That soup, aside from my mother's soup, was the best chicken noodle soup I have ever had in my entire life. My stomach feels about ten thousand times better because of it and well, because of Monica. Monica had cooked for me, taken care of me and I'm still wondering as to why that is. I mean, yeah, we fucked but that's about it. Well, beside the fact I told her to get the fuck out of my apartment because of my raging internal demons.

Let's not go there.

We didn't say much to each other during dinner and the only reason I'm assuming it was dinner is due to the fact that it's dark outside. I'm still wondering how I'd managed to stay asleep for that long. The fact that I had slept that long with Monica in my apartment is even more astonishing. How I'd managed to sleep through her cooking I'll never know.

"Where's your Tupperware?" She asks from the kitchen, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Up there." I jerk my head to the cabinet above the stove. She nods, turns and tries to open the cabinet but she's too short. "Here," I walk over and grab a few containers for her. She makes a strange face as she studies them. "They're old take-out containers." I state trying to clear up the confusion written all over her face.

"Oh." She doesn't say anything else and I'm glad.

Not knowing what to do with myself I head into the bathroom to clean myself up. I can't even remember the last time I brushed my teeth or had a damn shower. I turn on the sink faucet and scrub away the last of the soup from my mouth. After that, I grab a bar of soap and wash my face. Finally, once the majority of the filth is cleaned away, I look at my reflection.

I don't look my best but I sure as hell don't look my worst. My black hair is askew atop my head, my scruff has grown out a tad longer than I'd like and my eyes are bloodshot. A splash of water and a comb takes care of the first but the semi-beard will have to wait. As for the eyes a few drops of Visine will take care of that.

I head back into the kitchen once I feel somewhat put back together and relax as I lean against the counter top. Monica is scrubbing each pan and dish methodically, singing under her breath to herself. It's so low that she probably doesn't think I hear it but I do and I really like the sound.

I study her as I stand there with my arms crossed against my chest. Her wavy brown hair is tied up high on her head but the length of it still brushes the space between her shoulder blades. She hums some more to herself, swaying from side to side and the sight makes the carnivorous lion want to tear right out of me.

I want to grab her by that ponytail, bend her over that sink and make her scream so fucking loud she... An epiphany smacks me right in the face, right in the middle of the little fantasy taking place inside of my head.

Jesus Christ, what is wrong with me? It would appear I'm turning into Norman Bates. There's worse things, right? Yeah, no, there's probably not.

I take a step towards her not being able to help myself. I wrap my arms around her waist and bend down to place a kiss on her neck. She stands still underneath me but I can tell her breathing has accelerated. "Thank you." I say the words but I want to show her just how thankful I really am. And by show her I really mean pleasure her relentlessly.

"Yooou're," she stutters a bit as I run my tongue slowly along the crook of her neck. "Yooou're welcome." I bite down hard then suck on her skin. She gasps at first but that quickly turns into a small moan. "Sssean..."

I cut her off from what sounds like the possible beginning of a protest by teasing the hem of her jeans with my finger. "I just want to thank you." I unbutton her jeans with one hand as I slip the other inside of them. She's wearing lace panties which turns me on even more. "Can I thank you?" I whisper the words into her ear making her tremble like a little bird inside of my arms.

"Sean, that's probably not a good idea..." and even though she says that she backs up into me, pressing her perfectly round ass against the crotch of my sweatpants. She reaches up and runs her fingernails over the back of my neck as she pushes that delicious back end into me a bit more. The pleasurable sensation makes me let out a small grunt into her neck.

I slide my fingers against her warm wet slit slowly, teasing her. Monica's hand grips my neck tighter, digging her nails even deeper into the skin there as I begin to swirl her clit with my middle finger. With my free hand I tug her ponytail back, making her look up into my eyes as I slip a finger deep inside of her.

The little mmph noise that escapes her lips as I begin to pump into her core makes my cock rock solid. She's panting as she stares up into my eyes, begging me to give her more. And I'm going to give her so much more. Monica has no idea how much I really want to satisfy her.

I work her more, drawing her right up to the point of pleasurable bliss before pulling my hand away from her soaking wet core. She immediately furrows her eyebrows in frustration. That look on her face combined with knowing she wants more, makes my inner ego smirk. "Turn around, Monica. Let me properly thank you."

She quirks an eyebrow at me before slowly turning. "And how do you plan on doing that?" She asks breathlessly.

By burying my face between your legs.

"You'll see soon enough." I say as I bring my hands to the bottom of her shirt before slowly pulling it up over her head. I kiss her lips tenderly as I let my hands undo the clasp of her bra. She slowly rolls it off, freeing her beautiful breasts. I cup each one before pinching her nipples causing her to moan against my lips.

