“I come bearing gifts,” he held out a small cake box. He was in gray pajama bottoms and a long sleeve white t-shirt. I really hope the other gift was him. I opened the door wider and he came in. The pajamas Chels brought me consisted of a short white t-shirt dress with small pink hearts all over. The dress was a v-neck, but thanks to the boob fairy being very stingy with me, it didn’t look as great as it would have on Chels. 

I shuffled forward and motioned to the kitchen. On the stove I had my homemade queso going and ground turkey browning on another burner. Theo sat at the small table and watched me maneuver around. The only thing I wasn’t a fan of in this apartment was the tiny, shotgun kitchen, but I compromised because I really do love everything else. 

I arranged tortilla chips on a pan and layered the meat and cheese on top before switching it with the pan of brownie cups in the oven. He looked at me amazed from the table. “What,” I asked confused. 

“It's kind of mesmerizing watching you in the kitchen. You’re so in your groove, it was like I wasn’t even here,” he revealed. I was kind of stunned. I always felt like I looked crazy in the kitchen, zipping around grabbing things. He reached for a brownie cup and I smacked his hand, “No! Those are still hot.”

Theo looked at me with puppy dog eyes and I giggled as he pulled me onto his lap. “Mel, can I kiss you?” I was a little taken back by the question, but nodded my head slowly. Theo gently guided my chin towards him and softly pressed his lips to mine. I straddled him and deepened the kiss. 

His large hands glided up my exposed thighs as our tongues intertwined. He dragged me closer to him until we were pressed together. His kisses became more urgent and he gripped my ass. I moaned into his mouth. 

We both jumped at the sound of keys hitting the ground. I whipped my head around to see Chels and Remy standing at the front door. Chels started fanning herself and slow clapping. “Shit Mel. That was fucking steamy,” Chels exclaimed as I stared at the couple mortified. Remy grabbed his wife’s arm and led her out the door, “Sorry Melodi.”

The door closed and I awkwardly moved off of Theo’s lap. He looked just as embarrassed and flushed as I probably did. I pulled my dress down and grabbed the nachos from the oven with some oven mitts. 

“So, your sister and her husband seemed nice,” Theo stated to put an end to the silence. “Chels has no filter,” I laughed nervously. Theo glided in behind me and grabbed the plates I was reaching for. “Don’t worry about it. In college, Rayyan and I always tried to make it awkward for each other when we invited people back to our apartment,” Theo chuckled.

We filled ourselves with nachos and talked about our college experiences. Theo and Rayyan went to the same college and both studied business. Rayyan focused on hospitality, while Theo majored in marketing. I told him about the five year program I did to graduate with my MBA and Chels skipping college all together. 

“I’ll grab the desserts. Do NOT pick a movie,” I teased as he headed to the couch holding his chest, pretending to be hurt. I brought the brownie cups filled with vanilla ice cream and a caramel drizzle and a durian cake on another plate.

“You’re going to force me to move in with all this delicious food,” Theo declared as he dug into the brownies. I rolled my eyes playfully and grabbed the remote. Theo slipped behind me right as I went to sit on the couch. I made myself comfortable between his legs and gobbled up the durian cake. “You keep bringing me durian cake and I’ll let you move in.”

I picked an Adam Sandler movie and we laughed and cuddled through it. By the end of the movie, Theo had moved to laying on my lap and I gently massaged his scalp. I turned the TV off and heard Theo’s breathing slow. He must have fallen asleep at some point. It was past eleven o’clock when I checked my phone. 

Gently, I shook Theo awake. He rubbed his eyes, “Crap. What time is it?” I showed him my phone screen as he stretched. Theo rose from the couch slowly and started towards the door. “Theo,” I grabbed his arm. “It's late and you’re tired. Just crash here tonight and head back in the morning.”

“You sure Mel?” He looked at me as if debating whether he should or not. I shrugged my shoulders and headed to my bed to grab my extra comforter. As I closed the closet, I heard Theo’s body fall against my bed. He was already dozing back to sleep when I slid onto the other side of the bed. 

Theo’s huge body took up most of my bed and I couldn’t pull my blanket from under him. I didn’t want to wake him, but I absolutely cannot sleep without blankets. I nudged him with my shoulder. “Theo, get up. I can’t get the blanket.” He laughed sleepily, but obliged. My dress rose as he brought me closer to him under the blanket. Nuzzling into the back of my neck, I felt him take a deep breath as he ran his fingertips across my stomach. He lifted his fingers as they reached the hem of my underwear as if waiting for consent. 

Placing my hand over his, I guided his fingers back towards my underwear. Theo kissed my neck and swiftly found his way between my legs. He teased my entrance by rubbing back and forth without entering. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in, as his tongue swirled against the crook of my neck.

As Theo finally let his finger enter me, I moaned into my pillow and arched my back towards him. Slowly and rhythmically, he took control of my body. Reaching backwards, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, not wanting him to stop. He tried to remove his hand from between my legs and I closed them. He laughed quietly into my neck and pried his hand free, pulling my boyshorts down. Reaching back I freed him from his pants and underwear. 

Just as the tip was at my entrance, he pulled away. I groaned, “Stop teasing me Theo.”

“Well Mel, I would love to, but I didn’t bring a condom,” he sighed. Embarrassed, I mumbled, “I have some in the nightstand on your side.” Reaching over him, I grabbed a condom and straddled him. He looked surprised as I slid the condom down his wide, lengthy shaft. A soft moan escaped from his lips. 

Gripping my waist, he guided me down on top of him. I whimpered at the pressure and he froze. “Mel, are you okay?” Instead of replying, I slowly rose and fell onto him over and over again. His grip tightened on my waist and we began to move in sync. As I reached near my climax, he pulled me off of him and positioned me on my hands and knees. Clutching the headboard, I braced myself. He moved slowly and carefully until the tension in my body eased. Picking up pace, he began to rock into me with powerful thrusts that sent shock waves through my body. 

My body shivered and quaked under him. I released him from my grip and rolled onto my back. I laid there breathlessly as he tugged my dress upwards. I raised my body slightly and finished pulling it over my head. 

Theo stared down at me, cupping my breasts and growling, “Fuck Mel,” before crashing his mouth against mine and spreading my legs with his knee. My heart beat wildly in my chest, as my body yearned for him once more. He sank deep into me as my eyes fluttered shut. Grasping the headboard with his left hand and my waist with his right, he grunted with drawn-out, hard thrusts. 

Losing control, he quickened his pace before tensing and releasing his warmth inside of me. I thought, 'thank god he remembered to wear a condom', as he  pulsed inside of me. We laid there until both of our breathing slowed again. He rolled off of me and pulled me into him, tracing small circles on my arm.

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and stretched. My body ached and I groaned. I should just call out and sleep in, but the sound of my phone ringing forced me out of bed.