around before motioning for her to come over to his side.
“You want to cut the vegetables?”
“Sure. I think I can manage,” she said, eyeing what was set up. What she seemed to miss was his frown, taking note of the wording she used. It was the pause of silence that finally had her glancing over to see his concerned expression.
“Have you been getting too much takeout again?” To avoid answering his completely correct answer, Rosa grabbed the cutting knife, brandishing it more like a weapon as she gave him a nervous smile.
“Don’t worry, Artem, I got this covered!”
“Careful,” he exclaimed, reaching out to try and stop her from hurting herself. As she opened her eyes, everything felt as if it was in slow motion as Rosa caught sight of her foolishness, watching as he yelped and pulled his hand back in alarm. The sound of the metal knife clattering against the island countertop was all that could be heard as she rushed forward, only to watch him coil around his hand and turn away.
“Oh my God, Artem! I’m so sorry. Please let me see it,” she tried reaching again, only for him to give her a nervous smile.
“N-no, it’s fine. It’s not deep.”
“Artem, please, oh I’m so stupid. You were just telling me.”
“Really, Rosa, it's not that bad. It's more that it… startled me, is all.” He gave her a reassuring smile but all that did was make her frown more, her brows knitted in worry. Trying once more, she reached for him, making sure to move slower this time. She was able to grasp his hand, finally seeing the damage she'd done. A fresh cut was displayed on his index finger, blood dripping down his hand in thin rivets from him moving so fast.
“Where is your first aid?”
“Rosa-”
“Where is it, Artem?” Letting out a sigh, he motioned behind her.
“It’s in the bathroom. Really it’s not that bad. You just,” he watched her turn to look back at him, “have to be careful next time, is all.”
“Wait here.” As she hurried off to retrieve the desired item, the blue eyed male undid his apron with his other hand, taking it off and laying it on the island. Meanwhile, Rosa was fumbling through the cabinets in the restroom, muttering to herself how stupid she was. Artem had warned her and she was so embarrassed at him calling her out to not hear him. He was telling me and now he’s hurt. I can’t believe I did that. Pausing for a moment, she let out a breath, her brows still scrunched in disappointment and worry. As she focused, she realized that the box was right in front of her as she grabbed it and hurried back. She gave him a pained smile as she returned, seeing that he listened to her and waited. Placing the kit down, she grabbed his hand again, pushing her hair behind her ear as she looked it over.
“I’m telling you, it’s not that bad,” he murmured gently, letting her examine him regardless.
“Let’s wash it first.” Tugging him lightly, she brought him to the sink and turned on the water, making sure it was at least a little warm. As the smear of red cleaned away, she was able to calm down and see that he was right, observing a small cut on the very tip of his index finger. Again I wasn’t listening… but I was freaking out so that should get a pass… right? Looking up at him, she was once again greeted with a warm smile, a gentle expression that held no blame.
“See?”
“You are so good to me, Artem,” she whispered, peering down at the cut. A gasp escaped her as his other hand came up to caress her cheek, making her look up as he drew in closer. His lips lightly brushed hers, the kiss tender as if to portray comfort and affection. It left her feeling faint, her heart racing as her cheeks dusted pink. With her grip still on his hand, a thought crossed her mind as she pulled it towards her mouth, the tip of her tongue gliding over the wound gently. She heard him inhale sharply, his body tensing as he stared at her with wide eyes. Closing her eyes, she pushed his finger into her mouth more, his cool skin warming as she began sucking lightly.
“R-Rosa…” Olive green eyes opened, shock flitting in them at the sight of him red faced and breathy. Her forwardness had taken him completely by surprise, his heart hammering at feeling her suckle on his finger. Moving a bit closer, she chuckled lightly as he tried stepping back, his body colliding with the island and keeping him from escaping. He quickly looked over his shoulder as if to confirm what he was against, his free hand gripping the edge to attempt to keep still. The sensation of her tongue swirling along with the warmth sent a chill down his spine and straight to his groin, his legs shifting slightly at the discomfort that was forming. His focus was solely on her closed eyes, her relaxed expression as she continued nibbling at his index finger… so when she palmed his growing erection through his jeans, he couldn't help the shuddering gasp that escaped him. Hearing himself only made his blush darker, his heart hammering in his ears.
"Artem," she breathed out as she peered up at him, eyes half lidded with the tip of his finger resting in her bottom lip.