I begin to drop down to my knees in front of her, kissing every taught bit of skin on the way down. Letting my hands rub against every curve of hers before I reach the fabric of her jeans. I work them and her black lace thong off of her until she's standing there completely naked.

Her legs begin to quiver in front of me and the action causes me to look up at my mouthwatering deity. She's so fucking beautiful it almost hurts. I bring my hands to her thighs and slowly separate them. Whoever thought I'd want to pleasure someone so badly just for making me some fucking chicken noodle soup? I'm completely losing my mind over this woman.

"Are you just going to keep staring at me?" Monica asks as she pulls her chocolate waves free, letting them spill over her chest down to her waist . "Or are you going to properly thank me?" She quirks a cocky brown brow up at me as she leans back against the counter.

Part of me wants to laugh because she sounds like yours truly, but the other half of me is so fucking turned on I can barely contain myself. I look away from her smoldering gaze and begin kissing the other set of her lips. Monica tastes like absolute heaven, pure fucking bliss.

I lap my tongue languidly against her folds, savoring her flavor as she fists her hands in my hair. I grab each one of her plump round globes in my hand as I press my face deeper into her heat. She's soaking wet from her near orgasm earlier and I can tell she wants to, needs to release as she thrusts herself against my mouth.

She wants it faster, rougher and so I give it to her. I take two fingers and press them up into her aching core. I can feel her practically throbbing for release. Her breathing begins to come out in loud shaky breaths as her hand grips in my hair painfully. I pump my fingers in and out of her as she rides my face.

Monica moans my name between each ragged breath, each merciless stroke of my fingers but she's not prepared at all for what I'm about to do. Get ready sweetheart, I'm about to blow your mind. I take my index and middle fingers, curving them just so before pounding them relentlessly against her sweet spot. It only takes a few more moments before I know she's reached an entirely different fucking atmosphere.

And I know she's reached an entirely new realm of pleasure because she's screaming my name like a fucking banshee. I'm pretty sure everyone on this side of town can hear her. The other reason I know this is because of the amount of fluid she just gushed all over me. Thank god my kitchen has laminate flooring.

I took my fingers out of her a moment after she started letting go. She is a fucking goddess, a trembling, soaking wet fucking mess, but a goddess nonetheless. A goddess that's just dripped her holy water all over my kitchen floor.

"Whatttt ddd..." She sounds like she's wasted and I smirk because I know it was me, myself and fucking I who made her do that for what I'm guessing is the very first time. Her drunken orgasmic face is now looking down at me as if she's horrified though.

"I made you squirt." She crinkles her face at me and I can't help but laugh. I take off my shirt, that is now fucking drenched and wipe up her remnants from the floor. The entire time I can feel her staring at me in mortification. I look over my shoulder, "Sweetheart, if I made you feel fucking amazing then you've nothing to feel bad about." She doesn't saying anything which makes me roll my eyes at her. "You better stop fucking looking at me like that or I'm going to make you do it again." Her eyes go wide, turning into giant scared saucers.

"Mmmy clothes..." she manages to mumble out looking at the soaking wet heap. My ego just grew about twenty times its size. And I thought the damn thing couldn't get any bigger.

"You want to take a shower?" Technically she just gave me one but her legs are still partially covered in her own orgasmic fluid. Wait a second, what words just came out of my fucking mouth? I want to punch myself in my soaking wet pussy-drenched face.

"Yyyy yah..." She nods as she takes a step forward and almost falls like a newborn giraffe. She immediately grabs onto the counter for support. "Jesus Sean, what did you do to me?"

"I already told you." I give her a wink and a smirk. I hold out a hand to her and she looks at me questioningly. "Just fucking take it, alright. I'm fine." At least I think so, or I'm fucking delusional off her pussy juice. I did get a bit in my eyes. So, there's that, right?

She hesitantly takes my hand and steps away from the counter. I lead her into the bathroom without feeling like my skin is going to melt off from touch exposure, surprisingly. I'm just going to chalk it up to the fact I just made my woman have a life altering orgasm.

I lean in, turn on the shower and begin to take the rest of my clothing off until I'm as naked as she is. Then I realize what I'd just thought to myself. My woman. As in Monica is in some way mine. As in belonging to me.

I look over at her in shock and she just quirks an eyebrow at me because she doesn't realize the inside of my fucking dome just malfunctioned monumentally. "Fuck me in the shower?" She purrs as she steps inside and that snaps me right out of whatever path my deranged brain was going down.

"Oh, you bet your sweet ass I will."