Damian
I would've loved to say I cooked dinner for Heidi, but I didn't have that kind of skill. Making mac and cheese from a box was about all I'd ever done in the kitchen. I lived on frozen dinners and takeout, so I couldn't impress Heidi with my culinary prowess. Maybe I didn't cook for her, but I did go to the guest house and grab two trays full of food for us, then hauled it all back to the wagon. I had our meal set out on the little table by the time Heidi knocked on the door. The interior always had subdued lighting, produced by a single lamp, so the atmosphere was ready to go.
When I opened the door, Heidi smiled.
"Come on in," I said. "Your romantic dinner is hot and ready."
"Are you talking about the food?" she asked as she ducked inside. "Or are you describing yourself?"
"Both, in whichever order you prefer."
Heidi wore a short, tight dress that accentuated her breasts and hips. The sapphire color of the fabric brought out her eyes, even in this light. She looked good enough to fuck, but then, she always looked like that, even in cargo pants.
"Would you like to eat right away or do the palm reading first?" I asked. "Or if you can't wait to get me naked, we could have sex first."
"Let's eat." She glanced down at my groin, then peeked up at me through her lashes. "Food, I mean. I'll have you for dessert."
"You stole my line. I was about to say the same thing to you."
"I'm sure you can come up with something even better. When you talk dirty to me."
We sat down on the cushions at the table, side by side, and talked while we enjoyed our dinner. The food wasn't fancy, but that didn't matter. It smelled good, tasted good, and filled our bellies. What more did we need?
The longer we sat here in this cozy little wagon, the more I needed to get her naked. Dinner and conversation were awesome, but I knew what it felt like to be inside her, watching her expressions and listening to her noises while she edged toward climax. And when she came… Christ, I loved that. As much as I'd enjoyed making love to her, I wanted something else tonight.
She had implied she wanted me to talk dirty to her. I wanted that too.
Once we'd finished eating, I took hold of her hand. "Time to finish your reading."
"I'd love that."
Cradling the bottom of her hand in my palm, I traced the lines on her skin, avoiding the thumb, letting my fingertips graze her flesh as I explored her palm. "Last time, we never got to Mars or the lines."
"Go all the way, Damian. Read me good and hard."
Yeah, I was hard now for sure. Heidi could do that to me so easily.
I swirled my finger over the skin just above her thumb. "This is Inner Mars. I can see you have tenacity and boldness, but in moderation." I slid my finger across her palm to the outer edge, below her pinky. "Outer Mars shows me your perseverance and emotional strength." I moved my finger to the lower center of her palm. "The Plain of Mars is trickier to interpret. This is where the lines come into it. I'll need to explore them to lay bare your inner truths."
"Do it, Damian. Lay me bare."
"Are you starting the dirty talk without me?"
"Sorry." She made a zipper motion across her mouth. "I'll just listen. Your voice makes me so hot."
"I need to examine the length, depth, and curvature of every line. Where they cross mounts. The intersections of the creases. Everything matters when I'm delving inside you." I traced the lines with my fingertips like I had earlier, but this time I did it slowly and kept my touch light to tease her skin. I loved the way she ran her tongue over her lips and caught the bottom one between her teeth. Her reactions had my dick getting even harder every second. "These lines tell me a lot about you. I know you're smarter than you want everyone to think, you have a big heart, and you relish every minute of your life. You're independent, but your restlessness has left you unsatisfied."
Pink speckled her cheeks, and I swore I could smell her desire.
With one finger, I followed the line at the center of her palm. "I sense changes coming in your life. Embrace them, don't hide from your fate."
"And what do you think my fate is?"
"To scream my name all night long."
She turned her palm over, so it lay flush with mine. "I'm ready, Damian. Talk to me."
I set her hand on her lap. "No touching, not yet. First, I need to tell you everything I plan on doing to your body tonight."