We are sitting at the table, chat over… He gets up, heads to the kitchen to get us drinks. I lean back in my chair, watch him go, wait until he is across the room.
“Come back here.”
He turns, his expression a question, a slight frown, concerned that he has forgotten something. He comes back to me.
“Give me a kiss first.”
He smiles at me, “Yes, Ma’am!”
He leans down to me, I slip a hand around his neck and pull his mouth against mine, a warm, soft, sweet kiss. I release him and push him gently away. He smirks at me, I laugh and shove him towards the kitchen.
I watch his arse as he walks away, he nearly makes it to the kitchen door.
He pivots on one foot, tilts his head, he does a cute little half smile, walks quickly back to me.
Another big smile lights up his face, I reach up to him, he brings his mouth to me, I cup his face and dip my tongue into his mouth, play around his lips a little, he sighs into my mouth. I push him away.
“Off you go, where’s my drink?”
He chuckles, almost skips off to the kitchen. He doesn’t get there.
He turns, he is laughing, he rolls his eyes, exaggerating, he groans as if he is annoyed, “Yessss, Ma’am?!”
I laugh as he trots across the room back to me.
“Kiss! You never kiss me, geez!”
He reaches down for my mouth and I hold him there, soft and tender kisses, nudging at him, he starts to sink under it, he shuffles to get closer to me, I know he wants to drop to his knees. I push him away.
“Off you go then, what… do I have to wait forever for that drink?”
He bounces away from me, looking back every few steps, I let him get around the kitchen door before call him back.
He laughs with delight, “YES MA’AM!!” He runs back to me and waits there with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“KISS!” I demand. We both laugh, still laughing as we lock lips, it is difficult to stop long enough to properly kiss, I make him stay there until I get a decent one, until I feel him start to melt.
I shove him away, “Where’s my drink?! God!”
This time I wait until I hear him opening cupboards in the kitchen…