Velvet and Lace(27)

Once her food was back in front of her, he sat down to her left. When she reached for her fork, he snatched it away.

She huffed as he held the fork away from her. “I can feed myself.”

“Of course you can. But what if I would enjoy feeding you, would it be okay then?” He glared at her until she nodded and her cheeks heated.

He fed her in silence until everything was gone from her plate. The food was delicious and she hadn't realized how hungry she had been. Joey was definitely a good cook but all the recipes came directly from Patty.

When Trent found the pie and ice cream in the fridge he held it up to her and she enthusiastically nodded. Patty’s homemade blueberry pie was sinful. It was ooey and gooey, and melted in your mouth. When she put vanilla ice cream on top of it the pie became almost orgasmic. Daphne’s mouth was watering by the time Trent pulled a steaming bowl out of the microwave. He brought the bowl, two spoons, and the ice cream to the table.

“Is the second spoon for you?” Daphne raised her eyebrow at him as the bowl was set in front of her. The deep purple filling oozed out of the crust.

“I was hoping.” Trent gave her a shit-eating grin and she hesitated.

“Yeah, I guess you’re worth sharing with.” Daphne winked and he reached out a hand to tickle her side.

Daphne dumped the cup of ice cream on top and watched as swirls of the ice cream melted and mixed with the filling making a lavender mess in the bowl. She might regret the calories later but she was going to enjoy her piece of heaven for the evening. Then she looked at Trent and decided she would rather be having that piece of heaven instead.

He was focused on the spoon in his mouth. He withdrew it, never looking at her. “Baby, if you don’t stop looking at me like that. You are going to be covered in blueberries because I’m going to eat it off you.” Daphne dropped her spoon.

When she watched him lick the remaining cream off the back of his spoon her own cream gushed between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that was blossoming.

They quickly finished the rest of the dessert and Trent took the bowl to the sink. Daphne felt absolutely pampered.

Trent placed his hands on the counter as he rested back against it. “When is Grams’ going to be back?”

“I’m not really sure. It’s not too late yet so it might be awhile. Her and her friends are a rowdy bunch these days.” Daphne chuckled at the thought of Grams. She needed to spend more time with the woman who raised her. She missed her.

“Well, since I can’t make love to you here, would you like to go just lay in bed for a while?” His eyes burned with fire.

“We could.” Daphne got up, and walked over to him. Right before she stepped into his arms, she untied the bow of her robe, letting it fall completely open. His mouth opened and his cock twitched in his pants. “We could go upstairs and snuggle. Or I could pack a bag and we could go to your place and you can make love to me or you can fuck me or I could fuck you. Or perhaps all of the above. I am all yours.” She stepped closer, running her hand up his cock, stroking the tip through the fabric.

“Go pack your bag. Now. Or I am going to spank that very lovely behind of yours and then take you bent over this counter.” Trent gripped her upper arms and yanked her to him. He placed a harsh kiss on her lips and then pushed her away from him. When he looked down at her, there was a seriousness in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. She wasn’t scared of him, quite the opposite actually. Her pussy quivered and throbbed and she knew he would make good on his promise.

She turned around quickly to pack a bag and yelped when his palm contacted with her right butt cheek. It stung but didn’t hurt. She looked over at him, and there was a look of determination in his eyes. She ran up the stairs.



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As soon as they were inside Trent’s apartment, Trent pushed her up against the wall. His hand shoved their way into her hair and she dropped her bag onto the floor with a thud.

Since it was dark and they were only traveling back and forth between their houses, Daphne had decided to stay in the robe and she couldn’t be happier with her decision. She could feel every muscle of his body against hers. When he pushed his hips against hers, she wrapped a leg around his waist and he growled into her mouth. His mouth slipped down to her neck as he nibbled the skin there.

As he licked her skin, he moved one hand down to her ass and lifted her. She instantly wrapped her legs around his hips and fitted her core to his cock. She leaned her head back as he trailed his mouth to the other side of her neck. His shoulders were firm and strong beneath her hands. He leaned back a fraction from her.