Happiness on a plate

Léa concentrates on her dish, gently stirring the sauce in a pan while the eggs cook in another pan. She hums lightly, happy to be there, in this moment of tranquility with Thomas.

Thomas, still seated at the table, observes him with a teasing smile. After a moment, he stands up discreetly, his gaze filled with mischievous affection. He approaches her, quietly, and when he arrives right behind her, he gently places his hands on her hips. Léa jumps slightly, surprised but amused.

_Léa: “What are you doing? You should be sitting down, right?” She asked, laughing lightly.

Thomas doesn't respond right away. He slowly leans towards her, his lips gently brushing her neck. He kisses her tenderly, his warm breath caressing her skin. Léa closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation.

_Thomas: "I couldn't stay away from you... You smell so good." whispering against his skin

Léa smiles, her heart beating a little faster, but she remains calm. She enjoys the moment, but a teasing idea comes to mind. With one hand, she grabs the sauce ladle she was holding and turns abruptly, brandishing the utensil between them.

Léa, teases, with a false threatening air:

"Hands off, sir! If you continue like that, I'm going to have to threaten you with that ladle."

Thomas bursts out laughing, raising his hands in surrender, but he doesn't back down. His gaze remains playful, full of desire and complicity.

Thomas with a mischievous smile:

"Really? And what are you going to do with a ladle?"

Léa with a mischievous look, gently shaking the ladle

_Léa “I could very well spill all the sauce on you. But, I’ll be nice… I’ll let you choose.”

_Thomas curious, approaching a little again: “Choose what, exactly?”

Léa looks at him with a mysterious smile, her eyes shining with mischief.

_Léa with a playful tone: “Well, there are two options: either you let me finish preparing this delicious meal in peace, or… you wait for me quietly and I will serve you at the table, me and the dish that I am cooking. You can choose which one you prefer.”

She winks at him, her voice full of innuendo. Thomas looks at her, amused and intrigued.

Thomas with a seductive smile

_"You and the meal? That's a difficult choice..."

He approaches once again, his hands gently brushing Léa’s arms. She doesn't push him away right away, but she keeps the ladle raised as a warning.

_Thomas: “But I think I would choose you every time.” He whispered with a teasing smile

Léa stares at him for a moment, amused by his charm. She lets out a small laugh before pulling away slightly, brandishing the ladle again with determination.

Léa, laughing, while leaning back a little: "Okay, okay, Mr. Charmer. But for now, let me finish cooking, or I'll forbid you from tasting anything. "

Thomas, pretending to be injured:

“You would be able to be so cruel? Deprive me of your incredible cooking and you?”

Léa, smiling: "If you continue to distract me, yes! Come on, go sit down. It will be ready in five minutes, and believe me, you won't want to miss it."

She gently pushes him towards the table with the ladle, but Thomas can't help but laugh as he obeys. He returns to his seat, his eyes still fixed on her, admiring her determination and her natural charm.

Thomas: "Okay, okay. But you know I don't really need to choose. You're the best part of the meal."

Léa shakes her head, amused, while continuing to prepare the last details of the meal. She carefully finishes setting the plates, then places the dishes on the table with a satisfied smile.

Léa, smiling, while placing the plate in front of him: “Here you are, sir. It’s your turn to enjoy now.”

Thomas looks at her, grateful, and reaches out his hand to gently pull her towards him.

_Thomas: "Thank you, Léa. You are truly perfect." he confessed with tenderness

She, sitting opposite him, a radiant smile on her lips

_Léa: “I do my best to make you happy.”

They look at each other with obvious complicity, ready to savor both the meal and this shared moment.

After they finished their meal, the soft light from the kitchen bathed the room, creating an intimate ambiance. Thomas gently placed his plate down, and his gaze fell on Léa. A knowing silence settled between them.

He approached her slowly, his breathing slightly ragged, as if trying to measure each step.

When he reached her, he delicately slid a hand over her cheek, his fingers brushing her skin with infinite tenderness.

Their eyes met, and without a word, Thomas tilted his head slightly, placing a soft, deep kiss on her lips. It was not a simple gesture; it was a silent promise, a bond that only the two of them could understand.

Léa closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the heat that invaded her body. She responded to this kiss, at first with slight hesitation, then with growing passion, as if each second caused a flood of uncontrollable emotions to rise within her.

Their breathing intertwined, faster, deeper. Thomas, sensing this mutual desire, moved away slightly, only to catch Léa's expression one last time, before delicately lifting her and placing her on the edge of the table.

He runs a cold hand over Léa's slit, which elicits a low moan from the depths of her throat.

_Ahh! Unhhh she moaned

Their movements were slow but determined, each movement charged with this electric tension which enveloped them. The cold wood of the table contrasted with the heat of their bodies.

Each brush, each breath exchanged became an invisible caress, amplifying this irrepressible need to find each other, to become one.

While Thomas caresses Léa's buttocks, he kisses her tenderly, infiltrating his tongue little by little into hers.

Léa for her part was carried away by the caresses of her boyfriend, her eyelids gently lifted, tilting her head back while stretching

The murmurs that escaped Léa's lips, interspersed with shivers, seemed to resonate in the room. His hands slid down Thomas's back, searching for an anchor in this moment of abandonment.

With each movement of Thomas' hips, Léa lets out a cry, as if his erection was panting, hard and needy at the same time.

Both were carried away, as if the world around them had frozen, and only their emotions remained palpable.

Their hearts beat in unison, their bodies responding to a silent and instinctive choreography, where each gesture became a declaration of love.

_Ahh, I missed you darling. Lea whispered

_ you even more my heart, you are so good yesss.

Wave after wave and tensions soaring around these two hearts, one reached orgasm and Léa, crazy with needs, wanted more, as if she had an inordinate sexual appetite, but no. It was Thomas who knew how to deal with her.

She cried out, then a sigh and a wave like an electric shock passed through her, bringing out her own orgasm.

A blow.

She lies on her back and Thomas collapses on top of her and their hearts, beating in unison, sweat flooding their skin.

It was fabulous, these moments of pleasure shared between Léa and Thomas.