“Keep your eyes closed, Julia. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
A louder gasp filled the air as his large hands held my thighs and his warm tongue ran the seam of my folds. Like a match to kindling, his mouth brought flames to my core, my insides twisted tighter as he licked and nipped. I longed to reach out, to weave my fingers through his dark mane, and pull him even closer.
Secured in place with my eyes shut, my other senses were on high alert as he shifted and his lips met mine. His kiss deepened as his tongue sought entrance.
“Taste yourself, Julia. You taste better than anything on this table.”
I didn’t back away as his lips again captured mine. When he pulled away, I was breathless as I waited for his next move. Everything inside me wanted me to look and watch this beautiful man as he did whatever he was about to do. However, he’d told me to keep my eyes closed, and for no other reason than to show him I trusted him, I wanted to comply.
“Open your lips.”
The smooth edge of the wine glass came into contact with my lips as the tart and dry liquid covered my tongue. I hurried to swallow but not before wine dribbled down my chin and onto my breasts.
“Tsk-tsk,” he murmured, his voice teeming with authority, causing my core to clench, “that won’t do.”
Before I could respond, his tongue lapped the wine from my skin. My nipples drew tighter as he purposely dribbled more of the wine over my breasts and down my stomach.
I stole a peek as he continued his torturous descent, licking and slurping while his touch moved even lower. My body was on fire as he pumped his long fingers inside me, his lips still sucking the liquid from my skin.
“Oh, Van.”
I felt him move. The sounds of dishes and utensils filled my ears before his next command. “Open those sexy lips again.”
The delicious scent of turkey and gravy preceded the bite of food landing upon my tongue.
“That’s it. Swallow.” After I complied, he said, “Open your eyes.”
I wasn’t sure when he’d done it, but my view was consumed with the lines on his toned abdomen, the definition of his arms, and the large erection before me. My lips curled into a grin as the sight of him caused me to momentarily forget that I was bound and helpless.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Very much.”
“What do you want?”
“You mean besides you?” I asked.
“Yes, I plan on feeding you this dinner because you’ll need nutrition for what I have planned next.”
My eyes scanned the table. “Mashed potatoes.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Van wasn’t using the utensils as he dipped his fingers in the whipped potatoes. Melted butter dripped on my skin as he brought the bite to my lips. Without his prompting, I opened my mouth, taking in the delicious starch and licking his fingers clean.
Alternating between feeding me, feeding himself, offering me drinks of wine, and him drinking some too, Van proceeded to clean both of our plates and drain both of our glasses. With each bite and each sip, the wanton need within me grew. I’d never imagined that eating a holiday dinner could be so erotic.
“Tell me, Julia, have you had enough?” His chin tilted toward the stove and ovens. “I can get us more.”
I shook my head. “I’ve had enough dinner.”
“Oh,” he said with a grin. “I forgot. Mrs. Mayhand also made us dessert.”
“I want you for dessert.”
He fell to his knees. “Me first.”
Unlike earlier, there was nothing tentative or gentle in the way Van spread my legs and buried his face at my core. The prelude had me twisted with need. As his tongue lapped at my essence, my entire body shattered. I cried out as nerve endings detonated, a chain of explosions that went off from my head to my toes. I tugged against the belt to no avail as Van continued, through my orgasm and the next.