I chuckle and nod my head. “Yes, I do.”
Next, she leads me into the kitchen. There are two flutes and a bottle of Champagne with little red ribbons tied around them ready to be opened and enjoyed sitting on the bar.
She glides over to them and her robe floats around stilettoed form fitting black ankle boots. She picks up a remote and cues some soft music, then she says, “I thought we would toast to our reunion.”
“I’ll drink to that.” I follow her in.
She pushes the bottle of champagne to me, and I remove the foil, then work the cork back and forth until it pops out and shoots its wad to the ceiling where it ricochets off at a high rate of speed to God only knows where. A white mist comes out of the neck as she pushes the two flutes for me to pour the bubbly liquid into.
“I just love when a man opens a bottle of Champagne.”
Her wicked grin and her naughty eyes gives me a whole other level of understanding why women are fascinated with the drink.
When the flutes are halfway full, we each take one, raise them in the air, and she says, “Here’s to finding each other again.”
We clink the crystal together then drink. She swallows more than a little sip, more like two big gulps, so I do too.
I raise my glass, and she holds her up. “Here’s to Mistletoe.”
She giggles, the clinks, then drinks. We stare at each other enjoying the memory of us, then she sets her flute down and says, “I have some sweet goodies to go with the champagne.”
She opens the refrigerator, leans in, and pulls out a tray covered with chocolate covered strawberries and some other type of chocolate candy. Her robe has fallen off her shoulder and is exposing a black bra strap.
My cock responds. I like black lingerie.
“Sit, sir. I will serve you a few little sweet treats. You are going to need your energy.”
I sit on the barstool she indicated and watch her prepare the dessert for me. She takes a couple of each and puts them on a small dish.
While I see her actions and ask her, “What are my choices?” I am not paying any attention to the food. My cock still has not totally gone down from the parking lot erection, and the taste and feel of her tit in my mouth is haunting me.
While she works, the silk fabric caresses her breasts, teasing me. I can tell she’s wearing a black bra underneath, but I cannot see enough to tell what kind. Lace or silk? Padded or thin mesh? Push-up or no wire? It doesn’t really matter though. Her breasts are beautiful.
By the time she walks around to me, I’m horny again and ready to suckle her tits until she begs me to fuck her.
She sets the plate in front of me. Then she lifts a long leg up and over, grips my shoulders, and pulls herself into my lap. She sits there staring inches from my face with a look that makes me glad I’m a man.
“Strawberries dipped in chocolate and chocolate covered cherries.”
She flexes her legs to pull her feet up causing her ass constrict on my legs. She is strong.
She sets the stiletto heels of her black boots on either side of my ass, pushes her fingertips deep inside my hair, flexes them, grabbing a handful, then stands.
The red robe falls opens as her body passes an inch away from my face. Her scent of butter and coconut seeps inside as I breathe deep, enjoying her unfolding mounds of softness bundled up in a black lace bra, followed by her toned, flat abs and black lace bikini panties, trimmed with a black garter and hooked to black thigh-high fishnet stockings.
I know better than to grab her. Her balance depends on my sitting still, but man alive is it hard not to.
When her legs are straight, she pulls my hair, tilting my face to look up at her towering over me. All I can see are her tits dangling as she steps carefully backward onto the counter, straddling the plate of sweet morsels.
She slowly shifts her weight from the chair to the counter, and as she does, the view of her beautiful tits are presented in another angle for me to enjoy.
When her face passes over, I pucker my lips, and she pauses long enough to peck them.
She disrobes, letting the silky fabric slide down her body as she slowly lowers her ass to the counter. Her robe folds onto the bar, framing the view of her offering.
Then she straddles the plate of sweet morsels, hangs her legs over the edge, picks up a chocolate covered cherry and pushes it into her cleavage, then pinches a chocolate dipped strawberry between her fingers and holds it out for me.
“Show me how you will eat me.”
I stare at the offering.
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Then I look into her eyes, place my hands on her legs, slide them up and over her hips, slip my fingers into the crack of her ass, and as I stand, I lift her teasing little booty off the counter.
“Oh, my!”
Her shock at my strength is satisfying.
“Fuck the show and tell, babygirl. I’m all about action. Where’s the bed?”
She points across the room to a closed door, wrapping her legs around my waist and settling comfortably into my embrace. As I carry her off, she pops the strawberry dipped in chocolate into her mouth, and says, "One for me.” Then she places the chocolate covered cherry on my lips and shoves it inside. The hard shell bursts against my teeth and the goo in the middle leaks all over my mouth, but the cherry holds firm until I bite it to enjoy the delicious combination of ingredients. “And one for you.”
Hmm … hint taken.
Chapter Fourteen
Laura
“Zane, Oh … My … God! Zane!” I fall back on the bed, quivering with joy. My back arches. My hands grip the sheet. I lift my head and look between my legs.
Zane’s insanely blue eyes peer at me, enjoying my response, knowing that he is eating my sweet morsel perfectly.
He inserts two fingers inside and calls my orgasm. My head rolls back with my eyes as my smile draws up to form the all telling “O” and just before my sweet morsel bursts with flavor, his thumb edges my rim. For a moment the world stands still, then my ecstasy explodes, and I whimper like a … babygirl.
Collapsing, I sprawl unable to move a muscle, satisfied for the first time in my life. My God. What I have been missing!
Zane crawls up my body placing little nipping kisses on my skin as he approaches my tits. He pushes them together, settles in, and begins devouring these sweet morsels too.
It isn’t long before I’m begging him for more.
“Zane. Please. Fuck me, now!”
My hands find their way to the sides of his face and try to push him off my sensitive nipples. The tickling is overwhelming my mind and making my pussy ache with a deep need to be filled.
He chuckles, closes his mouth, buries his face inside my cleavage, and shakes his head, scratching my skin and the tips of my nipples with his rough scruff. The pleasure is so painful, it makes me moan like a whore.
“Zane, fill me full with that big, beautiful, cock of yours. I need you to fuck me.” I buck under his body weight, but his muscles are so massive, he doesn’t budge. He just keeps torturing me until I am screaming with need.
Then finally, he pushes up on to his forearms, slides his hard body over mine, and kisses the ever loving fuck out of my mouth, totally owning it, and making sure, I know I’m his.
Then he lets me go and asks, “Where’s the lube?”