Kiss Me All Over- Hot Kisses

This is a three part series that will be posted over a two week time frame.

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My lover lay down in bed next to me. He breathed out as he wrapped his arms around me. It had been a long day and I could tell that we were both ready to go to sleep. I closed my eyes for what I thought was a second.

When they opened back up, through the curtains I could see the sun rising. The light fractured off in dozens of beams, spreading light all over the room. I rolled over and smiled to find that he was still lying there.

His body looked so perfect to me. A soft fur covered his chest, he had strong, supple arms. His eyes, when they were open, were a piercing blue. I shivered as I remembered his intense gazed, almost hypnotizing.

I ran my hand across his chest and started to massage him. He began to rouse and open his eyes. I kissed his body, working my way up to his lips. I liked being sensual and tease him. He smiled groggily and sat up.

"What time is it?" he looked around for a watch.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, "quarter-after nine, why?"

I was slightly disappointed and trying kissing him again. He lay back down and put his head on the pillow.

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For most of the morning we spent our time pleasing each other. Sweat drenched my skin, from both the summer's heat and from his passion. I nearly fell back to sleep but, caught myself before I slipped off.

I walked out into the kitchen, clutching my bath robe around myself. I wanted to make him something special for breakfast. I shifted through his cupboards, then his pantry. I conceded defeat when I couldn't find anything remotely healthy to make.

He stumbled out, and I had to laugh at him because it looked as though he were drunken. He rubbed his eyes wearily, "if you're looking for something to eat, you'd do best looking in the fridge. I don't even know how old the stuff in the cupboard is."

I dropped the box of Oreos that I had picked up, "I knew that," I feigned intelligence.

His house wasn't particularly messy but, ever since I had walked through the door I had the feeling that something was off about it. Everything seemed new and exciting at first, but now that the newness was wearing off I started to feel strange.

For instance: I would normally put the knives in a top drawer but, he puts them hanging in a cupboard. I found that out when I went to get a glass of water, which by the way, it took me fifteen minutes to find a cup. When I did, they were all underneath the sink. I meant to ask him last night, but I never got them chance.

I decided that I would go scouting while he was out at work today. Maybe I could find more things-in-odd-places. My OCD was itching to put things back into the right place.

Cautiously I walked over to the fridge and opened the door. To my surprise, everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be. The eggs were stacked on the door, in the egg-holder, the milk was on the top shelf, and the vegetables had been neatly wrapped and put away in a bottom drawer.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when he walked up behind me and touch my back. "Jump much? What's got you worked up?"

"Oh... sorry. I am just feeling kind of weird. I think that I need air, that's all," I shut the fridge door. Clutching my bath robe even tighter I paced back to the bedroom and started putting on my clothes.

My intuition was screaming for me to run out of his house. I felt like someone was going to jump out from behind a door and grab me. Something definitely didn't feel right about being here. Maybe I was too drunk last night to notice?