"You're hungry." I feel him grin as his mouth wraps around my nipple.
I lean back with my hands flat on the counter and moan. "Well, only one of us ate … I'm starving."
He grins as he releases my nipple and finally stands up. He presses a small kiss on the corner of my mouth and smiles down at me.
"So clever."
"Are you going to feed me now?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
He licks his lips and eyes me carefully. "Absolutely."
I grab my dress and pull it over my head as he finishes preparing our meal. Two plates, cups, and silverware are all on his kitchen table, lined with candles. I narrow my eyes at him as I watch him set up a romantic dinner.
"What?" he asks.
"You're setting the mood."
"And?"
"I didn't peg you for a candlelight dinner type of guy, that's all." I grin sheepishly. "It's very … un-Bentley."
He presses a hand to his chest in disagreement. "I happen to know that chicks dig this, okay? This is the ultimate getting laid set-up."
I burst out laughing at how serious, yet sardonic he sounds. "Because that's going to be an issue?"
"I know girls watch chick flicks … you all secretly want to be wooed."
I shake my head at him, grinning. Not only is he trying extremely hard, but also he's letting his guard down around me-letting me in to see the type of man he could be.
My heart races as I realize he's doing this for me … thinking that it's what I need. The sex, chemistry, connection-it's all amazing and there's no denying that, but now this was crossing over into relationship territory.
"Favorite movie?" I ask, swirling my fork around in the pasta. "And it can't be porn."
"Well, then what's left?"
"Um, comedy, action, romance, thriller, horror … " I ramble off as I take a bite.
"Okay … comedy is anything by Steve Carell. Action movie is definitely anything with Bruce Willis. Horror movies-love them, especially Friday the 13th. But the 1980's version. Always the original. "
"You forgot romance."
"I don't watch romance."
"Everyone watches some kind of romance. I'll tell you mine." I take a sip of my water quick before continuing. "50 First Dates. It has a mixture of romance and comedy. Plus, it's sweet the way he fights for her." I smile down at my food, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. "Every girl wants to be fought for," I say softly.
"I haven't seen that one," he admits.
I drop my fork dramatically. "Are you dead? It's Adam Sandler!"
He laughs at my melodramatic tone. "Sorry, I'm not a high school girl who sits in her room all weekend watching chick flicks. Hell, I didn't even do that with girls when I was in high school."
I swallow hard. My eyes widen. My body starts shaking, and I start to wonder whether or not I could be having a panic attack.
"I was just kidding … " he lingers off, but I don't move. I can't move. Every nerve in my body is on alert. My heart is beating so hard I'm afraid it will beat right out of my chest and plop on the table in front of me. My fingers are tingling, and I'm sure the blood has completely drained from my face.
"Ceci?" His tone is filled with concern. "Are you upset?"
I swallow again and shake my head to bring myself back together. "No, of course not. I know you're just joking."
I need to stop being so paranoid.
He rubs his hands against his legs soothingly and asks, "Do you want to watch a movie tonight? We can order pay per view."
I smile so he doesn't think anything is wrong. "Sure."
Chapter Nine
Bentley
OUR WEEKEND SLEEPOVERS evolved into weekday sleepovers. Sometimes even multiple nights, something I had never allowed before. She was consuming more of me¸ and I was powerless to fight it anymore.
I roll over to an empty space next to me. The smell of Ceci still potent in the air and sheets, the scent of our sweaty night still lingers in the room. I nuzzle my nose in the pillow on her side and inhale deeply. God, I could never get enough of that. Of her.
I hear the shower running and know she must be getting ready for her class. She studies in between her classes and sometimes stays late to finish up, yet she always finds time for me, time for us.
I swing my legs off the bed and grab my briefs that lay on the floor. I bite my lower lip devilishly as I think of a better idea instead. I toss my briefs back on the floor as I strut out of the room and down the hallway toward the bathroom.
I slowly walk in and can see her shadow behind the glass door. Her body is pure perfection-curves in all the right places, soft, smooth skin, long, gorgeous hair. I find it hard to believe another man hasn't placed claim on her before me.
I tiptoe to the edge of the shower and slowly open the door without disturbing her. Her head is fully under the spray of the water, her hands rinsing her long locks. I step in and slowly shut the door back just as her body jerks, but I wrap my arm around her waist pressing her back against my chest. She gasps and jerks her head back until I bring my lips to her ear.
"Shh … baby, it's just me."
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me."
I grin against her neck and begin pressing kisses against her wet flesh. One hand roams free across her flat stomach as the other reaches to cup her breast.
"Sorry about that … but I just couldn't resist touching you the moment I woke up." I press my hand harder against her stomach, forcing her body to press against my growing length that's come to life. I slide my hand down and rub a finger over her clit making small circles around her.
"Mm … " she moans, her head falling back against my shoulder. "I'm going to be late for class," she whines, but doesn't stop me.
I playfully nibble her ear and kiss her under the lobe. "Is that a problem?" I tease.
She chuckles lightly. "My business teacher gets pissed when I'm late. It's a shock he hasn't kicked me out of class yet."
"Business? There's nothing you can learn about business in the classroom that I can't teach you … "
"Oh, yeah? What's that? How to seduce your interns? Was that part of business 101 or human sexuality? Perhaps I missed the memo … "
And with that, I force my finger inside her and squeeze her breast harder with my other hand. I push my cock against the flesh of her ass as she gasps out a sharp moan.
"Actually … " I begin, rubbing her harder and deeper. "It's psychology 101-learning to manipulate the human mind and body-how to possess the desires you really crave," I say matter-of-factly.
Her body melts into mine as she mumbles a groan of a response. Her hips rock with my finger in rhythm as I continue aggressively fucking her, torturing her-owning her.
"Mm...Bentley," she hums. "Oh, god … yes," she moans. Her hips rock harder demanding release. I force another finger inside her as I allow my cock to press into her ass. I rub it in between her cheeks as her body grinds hard against it.
"God, I love it when you say my name, Ceci," I growl against her ear. "Drives. Me. Fucking. Insane." She continues moaning and panting hard until she's close to release, but I don't let her just yet.
I quickly take my fingers out and spin her around so we're chest to chest. She gasps in disagreement, a smirk playing on my face.
"That's torture … " she whines as she grabs my hardened length and strokes it between her forceful fingers. "Is that the kind of game we're playing … " she muses, adding her other hand to fondle my balls as she continues stroking with the other. "Because you know how I feel about games … "
"God, yes … " I pant out, my head falling back as her precious fingers mold around my cock. "Baby … "
She strokes harder on command, my body building up with tension and craving release. I can barely take it, needing to feel her body against me right now. I cup her cheeks hard and crush our lips together. She continues pumping me, torturing me with her powerful hands.
"Good god, Ceci … " I growl, barely separating our lips from each other. I stroke my tongue with hers, begging to taste her. "Yes, baby … Jesus Christ … "
I can feel her smile against my lips in satisfaction as she feels my body tense harder around her.
"Stop … Ceci, stop," I demand. She slows her pace as her eyes look up at me. "I need to be in you, sweetheart. Bend over."
I assist in turning her around, her fingers wrapping around the towel bar that sits in the middle of the tile wall. She arches her back as I grab both of her hips in alignment with my length.
The view is perfection, her petite figure laid out for me, soaking wet and ready. I rub my length playfully along her ass as her anticipation of my entrance drives her insane. I can feel her body buck up against mine as she begs for me to give her exactly what she wants.