Henry gazes at me from the other side of the small, round table and the other diners at the restaurant seem to fade away. It is as if we are the only two people who exist in our own private, little world. I smile at him playfully as he reaches for my delicate hand and clasps it in his.
“Have I told you how stunning you look tonight?”
“Once or twice,” I reply.
Beneath the table I run one of my stiletto heels from his ankle up to his inner thigh. He looks a little startled at first and shifts in his chair. As I move my foot away he leans over the dirty plates from our shared meal and kisses me energetically. He slides in his tongue and my body quivers with exhilaration.
“You’re smudging my lipstick,” I giggle. “Not that I care.”
As he rests back into his seat a cheeky grin forms on his handsome but weathered face. “Do you want some dessert?”
“Of course I do!”
The waiter takes our order.
“One piece of lemon meringue pie and a slice of chocolate tart with whipped cream. Will that be all?”
“Yes. Thank you,” I say with a polite nod.
The waiter returns and places the chocolaty goodness in front of me. As soon as he leaves, I use my dessert fork to cut into the tart and place a tasty morsel in my mouth. I close my eyes and release a low but provocative sigh.
“Damn, you are one insatiable woman!”
Henry’s pupils dilate as watches me eat.
“Aren’t you going to dig into that pie?” I ask.
“I’m just savouring the moment,” he laughs.
I use my finger to swipe some meringue and lemon curd from his plate. I suck on my finger very slowly and moan just for him.
“You’re delicious,” he says with lust in his eyes.
I scrape the centre of the chocolate tart with the same finger. I hold it front of his face to torment him, just a little.
“Would you like some?”
He lowers his head and purses his lips around my finger, sucking off the scrumptious filling. Henry scans the room carefully, as though he is making sure that no-one saw what we just did. His face turns a bright shade of red and I try my best to stifle a laugh.
“You’re really loving this, aren’t you?”
“Yep,” I say as I devour another mouthful of my dessert.
“We should probably get these to go?”
“My thoughts exactly!”
The ride home is short and direct and we arrive within minutes. Henry opens the car door for me and places one of his hands on my shapely arse. He squeezes my cheeks through the fabric of my dress and I let out a soft wail.
“Let’s take this inside,” I whisper.
Henry puts the leftover cake in the refrigerator and scoops me up into his arms. He places me gently on the couch and rips off his shirt.
“I love you more than dessert,” he says. “Because you taste even better.”
I can feel his warm breath on my ear and a tingling sensation spreads throughout my entire body. He flutters his tongue across my neck and it makes my skin break out into goose bumps.
“You really do taste fucking amazing!” he declares.
As we kiss I run the backs of my fingers down his neck and he sighs audibly as my nails touch his skin.
“You know how much I like it when you do that,” he whimpers.
I run my hands over his torso and gently tease his nipples until they become firm under the pressure of my fingertips. I flick my tongue over his sensitive peaks and he releases a snarl of pleasure.
He unbuttons my blouse and throws it away, not caring where it may land. I pull my camisole off to reveal a racy, red bra. Henry places his mouth over my breast and sucks through the fabric. The friction from the moist lace makes my nipples feel electric, sending a shockwave of delight throughout my being.
I yank down my skirt and Henry’s hands wander down towards my wet thong. Noticing how turned on I am he carefully pushes me backwards onto the sofa. He returns his attention to my lips and kisses me vigorously.
“What do you want me to do to you now?” he asks brazenly.
“I want you to work my clit… and from there you know what to do,” I explain as I shift a lock of hair away from his eyes.
He pushes my thong to one side and lightly grazes my sensitive nub with his tongue, knowing that the slightest touch drives me wild. He moves his mouth lower and drags his tongue from my entrance back up to my throbbing clit. I cry out as if I’ve been hit with a tidal wave of pleasure.
“Do you want more?”
“Fuck yes,” I say as I bite down on my lower lip.
Henry glides his tongue backwards and forwards over my nub and my body shakes as I climax.
“Oh, yes!” I scream.
As I try to catch my breath I wrap my hands around the back of Henry’s neck and pull him in for another kiss.
“Roll onto your back,” I order him.
He smiles eagerly in response, knowing full well what is about to happen next.
I unzip his pants and pull them down to his ankles along with his undies. His dick is incredibly stiff and pointed upwards. I take it in one hand and trail my tongue from the base to the tip. Henry throws his head backwards in a display of gratification. I part my lips and place them around his lengthy shaft, bobbing my head up and down.
Henry tenderly strokes my hair as I take in as much of him as I can manage. I caress him with my tongue and I can feel that he is getting close.
“Stop now, so I can come inside you!”
I sit poised on my knees and lower myself onto his glistening cock.
“I’m going to ride you,” I smirk.
“Good,” he sighs. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
I grind my pelvis against his as he lunges in and out of my pulsating pussy. My muscles surround him and he roars loudly as he surrenders to his moment of bliss.
I dismount and collapse on top of him and I can feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. “I fucking love you,” he gasps as he exhales deeply.
“And I love you.”
I compose myself and start walking over to the fridge. I grab the leftovers and look over at Henry who is still reclining on the couch.
“What are you up to?” he asks.
I wink at him suggestively and hand over his slice of pie. “I’m going to finish my dessert,” I say as I bite into the luscious tart.
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