“This pasta is delicious by the way. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“Thank you. I guess I just taught myself. How hard is it to follow a recipe?” he replies.
“Well, I can’t cook to save my life,” I admit.
“You probably never had to. If you put your mind to it I’m sure you could cook.”
“You’re great in the kitchen, that’s such a turn on.” I wonder if it carries over into the bedroom.
“Warming up for the bedroom,” he says with the most wickedly delicious smirk playing across his face. I have to take a sip of my wine to cool myself down, looking away from the penetrating gaze that makes me feel like he can see into my soul.
“How many lovers have you had?” he asks as if he is talking about the weather.
“Umm, one,” I stammer out in my poor English.
“You’re young, I’m not surprised,” he replies.
“How many lovers have you had?” I fire right back at him. I am genuinely curious.
“I would have to think about it,” is all he gives as an answer.
“That many?” I ask.
“Are you ready for dessert?” he asks, evading the question. He stands up and clears our empty plates from the table. He is such a gentleman and romantic too. It’s all a bit unnerving. I’m not used to being with a real man. I have to just be myself and not let him intimidate me. He starts to walk into the kitchen and I follow him. He rinses the dishes off at the sink as I lean against the granite covered center island. I want his hands on me; something about him exudes a confidently raw sex appeal like I’ve never experienced before. But I’m afraid sleeping with him will ruin me for all of the college guys who will pale in comparison. If I was smart, I would get the hell out of here.
“Professor Montgomery?”
“Yes Miss Clarkson,” he teases back as he wipes off his hands and walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.
“I better get going,” I say nervously.
“Why?” he looks at me curiously as if I have sprouted a second head.
“This isn’t right for me,” I continue.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m afraid you’ll ruin me for anyone else,” I say in a faint whisper looking down at his lips.
“Oh, I’m sure I will,” he says as his lips claim mine and our tongues entwine in a passionate kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes. I know there’s no turning back now. Grant pulls me up against him and I surrender into this all consuming kiss. I can feel him hardening against my belly and it’s so tantalizing my insides clench and tighten in anticipation of him inside me, filling me. All six feet of him picks me up as I wrap my legs around him and he walks us to his bedroom. He gently places me down on the bed and covers me with his body.
“I want you naked Miss Clarkson,” he commands as he leans back on his knees and his hands slide up the hem of my dress. He pushes the tight knit fabric all the way up past my waist, then up over my head and now I’m splayed out before him in just my black lace lingerie. The way he gazes down at me with that look of pure lust sends my pulse racing. I feel powerfully sexy to have a hold over a man like Grant. He takes his shirt off and I take in his wonderfully sculpted and toned body. Next his jeans come off and boy does he look amazingly sexy as hell in just his tight briefs. He is on top of me again and he begins to kiss me deeply as his hands cup and lightly squeeze my breasts. My hands slide across his washboard stomach and bare muscled chest. His lips trail down to my breasts and he unhooks the front clasp of my bra, letting my breasts spill out.
“God, they’re beautiful,” he murmurs just before he begins his assault and starts licking my nipples luxuriantly. His touch elicits delicious sensations in my body as he caresses my breasts, stroking his thumbs over the erect tips. I feel so wanton as I wrap my legs around him and my hands run through his hair. Now I’m panting softly as he drives me wild with want for him. He continues kissing down my stomach and I tense slightly as he gets closer to my lips below. He gently tugs my panties down and off with no objection from me. He spreads my legs and flicks his tongue over my sensitive nub as I let out a gasp and throw my head back, writhing with pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I gasp out. This is so naughty and I love it I. I still can’t believe that I am here with Grant and he is feasting on me like I’m his last meal. I’m about to go over the edge when he stops. My eyes open and he has come back up to my face.
“You’re so ready for me,” he taunts dipping a finger inside my wetness as I spread my legs so willingly for him.
“Yes,” is all I can pant out my voice thick with desire for him. He leans over the bed to open his nightstand drawer, pulls out a foil wrapper and tears it open with his teeth. He tosses the wrapper onto the floor and I make a mental note to remember to retrieve that wrapper and put it in my purse. Grant rolls on the condom and I glance down at his rock hard shaft. Oh my he’s a big boy.