It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties and the feel of her hot little snatch rubbing up and down his pants was more than enough to make him want to bend her over right here at the table.
“You do make a hard bargain. I’m going get supper served and maybe then you can serve me dessert.” Her attempt at seduction was working better than she thought it would. Her long legs were one of her best features, except that her ass came into the room long after she did. “I made sure to make some of your favorites. The Internet is your friend these days. All I had to do was look up your name and before long there were several articles about those things that you liked and disliked. One of those things that you disliked makes me cock an eyebrow. It says that you don’t like women that show any kind of initiative. You want to be the one to make the first move, but I think that for the two of us it’s a matter of give and take.”
Leslie made sure to bend over and let her dress ride up over her healthy posterior. She heard the gasp of approval and turned to see that he was looking up at the ceiling and whistling a tune. If he thought that he was fooling anybody, then he was sadly mistaken. She took every effort to turn up the heat, including turning up the heat in the apartment to make it almost unbearable. It was meant to sweat him out of his clothes, but it was also having the side effect of making her feel the heat from underneath her dress.
She thought for a moment that she could keep her condition to herself, but the trickle of sweetness down the inside of her thigh was making Brock’s eyes come alive like never before. She served him, while his fingers grazed along that wetness and followed it up to its source.
She moaned and closed her eyes. She was this close to spilling the ladle of freshly steamed summer vegetables into his lap. She managed to compose herself long enough to put everything on the plate and then she sat back down.
“Is it hot in here, or is it you?” Brock pulled at his collar. He dug into the lobster with his bare hands cracking the shell. He ate like a man that hadn’t had anything in his stomach for a long time. He continually watched Leslie and saw the droplet of sweat between her cleavage. He swallowed hard and then his foot began to play along her ankles and up onto her knee.
“If you continue to do that, then we’re never going to get to dessert.” They finished the meal and then they stared at each other for a moment. The electricity between them made them forget everything, but each other.
Chapter six
Leaving the dishes where they were, they became a whirlwind of passion down the hallway. Their clothes were flying everywhere. By the time they entered into the bedroom, they were practically naked, except for their undergarments.
He easily unsnapped her bra and looked down to see her shaven mound unencumbered by the presence of any frilly lingerie. “I find it fucking hot that you were going commander tonight.” She was shaved there and there was no way for him to know that her natural color was blond. She only changed, because it gave the misconception that she had no intellect to speak of.
“I don’t think that you’ll need these anymore.” With those words, she stripped him of the final obstacle. They stood there completely naked taking in everything with their more than eager eyes. Brock pushed her up against the bed and she fell back with her legs dangling over the side. She felt her kiss her ankles and suck each individual toe into his mouth like that of some kind of fetish gone wild.
He continued to surprise, taking the long scenic route up to the sweet pink that had caught his attention. She was already soaking wet and he sank two of his fingers deep inside to stir up her excitement to another level. “I love how tight you are. You must have men begging on their knees to be with you. I know that from the moment that I saw you that I wanted more than just lip service.” The lip service that she had given him had certainly made him come to her with no mind of his own.
“I have to say that you are not exactly the kind of guy that would be caught in a pair of jeans. You have more class than any other man that I’ve met in my life. Your chocolate skin is like an aphrodisiac and…and. You have to stop doing that or I’m never going to get out what I’m trying to say.” She lost her train of thought, as he made momentary contact with her large clit. “Fuck it…do what you need to do. You’re not going to hear any complaints from this girl.” She pushed her body into the air, holding herself completely still up against his mouth with his tongue now extending to the inside of her.
His tongue darted in and out of the entrance. He had to look down to see that he had something that needed attention. Not bothering to wrap his own hand around it, he was waiting for the moment that he would sink into the velvety softness of her sex.