She nods and takes a sip of water. “Yup. It’s amazing.”
“It sounds disgusting.”
“Dude, you have to try it. I could eat it forever.”
“Don’t call me dude. Maybe we’ll get some if you’re good.”
She almost squeals with happiness over that. Who knew ice cream would be the thing to finally get some real happiness out of her?
“What do you like?” She tilts her head at me as she waits for my answer, and I love how she’s looking at me as if she really wants to hear what I’m going to say. I chew my food and swallow while I think.
“To eat?”
“Yeah … or anything else you want to tell me.”
I cut up some more chicken and think about how I want to answer her. “As far as food goes, I like meat and vegetables. I’m not into all that sweet stuff you mentioned. I like rough sex, fast cars, loud bikes, pain, music, ink, and little blondes on their knees.”
She almost spits her food out. “Well, that’s an interesting list,” she says.
“Your turn.”
“My list is much more boring than yours. I like soft music, reading, art, angels, nature, photography … and big long-haired guys with control issues.” She says the last part with a shy smile that fuckin’ makes my heart leap. I put my fork down and push my plate away.
“Come over here,” I command.
She blinks at me. “What?”
I grab her hand, tug her until she stands, and pull her onto my lap.
“I thought we were eating.” The slight nervousness in her voice fuels the fire growing in me.
My hand is already down her pants, seeking the heat between her legs. “You’re going to be dessert.” I lift her up effortlessly and sit her on the table in front of me, yanking the sweatpants and panties off her, spreading her legs wide.
“Are you crazy? We can’t do this on the dining room table—”
I lift her legs onto my shoulders and lap at her open pussy, immediately shutting her up. Her head falls back, knocking her water over. She tries to sit up and I push her down, keeping my hand in the middle of her chest to keep her still. I caress her soft folds with my tongue and suck her clit into my mouth, gently biting. She squirms and pushes her hips up against my face. She gets turned on so quickly, I’m going to have to teach her to slow down and savor every moment. I grab her hand and guide it down between her legs, coaxing her to touch herself. She pulls away but I hold her wrist there until she catches on and starts to finger herself as I plunge my tongue deep into her. Her legs tighten around my neck and I stop moving, and let her fuck herself on my tongue while her fingers rub her clit. I feel her coming instantly and grab her hips, pulling her half off the table and pushing my tongue deeper into her. She yanks at my hair. “Stop! Please … I can’t take anymore,” she begs.
I pull her back onto my lap, her legs spread over my waist.