“It’s a pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it,” she says. Her cheeks darken with a blush. There’s something so innocent about her, but then she looks at me, and it’s as if a tigress appears, and she seduces me with just a glance.
“Would you like more wine?” I offer. Lifting the bottle, I pour some for myself, and Elisabet raises her glass, which I fill before setting the empty bottle down. “So, you know Mia?” I attempt to change the subject, hoping that this time I won’t put my foot in it.
“Yes, we were together in culinary school before I left,” she tells me, and her eyes spark with pain. “I had some family problems to sort out, so I haven’t seen Mia in a long while.”
“Family problems? Or is that part of the no-go part of your life?”
“I can’t, Rome. Please.”
“Understood. No family.”
“Tell me about your family,” she says. Lifting her drink to her lips, she takes a sip, but those eyes are on me.
“My mother is remarried to some tycoon and living in Hawaii, and my dad passed away a long time ago. But when he was alive, he enjoyed his life by taking trips overseas to fuck around in different countries, while he used to work in imports and exports.”
“Wow,” she says. “That’s quite a story. Are you the only child?”
“Of course. The world couldn’t handle two of me, sweetheart,” I tease, attempting to lighten the mood.
“Oh, I don’t disagree with you there,” Elisabet says with a playful wink. “Are you ready for dessert?” she asks then.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask that all night.” I push my chair out and grab the plates, helping her clear off the table. My plan to devour her on that table will certainly work. She grabs the tray with the muffins, and I wait as she takes them out and sets them on a plate. They look delicious.
“Do you want to grab another bottle of wine from the fridge?”
“Sure.” I nod and head to the fridge. Finding the white wine, I grab the whipped cream as well and shut the door. I don’t go toward her; instead, I make my way to the table and set the bottles down. When Elisabet joins me, I still her after she sets down the muffins and turn her toward me. Cupping her face in my hands, I plant a kiss on her lips before I tell her, “Get those clothes off because I am most certainly going to get you messy.”
“Are you serious?” She looks up at me with a shocked expression.
“Oh, I’m deadly serious, sweetheart,” I tell her and step back. Settling in the chair, I grab my wine glass and sip it. My eyes are on her, and my cock is throbbing at the thought of eating her sweet pussy on this dinner table.
Slowly, she wiggles out of the skirt. Her gaze is on me as she twirls around, teasing me as she tugs her top up and over her head. Soon, she’s only in her bra and panties because she slips off her shoes and sets them aside.
“Everything.” My voice is a low, husky growl, and I notice her shiver. She unclasps her bra and allows the straps to slip over her shoulders and taunts me even more, covering her tits with her arm as the black material falls to the floor.
Turning her back to me, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and scoots them down her thighs, offering me a view of her plump, sexy ass that makes my cock jump against my zipper.
Once her panties are discarded, I pat the table and tell her, “Up here, sweetheart.” I scoot back a little farther to give her space, and my mouth waters as she sidles her way over and gets onto the table. She’s facing me, her legs hanging over the edge, and I pull my chair in.
“Now, this is how I like to eat,” I tell her and push her thighs apart. “You may want to hold on.” The warning is clear, and I hope she knows I’m not stopping until she’s delirious.
Elisabet leans back on her elbows. She watches me as I grab a muffin and squeeze it out of the little paper cup. The icing is sticky-sweet, and I coat her from belly button to mound with chocolatey goodness. Then I grab the whipped cream, giving it a shake before I squirt a long pathway all the way to where I know her clit is hiding.
“Time for dessert.”
Chapter 18
Elisabet
Rome’s eyes lock on mine as his mouth teases over my body. His tongue darts out, licking the sweetness from me, and he does as he promised. He devours me along with the treats I made for dessert. He doesn’t relent until his mouth reaches my pussy, and he’s sucking my clit along with the cream, making my toes curl, and my moan fall easily from my mouth.