"Y-yes?" Letting go of his hand, she began kneeling down, nimble fingers opening his belt and button as he protested. "R-Rosa, you don't- I mean-"
"I want to," she cut in, lust glimmering within her olive green eyes. His soft moaning, the taste of his skin as she played with his finger… it was making her heart race, the urge to hear more pushing her forward. His grip on the counter behind him increased as he heard the zipper, feeling the relief as she pulled him free from his dampening confines. She held his heavy length in her hands, eyeing the leaking head while licking her lips. A quick upward glance at him, Rosa leaned forward, slipping him into her mouth the same way she had his finger, swirling her tongue around it to taste. A low moan rumbled from him as he gently slipped his clean hand through her hair, his head tilting back. Shifting a bit so she was more comfortable, Rosa began slowly bobbing her head, savoring the taste and noises from him.
"Ah… Rosa, that feels so good…" Encouraged by his words, she began moving faster, feeling drool already pooling in her mouth. With her hands resting on his thighs, she took a chance to peer up, feeling a heat coil in her abdomen at the sight before her. Artem Wing had his arm holding himself up on the island counter, his eyes closed with his jaw slack as he attempted to keep his breathing under control. A lust filled moan ripped from his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he leaned his head back again. Focusing on her task once more, Rosa reached up to grip his balls, caressing them gently and earning another moan from above. She continued moving along his shaft, her tongue flat against the hard flesh as she lapped at him vigorously. Each flick of her tongue, touch of her hand sent him shuddering, a breathy huff escaping him as he focused on keeping still and on his feet. The fire in his belly coiled, his brows knitted as he moaned her name while keeping his hand on her head. When he felt his hips moving a bit on his own, he stopped her, gently pulling her off himself. The sound of the wet pop along with the thick string of saliva from her lips to his erection gave him another shiver, his half lidded eyes peering down at her lustful expression. Without a word, he grabbed her shoulders and helped to her feet as he captured her lips in a fiery kiss. Rosa hadn’t been expecting it, her eyes wide until it all registered and she relaxed in his grasp. Bringing her arms up as best she could, she held onto him, moaning into the kiss as he deepened it. Turning her to face away from him, Artem’s hand traveled down her body, holding her firmly while caressing her breast under her bra as he undid her pants with one hand. Slipping into her panties, he found her swollen and drenched for him, a whimper escaping her at his touch. “Is this what sucking on me does to you,” he whispered low, relishing in the sounds she made.
“Please, more,” she murmured, gasping with each sensation he gave her. With the smell and taste of him still lingering for her, Rosa didn’t take much before she was grinding on his hand, begging for more until he pushed her over. The blue eyed male relished in the sounds she made, feeling her nipples harden as she rode out her orgasm. All at once Rosa could hear items sliding along the island, her body now resting on its countertop as Artem bent her over it, helping fully pull off her pants and panties in one go. “A-Artem!” She found herself gripping the counter to keep still, feeling her left leg being lifted to the side as the head of his erection rubbed against her dripping sex.
“You look delicious,” he murmured, licking his lip as he enjoyed the view before him. She tried her best to glance over her shoulder at him, her body still reeling from her release. Not giving her any chance to recover, he thrusted into her in one go, watching her throw her head back as a deep moan ripped from her. With one hand holding her leg and the other on her hip, he started moving, feeling her clench around him as the sound of flesh slapping echoed. To feel Artem fill her after her orgasm sent sparks through her body, barely able to register that she needed to hang on. She mewled loudly, her jaw hanging open as she tried breathing as her eyes fluttered. “So close… you feel so good.” It was all too much for him between her already sucking on him and the gasps she let out, thrusting into her a few more times before spilling his seed within her warmth. He leaned over her, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down his brow. The world zoned back in for them as Artem slipped out, his essence beginning to ooze from her and drip down her thighs. Leaning up, she was greeted with a kiss to her temple as she turned towards him slightly, the affection gentle and loving. “You want to clean while I fix things here?”
“But… your cut,” she mumbled hazily, hearing him chuckle in her ear.
“I think it's safe to say that is fine. Go on.” There was a bit of a wobble that had him lunging to make sure she didn’t topple but Rosa managed to collect her clothing and make her way to the bathroom while Artem cleaned up himself and items that had been scattered in the haze of their lovemaking. As she returned fully dressed to cuddle on the couch, she could see he was fixing something on the counter, the stove brought back to life again as he began his cooking process. With the comfort and aroma of pleasant fragrances, she found herself curled up and falling asleep. A warm hand on her forehead roused her from her sleep, peering up into an ocean of blue. “Hey, beautiful… food’s ready.” She could hear soft instrumental music playing in the background, the smell of food helping in waking her up. Still, she couldn’t resist as she gave him a drowsy lopsided smile.
“But I already had dessert.” The blush on his face was absolutely priceless.