I chuckled. “Took you long enough.”
“What can I say? I’m slow.”
I shook my head. “Not slow. Stubborn.”
She pouted.
I nibbled on her bottom lip.
“Titus, wait. I have more to say.”
“Yes?” I suckled on the skin of her neck.
“I love you.”
I slid her top off her shoulder and gave her a love bite on the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met. She moaned and squirmed on my lap. My fingers dipped under her dress, found her dripping wet entrance, and played with her until she begged me to take her. To knot her. Grinning, I picked her up and placed her in her seat.
She batted her lashes at me with dazed eyes.
I cupped her cheek. “I love you, mate, but first we’re going to enjoy this delicious-smelling meal before I feast on you.”
She growled at me. “Ass.”
“You could always run.” I cocked an eyebrow.
She huffed and picked up her fork, stabbing the prongs into the contents of her dinner.
“You make me so hard when you’re all riled up.” Iunzipped my pants.
She dropped her fork and opened her mouth for my throbbing cock. Like the good mate she was, she sucked me in deep until she gagged on my length. Her throat worked overtime as I hit the back with each thrust. Her breathing labored and drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t stop.
I fisted my hand in her hair, shoved my cock to the back of her throat, and released my load. She swallowed me down through every jet of cum filling her mouth. I wiped the corners of her mouth before pulling out, zipping up my pants, and sitting back in my seat.
Picking up my fork, I winked at her, then scooped a mouthful of her cooking into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I hummed as the flavors burst over my tongue. “Almost as good as your pussy is going to taste for dessert.”
She threw her napkin at me. “You need to eat fast.”
“What’s the rush, love?” I teased.
“The rush,” she said, opening her legs so her ripe scent wafted toward me, “is I want you now.”
“I know you do.” I leaned forward, slid my hand under her skirt, and sank two fingers into her slick folds. “I’m loving this side of you not running to let it end so soon.”
She scooped food up onto her fork and ate. “I’m over running.”
“You are?” I brushed a light caress over her clit, relishing the way her body jerked.
“I’m happy here with you.”
“Good to hear it.” I continued my caress with one hand while I ate dinner with the other. Good thing I was ambidextrous.
She swallowed her food. Her blue eyes heated, and her feelings for me shone in their blue depths. Seeing her love blazing back at me had me hard all over again. I finished mymeal, shoved back my chair, and crawled under the table.
She sucked in a breath as my mouth sucked her clit hard and fast. My constant caresses throughout dinner must have had her poised on the edge too long because she tumbled over the edge into orgasm quicker than she ever had.
Her screams of my name had me shoving her chair back, picking her up, and flipping her over. She took my hard cock like I knew she would and begged me to knot her. I would. Just not yet because tonight was the night she’d told me she loved me.