Stick to this

"Rupert!" I gaped at him. “I swear you should really stop seeing me as a food you eat.”

He just laughed at me because of my scandalous reaction. He even teased me by pressing his hard groin on my behind.

"Now that we have a deal, let's start cooking. You have to eat real food," I felt his hot breath just beneath my earlobe, "so that I can eat you too."

"Come on, Rupert!" I could feel how flustered my face was while feeling how the sensitive flesh in between my legs started to get wet by his playful green jokes.

In the end, we ended up flirting with each other while cooking. There were times that he would seriously give me instructions on what to do while most of the time, he would playfully kiss or touch me while concentrating on what he was teaching me. I was not really sure how he managed to do that.

"Rupert! Oh gosh, your hand!" I scolded him while I was stirring the adobo sauce I was cooking. I glared at him as I felt his hands massaging one of my breasts on top of my shirt. He wa