Betrayed 2(60)

“You can’t possibly have been worried about whether or not I was going to sleep with that man. He is a boy that is in desperate need of a woman like me to call him on his bull shit. I will put your mind at ease by saying that I wasn’t even the least bit interested. I might’ve been before I met you, but a lot of things have changed since then. I like a little bit more experience. It’s nice that I don’t have to tell you what to do every step of the way. You are the only thing that I want and I believe that it’s about that time that we prove that.” I’d taken the liberty of having our meal catered.

I had brought the tray down with me and this was a meal that was supposed to be served in a sharing fashion. I put out my hand and he looked at me with his eyebrow cocked, but then he took me up on my offer.

I was the one that pulled out his chair and he sat down before I took my own. With a flourish of a magician, I unveiled the contents from underneath. There was a medley of different meats including pork and beef, but there was also an assortment of fresh sushi and the complement of oysters on the half shell. I looked at him and we both knew that the oyster was known to be an aphrodisiac.

I put one to my lips and I let it slide down my throat before taking a hold of another. “I don’t need any further incentive to be with you. I’m not even sure that I believe that oysters are good for the libido. I don’t see us having any problem getting out of the gate.” The Swedish meatballs and the sauce that was supplied was a spicy combination that had me going back for seconds.

We both consumed them with our fingers and even fed each other like we were true lovers. The fresh fruit was a perfect palate cleanser. My favorite part was the honeydew melon, so succulent and sweet that it made me starve for his flesh quivering underneath my touch.

“Gillian, I believe that we have reached the portion of the evening where there’s only one place left to go.” I had not questioned him on what his plans were for Lillian. This was not the time or place to discuss business. This was a time for our bodies to do the talking for us.

“I thought that you would never ask.” I’d talked to a few young ski bunnies and had convinced them that I needed something to make this night more memorable. One black haired vixen gave me a red negligee that would have Marshall stopping in his tracks. I had already unzipped the snow suit that I was wearing.

I was about to follow him upstairs with our fingers barely touching when I thought of something that we might need. I grabbed the bottle of champagne and I didn’t see there being a necessity for glasses.

I entered the bedroom and the scene was like a fairy tale come true. Candles were lit and there was a smattering of rose petals leading from the threshold to the bed. The sheets were changed. He had arranged to have red silk sheets to be curled around us in the throes of passion.

I turned to him and put my hand on his chin, bringing him down so that we were pressing lips together. I slithered like a snake down to the floor, pressing my cheek against his engorged state and then pulling down the zipper with only my teeth. It didn’t take much to extricate him from his prison. It was thick and inviting, but I thought of something that would make it that much more palatable.

“I’m not sure that I like the look in your eye. You are obviously up to something and I think that it would be a good idea to lay your cards on the table.” I grabbed the champagne that was already opened. I think he got a better idea of what I had in mind when I tipped it over and that cool to the touch liquid ran in rivers down the shaft.

He was momentarily startled by the impact of the cold hitting his skin, but I followed that up with the consumption of my mouth. It had the necessary results. He was drooling along the surface of my tongue and every time that I squeezed from the bottom to top there was more that replaced what I had swiped off.

“You are definitely full of surprises.” There was a catch in his throat and the way that he was looking down at me biting his bottom lip was priceless. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I have to say that I might have bitten off more than I can handle.” He had no idea how true that statement really was.

I’m sure that he didn’t think that I could go all the way, but I showed him that I had a bit of a nasty streak in me. The combination of the champagne and what was clinging to the tip of his organ was making me hungry for more. I bobbed up and down with his apples slapping up against my chin each time that I let him tickle my tonsils.

He was running his hands lovingly through my hair and moaning with growls of appreciation that I was feeding on. That was my drug of choice and an addiction that had me unwilling to relinquish my claim on my prize.