Making Bacon

I stand in front of the stove, shaking my hips, stirring the scrambled eggs and turning the bacon.

The sizzling sound of the bacon merges with the beats of "Burning up" by Jessie J and sets the mood of the song. I flip the pancake in the other pan while moving my body to the beat.

I am in a blue tank top with horizontal white stripes, a pink Betty Boo shorts and matching bed slippers.

I place the scrambled eggs in a ceramic dish that is on the marble countertop island. Then I put the bacon in another and the pancakes in the next. I turn off the stove, turning towards the island and proceed to sort out the food. One plate for me, Roxie and Johnattan.

As much as Johnattan and I are not on good terms - well at least to me, I'm a guest in his home so it's okay if I make breakfast for him.

And it's not like he ordered me... I'm not his slave. It's just a kind gesture.

I place the Styrofoam plate piled with bacon, pancake bits and eggs on the floor and Roxie digs in. I smile at her and pet her head. I turn to the counter and check on the coffee. I take out two mugs, fill them with the dark liquid and added milk.

Suddenly "Want to want me" by Jason Derulo comes on and I whoop. I start to sing, moving my feet and swaying to the beat. I place the coffee on the island, take a dish towel swinging it over my head and moving my hips side to side.

"Girl you're the one I want to want me and if you want then girl you got me!" I sing as I wipe the counter clean of grease and water.

I move the pans off the stove and into the sink, turning on the water. After plugging and filling the sink, I spin around and I come eye to... chest with Johnattan.

I take in his well-toned chest and frown slightly when I see that there aren't any more curls for me to tug and twirl. His chest is smooth, muscular and with each breath he takes his pecks push up to say 'here we are'.

I look up to meet his eyes and I find them filled with amusement. He smirks at me and I raise a brow.

"Ms. Hase I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says in a husky tone.

"Do what Mr. Blake?" I ask innocently. I mentally laugh, I should stop using that word to describe what I do.

"Moving your body in such a seductive, sexy and graceful way," he says as his hands run over my hips. "You'll flip on a switch you won't be able to turn off easily."

He yanks me towards his hip and his boner jabs me in my stomach. I stare at him eyes wide, he smirks which causes me to roll my eyes. "I have better things to do than have that little guy jab me."

I push away and walk towards the island. I take up a mug and am about to drink when I feel a body against mine. His hands grab my breasts and I become frozen in time.

He leans to my ear and blows on it, massaging my breasts through my top. He forces his erection onto my lower half and I bite my lip.

"I want you Christi," he breathes down my neck as he kisses his way down.

I place the mug on the island, tilting my head to the side with a moan. His hands taunt my breasts, swishing them in his large hands and pushing them together, pulling at my hardened nipples. His right-hand slips into my tank top and grabs my bare breast taking my nipple between his fingers like a cigar.

Goose bumps erupt from my skin and pleasure pools between my legs as his hand comes in contact with my bare breast. A warm sensation shivers down my spine and spreads to every part of my body.

As his left-hand pulls at my hard nipple his right slowly shims down my side. He soon reaches the bottom of my tank top, pulling at the hem and trails his finger across the soft flesh of my stomach. My breath quickens at his action and soon I'm panting trying to squeeze oxygen in my lungs.

He slides his hand into my shorts and I quickly slap my hand onto his, holding it still.

"I know you want to, Christi," he whispers huskily. "I know you want to feel me inside of you."

He bites my ear softly and tugs on it in persuasion, making my body weak. A moan escapes my lips as release my hold and his hand slides further down. I hold the countertop in a death grip as he tugs on the small curls of pubic hair and I close my eyes leaning forward so that my ass pushes against his boner.

He groans in arousal and soon he's at my core. I gasp as his fingers flicked my clit, pleasure striking me and I jut at the stimulation. He pinches and caresses my clitoris and I squeeze my eyes close as arousal shocks me like surges of electricity.

My sex jumps in anticipation causing my stomach to clench and churn. I breathe hard, my breaths become shaky and laboured.

"Johnattan," I moan as I fight my body for dominance but I'm failing miserably.

He grinds his erection on my ass and we both moan. His finger slips pass my folds and slams into my entrance without hesitation. My body jerks from the sudden attack and I release an agonizing cry.

He moves his finger in and out slowly allowing my entrance to become slippery enough for the ride. I moan as he hooks his finger and tugs at my sex causing my insides to clench with pleasure.

"You feel nice," he whispers.

"Don't stop," I state in a demanding voice.

He twirls his finger inside of me and I brace on the counter for support. My body is jumping quicker than an energizer bunny on crack. The movement of his finger to his erection grinding against my ass is agonizing. I can barely hear his moans of pleasure over mine, I feel like a virgin getting fingered for the first time. The feeling of his penetration, his finger twirling and pulling at my walls and pulling out of me only to push back into me swiftly.

Johnattan pulls out and I am holding onto the countertop, his chest on my back and we are both breathing hard. His fingers play with my pubic hair and I shiver in delight and want. I want to feel him inside of me again, not only his fingers but his manhood. Feel him slam into me over and over again.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asks as his fingers circle my soaking entrance.

I nodded not being able to speak and he moves his mouth to my ear.

"Good cause I'm not done yet," my eyes widen and I scream out as three of his colossal fingers slam into me.

I jerk from my bed, eyes wide and I'm breathing heavily. I look about and find myself in a familiar cream room, his guestroom.

I sigh as I realized it is just a dream.

I am just dreaming.

A feeling of disappointment fills me. Call me horny and deprived but I want that dream to become a reality. I want him to tease me, to please me and unravel me. I want to own his body, make him scream my name and beg me for more.

I shake my head and untangle my body from the sheets. These thoughts are corrupting my mind, get them out Tina.

I yawn, stretch my arms and walk towards the door. I need to eat and hopefully coffee can get these sexual thoughts out of my mind.

Or heighten it.

I lazily pull my body across the room and open the door, making my way to the hall.

I shake my hair as I walk towards the kitchen. I stop at Johnattan's door, it's silent. He must be asleep. I shrug and continue on my path towards the kitchen.

The scent of bacon filled my nostrils and I pause at the wall as my stomach rumbles. I'm starving and it smells like someone's cooking!

I walk into the kitchen and my mouth falls.

Around the stove in nothing but his underwear is Johnattan. The muscles in his back move as he stirs the eggs and I groan at how sexy he looks. His black hair is messy, his underpants is hanging low on his hips and I'm just itching to slap that ass.

He whirls around and comes eyes to eyes with me. His eyes run over me and he smirks at my attire.

"Morning Christi sleep well?"