Sugar Baby Beautiful(10)

“But aren’t we?” He pointed between us. “I want your body. You just haven’t told me what you want from this transaction.”

“But I have at the diner. I said sex, and boom—I’m here.”

His eyebrow raised. “Are you always this forward, Felicity?”

“Forward? First of all, from you that’s funny because that’s all you’ve been with me since I met you,” I replied. “Secondly, it’s not 1920, Theodore. You asked me what I wanted; I answered. But would you prefer I act shy?”

I had no idea where this was coming from. Yes, I’ve always thought of myself as a strong-willed person. But for the most part, I did my best not to even get into discussions with people. Yet with him I felt like we were at constant battle of wills. Toying with each other seemed to be our foreplay for the evening.

“Oh, the mouth on you,” he said, his eyes drifting to my lips. “Witty, rebellious, sexy, and wants nothing from me but sex. Either I’m hallucinating, or you’re lying to yourself.”

“Third option… I’m really horny.” I smiled brightly, pushing it even further, and I could see something change in his whole posture. His gaze shifting from my lips, down to my neck, and stopping at my breasts, he finally let out a deep sigh and stood up out of his chair.

“Léon,” he called again. And without hesitation, Léon was back in the dining room with the bottle of wine.

“Yes, sir,” he said, handing it to him.

“Please set aside our dinner and go home. It seems neither of us is as hungry for food as I thought.” He looked at the bottle in his hands.

“Of course, sir.” Léon vanished.

When he was gone, I started to get nervous. “Mr. Darcy—”

“Theo.” He cut me off and placed the bottle gently on the table before meeting my eyes. “Call me Theo.”

“Okay, Theo, what happened to dinner?”

“It’s been postponed,” he said as he stepped in front of my chair, took my hand, and lifted me to my feet.

“Why?” I asked him, only inches from his lips.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. My eyes widened as his bulge throbbed against me.

“That’s why,” he answered, his hands wondering down to grab a handful of my ass before working their way up the length of my body. “I tried to be good, but you kept tempting me.”

“I was just talking to you,” I whispered, grabbing his cock through his pants. “This is me tempting you.”

His kissed me with no warning, hungrily and relentlessly. Without hesitation, I grabbed his hair as one of his hands worked its way up my black dress, not daring to stop until he cupped one breast tightly in the palm of his hand. I pressed into him, moaning into his mouth. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and squeezed my ass tightly.

We kissed like we were long-lost lovers and not strangers. His very presence overwhelmed me. He smelled like fresh spices, and I breathed him in. He tasted like French vanilla, and I wanted to drink all of him. The passion of his lips made my legs go weak, but he held on tighter. For a split second, I wondered how we must look. This wasn’t just lust. It was animalistic, raw… and if not for the fact that we had to breathe, neither of us would have broken away.

“You….” He didn’t let me finish speaking before spinning me around. I had to brace against the table as he brushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck.

“This dress will look much better on the floor, don’t you think?” he whispered into my ear as he slowly unzipped my dress.

When it slid off into a pile around my feet, I turned and propped myself up on the edge of his dining room table, dressed in nothing but my lacy yellow underwear. As he slipped his fingers between my thighs, I gasped and clutched on to his arms myself. His hand was cold, yet my skin felt like it was on fire.

“I was right,” he said softly as he slipped a second finger in me and slowly moved them in and out of me. I was getting wetter with each passing second. “You look so much better like this.”

I rocked against his fingers, my lips parted slightly.

No. I didn’t want to be just his plaything. I grabbed his belt, not looking away from him as I undid his pants, jerking it dramatically before setting it on the table beside me. That was for later. I slid my hands into his boxers, firmly grasping his cock and enjoying how it eagerly twitched in my hand. “You’re as big as they say. Oh,” I moaned, biting my lip as yet another one of his fingers fucked me.

“Thank you.” He gasped as my hands wrapped around his cock. Our lips were inches apart as we held each other in the palms of our hands.