Tessa's Escape to Athena's Ground(22)
When the food arrived, Jason slid all of it to his end of the table.
“Our first exercise in asking for what you need,” he said.
“You want me to ask for my food?”
“Yes. One item at a time. What do you want to start with?”
Tessa eyed the choices. Bagel. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Strawberries. Her throat felt tight and her stomach was nervous.
“Eggs.”
Jason slid the plate of eggs toward Tessa, and she reached for a fork.
“Uh-uh,” he said, gently taking the fork from her hand.
Jason scooped a small bite of eggs onto the fork, leaned into Tessa until she could feel his breath on her cheeks, and steered the fork toward her lips. When Tessa opened her mouth, he slid the fork into it and held it there.
“Slowly, Tessa. Feel the texture. Taste the salt on the eggs.” Jason slowly pulled the fork away. Hypnotized, Tessa swallowed without chewing, which made her cough. Jason handed her a glass of water. “Alright?” he asked, after she took a sip.
Tessa nodded, embarrassed. She was sure she would be the most inept ‘student’ Jason had ever been assigned.
Tessa asked for food from each of the remaining plates. When Jason fed her bagel and bacon, he used his fingers. On the last one, the bacon, he kept his fingers at Tessa’s lips long after she had swallowed. “Bacon has a bit of slip to it.” He wiggled his index finger, “a bit of grease. That’s what makes it so tasty, don’t you think?”
He was hypnotizing Tessa again, and she simply nodded.
He rested the tip of his finger on Tessa’s lower lip. “Get the best of it Tessa, what do you say?”
Tessa tentatively placed her tongue on the tip of Jason’s finger.
“Don’t you really want it all?” Jason’s voice was low and husky.
How did he know? Tessa had never brazenly sucked a man’s finger in a public place before. But she wanted to now, and not just for the bacon grease. Tessa nodded and he slowly parted Tessa’s lips and rested his finger on her tongue. Tessa began to suck, slowly and softly, and a strange thing happened. For the first time since forever, she wanted more.
Jason saw it. He leaned against Tessa, full length body contact. Tessa felt like she’d been hit by a bolt of electricity. “Would you like a strawberry?”
Tessa nodded, without releasing Jason’s finger.
With his left hand, Jason brought a strawberry to Tessa’s lips. She opened her mouth; he slid his finger out and inserted a large, red berry. With his index finger, still wet from Tessa’s mouth, he slowly, lightly traced a path down Tessa’s bare arm, past her waist, to her hips.
Tessa’s eyes opened wide, and she began to suck on the strawberry.
“The strawberry is ripe, isn’t it?” Jason said softly, his lips brushing against Tessa’s ear as he spoke. His trailing finger wound slowly across Tessa’s belly and came to rest on the zipper of her shorts. “What else is ripe, Tessa?” His finger traced the path of the zipper and rested at its lowest point, just above the spot where Tessa had begun to feel small pinpricks of anticipation.