Hungry for more

My girlfriend's wandering the kitchen like she wants food. But the second I catch her eyes—wet, sharp, wicked—I know better. She's hungry for cock. Her hands are already down my front before I can speak, and her tongue parts my lips like she's tasting the word please. She kisses me open. Deep. Then her palm presses the shape of me through my jeans, slow circles that make me twitch. She pulls away just long enough to smirk and whisper, 'Kitchen's closed. I'm having you instead.'