Jason smiled.
Could he read minds, Tessa wondered.
“This was something you told Carmen you wanted to work up to. I’m just priming the pump here.”
Before she could back out, Tessa closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The moment she felt the oozy mollusk on her tongue, she swallowed. Jason handed Tessa her glass of wine, and she chased the oyster down with a large gulp of wine.
Tessa quickly recognized that each plate had a purpose. Though she didn’t know about the pasta, since she didn’t know what was in it, all the other items on the table were aphrodisiacs. And Jason fed them to her, one by one, some efficiently, some erotically.
“Asparagus is my favorite,” he said, lifting a spear from the plate. Tessa opened her mouth to receive it, and Jason shook his head. “Let me demonstrate.”
Jason slowly inserted the spear in his open mouth, withdrew it part way, and guided it back in, sucking it as it entered and left his pursed lips. After several nearly obscene passes, he nibbled the head of the tuber. “Not all things sucked in this way should ever be bitten.”
-15-
Tessa reached for a spear and Jason gently slapped her hand away. “I guide it in, and you take as much of its length as you can without gagging.”
Tessa did, but she knew she’d never again eat asparagus without thinking she was ‘priming the pump.’
The pasta had been excellent, filled with interesting herbs and spices and covered in a light, but rich, cream sauce. But the best was the chocolate. Jason had fed each piece to her, asking her to lick his fingers after each delicious bite.
Tessa didn’t know if it was the wine or the pasta and chocolate, but by the time dinner was over, she was feeling warm and dulcet. Jason placed the empty dishes in the hall outside of the room.
“Feeling good?” he asked.
She nodded.
Jason held his hand out to her. Tessa took it and allowed him to gently pull her to her feet. He led her to the full length mirror just outside the bathroom and stood directly behind her.
“I see a beautiful, sexy woman. What do you see?”
“A mess!” Tessa said. “My hair is still a nightmare. I’ve no makeup. And this robe is not the most flattering.”
“You are correct on only one count, and I can fix that.”
Jason tugged at the belt and the robe fell open. Tessa reflexively pulled at it, and Jason stilled her hands.
“How will a man appreciate your body when you do not? We just enjoyed the feel, the texture and the taste of some very erotic foods. Now we will do the same with your very erotic body.”
“It’s not…” Tessa’s eyes began to fill.
“It’s not what?”
“It’s not sexy.”
“Why?”
Was he really going to make her state the obvious? Jason stood still, holding Tessa’s robe open, appraising its reflection in the mirror.
“My breasts are small. My hips are big. My belly is round, not flat.”