He reaches around and pinches my nipple, and goose bumps pop on my skin. He cups my other breast in his palm and squeezes, and vibrations of heat sear my skin. He tweaks both nipples, yanks them with enough force that it’s painful, and my pussy clenches. Oh, hell. I throw my head back so it’s cradled against his shoulder. My hands are trapped between us as he continues to tweak my nipples. He plays with them, plucks on them, squeezes them, and when he finally clamps down on them, my breath catches in my throat.
A trembling grips me. The vibrations scream up from the soles of my feet to coil around my belly. My pussy clenches down, wanting, needing him between my legs. Moisture trickles down from my core, and that’s when he releases my breasts. I collapse against him, breathing hard as he steps around to grip my shoulders.
"What are you doing?" I finally burst out, "Why did you stop?"
"Because we need to feed you first."
Ten minutes later, I’m seated at the kitchen table, still wearing this goddamn blindfold that prevents me from seeing anything. I can hear him moving around the kitchen, though. The sounds of the refrigerator being opened, water running, the flame being lit on the stove, then the scent of food cooking; the tangy scent of garlic and pepper makes my mouth water. "What are you making?" I ask.
"You’ll see."
"Thought you don’t like to cook?"
"I can make a basic cacio e pepe."
"If you untie me, I can cook for both of us." I try to flutter my eyelashes. "I promise it will be more interesting than a basic pasta."
"Nice try." He chuckles. "And a basic pasta is all I need right now. Besides, I prefer to cook and feed you."
"Really?" I bite the inside of my lips. "Is this all part of you taking care of me?"
"It is," he replies as he approaches me. I hear the thud of the plate he places on the table in front of me. Then the sound of his chair being pulled out as he takes his seat. The scent of food teases my nostrils, and he growls, "Open."
I open my mouth, and he slides the fork in between my lips. The tangy taste of pecorino, combined with the pungent flavors of herbs, teases my palate. I chew, swallow, then open my mouth for more. He feeds me another mouthful, then a third. I lick my lips then tip my chin in his direction. "Aren’t you eating?"
"I will, soon."
He continues to feed me until I finally turn my head away. "I have had my fill."
"You sure?"
"Of course." I tilt my head. "Why don’t you eat now?"
"Oh, trust me, I’m going to have my fill."
The sound of the fork clattering onto the plate reaches me. Then I hear the scrape of the chair on the floor as he rises to his feet, presumably to carry the plate to the sink. Then he returns to stand in front of me. He places his hands on my hips, and I gasp as he hauls me up and seats me on the table. "What are you—"
I hear the scrape of the chair again, then my legs being pulled apart as he thrusts his shoulders between them. Ah hell. "So when you said that you were going to eat, you meant—"
"I’m skipping lunch and going straight to dessert."
"Wait, don’t do tha—" I wheeze as he thrusts his face into my pussy.
He sucks on my already sensitive clit. I arch my spine. He grips my thighs and pries me apart even further as he thrusts his tongue inside my melting channel.
"Omigod!" I can’t stop the yell that slips from my lips as he begins to tongue fuck me. He releases my thighs, only to grab my arse cheeks and squeeze them with enough force that pain slices through me. At the same time, the thrust of his tongue in and out of my channel, along with the roughness of the wool that continues to keep my pussy lips open and bared to him, is too much for me. My eyes roll back in my head as my climax overwhelms me. It crashes over me with such force that I scream. Moisture squirts out from between my legs, and I sense him lap it up. Darkness overwhelms me. When I come to, I’m being carried in his arms.
"Where are you taking me?"
30
Aurora
"Don’t you want to see yourself, Flower?"
Yes.
Yes.