After kissing each other to our fullest, we both headed to the kitchen and I glanced at my husband with a pleading look in my eyes. “I know I should have cooked, but I really can’t make dishes as well as you can! So, can you, perhaps, help me in the kitchen?”
He raised his brows as he glanced at the things placed on the kitchen counter: two pots, a cutting board, a pound of bacon, and a whole bunch of herbs.
“Just what were you trying to make?”
I blushed and bit my lips. “I’m not sure. I just randomly picked up food from the fridge and put it on the table.” I paused and continued. “We can cook together.”
He pulled up his sleeves and put away the towel that dangled on his neck as he mumbled, “Don’t worry, dear. You’ll enjoy the meal I prepared for you.”
I stepped out of the way as he grabbed a blunt-tipped knife, and started to slice his piece of bacon in thin strips. The entire time, I just stood at the entrance of the kitchen door to watch him working effortlessly on the counter. His handsome and youthful body moved here and there. Sometimes, he would bring a knife while heading over to the fridge to fetch out some vegetables. But no matter what he would do, I couldn’t help myself anymore. My eyes seemed to be stuck to his figure as I continued to look at him for what it felt like hours.
I have always loved the process of cooking in that it is the only time for my husband to be both tender and serious.
Just then, he suddenly lifted his head and looked at me. Our eyes met as a trace of blush crept up my cheeks. I instantly moved my eyes away and said in a feeble voice, “I was learning how to make the food.”
He raised his brows and stopped what he was doing. “Oh? Care to tell me what I’m cooking?”
I pursed my lips and refused to say anything. To be honest, I really didn’t see what he was cooking. My eyes were fixed on his body, especially the way that shirt was sticking to his frame, making his chest transparent. Since he just got out of shower, his hair wasn;t dry yet. He had moved the towel hurriedly before heading to the kitchen. So drops of water still stuck to his forehead. His entire image seemed to be making my heart flutter in my chest like an animal who had just wanted to continue to stare longingly at the thing it loved the most.
I blushed even more at my thoughts and shook my head.
A few moments later, he smiled at me and said, “I have cut the onions. Help me prepare the ingredients.”
I knew I was blushing. I stepped forward as I grabbed a bowl and I started to prep the chopped ingredients.
At the same time, he was chopping the vegetables.
There we were like a trained duo. When he started to add the garlic, onions, and bacon to the bowl, he suddenly raised his hand to ruffle my hair, making me stunned. The blush on my face reached my neck and the corner of my ears after watching an amused look on his face.
I quickly lowered my head and concentrated on cooking. Just why the heck did we drift apart when we could have made up and revived our love easily by being honest to each other? I seriously thought that my past self was stupid and naive.
I pursed my lips and continued to prepare the ingredients under my husband’s direction. An hour later, all the tasty and new dishes were ready as he put them all on the table. I honestly didn’t think there could be so many dishes created out of bacon alone. I stared at the table filled with food as saliva secreted in my mouth. I licked my lips and glanced at my husband. “Let’s eat.”
He was already watching my reaction and smiled upon seeing that kind of expression on my face before bending down to peck my lips. “Let’s go.”
So we eat our fill in the dining room filled with all kinds of flowers. It almost looked like I was having a party in a colorful place with my husband. It felt so romantic that I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter in my chest.
Just as I was about to eat the noodles, I got an incredible idea and glanced at Lewis with a mischievous smile on my face. I pressed down the urge to fly away out of shyness and said, “Why don’t we eat together?”
Lewis innocently tilted his head that made my heartbeat rise in my chest. I almost felt as if I was showing a child how to kiss. I pressed my lips in a thin line and lifted up a long piece of noodle and said, “You eat that side while I would chew this side. Let’s see who can chew faster!”
Lewis finally understood what I was going to do and put down his chopsticks and said, “Okay.”
He grabbed one end of the noodle, and I chewed on another end. For a while, we kept staring at each other while continuing to chew it. For a while, I felt an awkward silence befalling on us. Then I took the noodle out of my mouth and said, “Although I would like to try this, let’s do it the next time.”
I didn’t know why I was getting anxious all of a sudden. It might be because I was suddenly getting an impulse to just jump in my husband’s arms and rub myself against him as if I were a kitten who finally found her way back to her owner.
I discarded the food on the table instantly and sat on his lap before pressing my lips to his. I was full anyway. So it wouldn’t hurt to do some exercise.
Both of us were done with the food. So when I kissed him, he instantly reacted. His hands went on my waist as he brought me closer to him. I moved my lips with him in sync as I nibbled on his lower lips before my tongue traced them. He opened his mouth and instantly our tongues danced together. We both explored our mouths for a long time before I pulled away, breathing heavily.
I stared at him with a trace of lust in my eyes before I leaned in to kiss him again. After a second round of kissing, we said in a breathless and hoarse voice, “Continue in the bedroom?”
My eyes were moistened as I glanced at him and nodded breathlessly. After we reached the bedroom, both of us forgot about the dishes on the dining table. We weren’t in the mood to clean up. Instead, he hurriedly took off his shirt and my top before pushing me on the bed gently. After that, his hands went directly to the back of my chest before unhooking the bra.
We were still kissing each other as our lips were moving in sync. Soon after that, I felt his hands covering my breast, squeezing it gently, making me moan. My reaction seemed to excite him a little. So he uses his fingers to pinch my nipples before fiddling with them continuously.
I arched my back breathlessly, and I said once we separated, “Just get in there already!”
I felt like my vagina was about to burst out of so much pleasure that had made me burn in lust. Then, without asking for his consent, my hands went down inside his pants and grabbed his big tent that was already bulging and ready to get inside of me. But before doing anything, I stared at his eyes with a trace of affection. “Lewis, let’s start a new life.”
What I meant was clear. This time, I didn’t want us to be using protection and wanted to start a new life after all these years of marriage.
Lewis’s body froze as a surprised expression appeared on his face. In reply to my words, he kissed me fiercely without holding back.