"Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen." He stares into them as he sits across from me on my bed. "They're so pale."
I hated my eyes when I was young. The kids at school had a thousand different nicknames for me, all designed to make fun of my fair complexion and light eyes. I learned as I got older, how to shade the area around them so they pop more. I still hear comments about them on an almost daily basis, but now they're compliments, mostly from women asking if I'm wearing colored contact lenses. I don't. This is me, exactly how I am.
"I'm hard." His voice is deep as he looks down. "I told you that I wouldn't last long once I saw you like this."
We'd undressed slowly when we got to my apartment. I'd taken my time removing my chef's jacket, the tank top I had underneath and my white lace bra. Tyler had watched the entire time, even as he unbuttoned his own jacket and peeled off the t-shirt he was wearing.
When I slid my panties down his eyes followed their path. His gaze was heated and desirous as he stared at my cleft. I was dripping wet already from the deep kiss he'd given me on the taxi on our way here. I was tempted to take his cock in my mouth once we closed my bedroom door, but I liked the tease.
He moves across the bed, his arms in front of him, like a panther approaching in the darkness. He pulls me close; his hand cups my bare ass, squeezing, tempting.
I moan when his cock brushes my leg.
"You don't get that yet, Cadence."
I shiver when his chest touches mine, as he pulls me into it. It's solid, the contrast of my soft breasts against it striking. My nipples harden, tighten, the ache in them palpable.
His lips slide over my neck, across it, down it until they rest over my furled nipple. He touches the tip of his tongue to one, moistening it before he pulls back to blow on it. "Do you think I could make you come just from sucking on these?"
I don't know. They're sensitive but I've never felt that desperate burning in my core when a man has sucked or bitten them. "I don't think so."
"I'll take that challenge."
He lowers me until I feel the cool smoothness of the sheet on my back. He crawls up and next to me, his long, muscular body pressed against my side, his dick brushing over my hip. His lips kiss the soft skin between my breasts before he traces his tongue, slowly, so fucking slowly, up and over the mound of flesh until my nipple is in his mouth.
He closes his teeth and my hand darts to my pussy.
He pulls it away. "If you need that to get off, I have ten fingers, a mouth and a cock. All are ready to fuck that cunt."
I arch my back at the words. They're raw and wanting.
I look into his eyes. They're locked on mine as he swirls his tongue over my nipple, sucking, nibbling, biting, over and over again, while his fingers trace circles on my stomach, my hip and my thigh. They're everywhere but my clit. I want them there. I want them inside me.
My breathing quickens. The ache in my nipple is impossible to ignore.
"Touch my pussy, Tyler."
He looks at me again, taking a break from his infatuation with my left nipple. He licks it one last time. "You'll come the minute my hand is on your cunt, Cadence."
"Is that bad?" I laugh through a moan. "I'll come again when you fuck me."
"You'll come now." He trails his hand up my thigh, over my pubic bone until he finally slides it between my folds and dips a finger in my channel.
I clench around him and that's all it takes. I come hard, fast and as I'm falling down from the high, he sheaths himself before he pushes my thighs apart, settles between them and drives his cock into me so hard it rattles the bed.
CHAPTER 14
"Are there any mushrooms in this dish, Chef?" Pamela, the morning show co-shot asks Tyler as she steps onto the outdoor set. The wind catches the bottom of her dress and lucky for her, Tyler is there to grab hold of it and keep it in place.
"No mushrooms today, Pamela," he says as smooths the skirt of her dress. "Cadence is going to take us through each of the steps required for preparation of the grilled octopus."
"What about those carrots over there?" She points to a bunch of carrots that, I assume, are part of the outdoor set. They're wilting and definitely past their prime.
"Speaking of carrots," Tyler segues beautifully. "The majority of the produce that we serve at Nova comes from my experimental garden that's located upstate. I have a team of gardeners there who I work closely with. We grow organic vegetables and fruits that are shipped twice a week to the restaurant. We also offer public tours of the garden for any viewers who are interested in learning about organic gardening."
"What are you doing now, Cadence?" Percy, the male co-host who greeted me again with a kiss to each of my cheeks, asks. "Can you explain the steps for preparation?"
I nod before I launch into a long winded and exuberant explanation of the marinade and the steps in the grilling process. I leave out several of the key ingredients in the marinade knowing how possessive Tyler is of his recipes.