Best Erotic Romance

by Kristina Wright (ed)

  “So, how long have you wanted to ask me on this date?” she asked as he dished the food from the platter onto her plate.

  “Since you moved in.” He smiled.

  Her eyes flashed. “And there was me thinking it was Kyle you were interested in.”

  Samuel lifted one shoulder. “Hey, he’s a good little gaming adversary.”

  It was true, but it wasn’t the whole story. Six months ago he’d started chatting with her and her seven-year-old over the mailboxes each morning. Then he’d endeavored to help her out with her garbage on a Monday. She was grateful, and she chatted amiably. Before long he’d invited Kyle over for computer game time, and Cassie had come along to cheer them on. The three of them began to visit the nearby park together, and they enjoyed long conversations about life while watching over Kyle at play. Slowly but surely Samuel’s fascination with her had grown, until the nights grew restless and he knew he would have to take a chance and make a move.

  When the weekend his flatmate was away coincided with the weekend that Kyle went to stay with his dad, Samuel took the chance to issue a casual invitation. Cassie had beamed, quickly affirming her intention to come over bearing wine and after-dinner mints. Now here she was in his tiny kitchenette, looking like the most sophisticated date a man could possibly wish for. When she’d walked in earlier that evening he’d nearly dropped the pan he’d been holding. The dress she wore was simple but elegant, with a low scooped neckline and a hemline that finished high on the thigh. Then there were the glossy shoes and stockings. When she’d sat down she had crossed her legs high on the thigh. He’d hardened immediately and had to turn away and pour himself a glass of water to help push the image from his mind.

  “Sorry, that probably came across badly,” he blurted, trying not to mess this up. “I didn’t mean to imply I was spending time with Kyle to get to you.”

  “Don’t worry, I didn’t think that.” She sipped her wine, then skewered a piece of Thai spiced chicken with her fork and took it to her mouth. She closed her eyes appreciatively as she ate the offering, savoring each and every morsel.

  That wasn’t helping him form sensible statements. He was having a hard time expressing himself, and this was important. He had to show her he was serious, and he had to know if she would take him—a younger man—seriously. “I enjoy Kyle’s company, he’s a great lad, but I was hoping to get to know you better as well.”

  “You will.” With her napkin she dabbed at her lips.

  The promise in her words made him want to rush through the dinner, or abandon it.

  Gesturing at her plate with her fork, her face filled with something akin to orgasmic pleasure. “Mmm, I love Thai food.”

  “So I see.” It seemed like the understatement of the century. It was a huge compliment to his cooking, but her expression wasn’t helping Samuel to concentrate. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her nipples outlined through the fabric of her dress. He’d never be able to smell lemongrass again without remembering the way she looked that night.

  “Tell me, why didn’t you ask me out earlier?”

  Samuel stared across at her, his fork frozen midway between his plate and his mouth. “I wasn’t sure you’d take me seriously, so I waited.”

  She nodded, looking deep into his eyes. “I was cautious with you at first, because I had to be sure I wasn’t on the rebound. My husband left me for a younger woman, I wanted to be sure I was here for the right reasons.”

  That’s what he’d surmised, and now he knew that she’d been anticipating this too, biding her time.

  “As time went by,” she continued, “I was sure. I’m not on the rebound. I’ve been hoping you’d ask me over.”

  He wanted to lift her into his arms and cart her off to the bedroom to celebrate.

  As if she knew what he was thinking, she gave him a mischievous smile. “I’m not embarrassing you, am I?” she asked, as he tried to casually shift his food around on his plate. A sultry, suggestive look took up residence on her face and her lips glistened.

  How was a man supposed to think about food when she was given him such an obvious green light? The woman he’d dreamed of getting close to for the past several weeks was practically stating they were going to have sex. “I appreciate your directness.”

  Samuel put his fork aside. He didn’t want to eat. He wanted to bask in her presence.

  “And I appreciate your cooking, among other things,” she responded, and chuckled. The sound was earthly and sensuous, like everything about her.

  “I’m flattered.” He truly was. She ate the food as if it was heavenly, as if it was the best meal she ever had and she was with the man she wanted to be with. Did she know how that was affecting him? Samuel had his suspicions. There was a playful look in her eyes, and she seemed to be assessing him in some way. That made his temperature rise.

  “This is why they always put me on the advertising accounts for food products, at work,” she explained. “It’s the flavors, they set my imagination on fire.” Her gaze drifted over him.

  The conversation was making his blood head south, but he wasn’t complaining. “I can see the sense in that,” he murmured.

  “I’ll let you in on a secret.” She leaned forward, conspiratorially. “I think my taste buds are one of my most powerful erogenous zones.”

  There was absolutely no mistaking the naughty look in her eyes. Lifting his eyebrows, he said, “Oh, is that the case?”

  “Uh huh. When it’s a meal I really like, and I love spicy food, it really turns me on.”

  Samuel stared across at her as the implications slid fully into place. His inquisitive mind began to delve deeper, wondering to what extent that arousal manifested. Did she get wet? Did she want full-on sex as a result of it? The questions evaporated when Cassie held his gaze and reached for her fork, lifting another mouthful of Thai green curry. He watched as her glossy lips moved appreciatively while she ate the food. Another long mmm soon followed. He noticed then how she moved against the chair she was sitting on—it was a very real physical response. His erection built when he wondered what it would be like to have her sit on his lap while she ate—what it would be like to feed her himself.

  “My ex-husband hated it,” she added. “It’s a wonder we lasted nine years together.” She chuckled again.

  “Seriously?” Samuel was relieved that there didn’t seem to be any regrets about the ex, and no impending reunion, a possibility that had entered his thoughts when he first thought about asking her over for a meal. The irony was that while he’d been cooking, he’d persistently reminded himself not to ask awkward questions about her divorce. All thought of that subject had evaporated when this absolute goddess had appeared and sat down at the kitchen table with him, as if dining out with a younger man while discussing erogenous zones was an everyday occurrence.

  Her eyes twinkled. “When a meal is delicious as this, it’s like really good foreplay for me.”

  Samuel ached for her. “I have to admit, the way you’re enjoying the food is doing bad, bad things to me.”

  She dipped her finger against the corner of her mouth, wiping away an errant drop of sauce. “I noticed you’ve stopped eating.”

  When she licked that finger, he had to lean back in his chair. His cock was solid beneath the zip of his jeans, and all he could think about was sex. “I’m enjoying your meal way too much to worry about my own.”

  She nodded, as if pleased.

  “I’m curious about how deeply it affects you,” he added. Was that pushing it too far?

  She didn’t seem fazed by the comment, in fact she smiled. “Are you asking in your capacity as a biology research student, or something more personal?” She paused to sip her wine, which only seemed to emphasize the significance of what she was saying. “Don’t be shy, Samuel. I’m a good nine or ten years older than you. We’re both adults and we’re attracted to each other. I was well aware that you didn’t invite me over here just to feed me.”

  He exhaled,
shaking his head in disbelief. He wasn’t used to women being so generous and direct. He grinned. “Eight years, you’re eight years older than me.”

  “I won’t ask how you know that.”

  “I asked our landlady.”

  That amused her. “You have been doing your research.”

  He nodded. “Oh yes indeed. I only wish I was writing my doctoral thesis on you and your erogenous taste buds.”

  Her head dropped back as she chuckled. “Now that would be some fun research, wouldn’t it?”

  “I think so.”

  “What do you think it would entail, in your expert opinion as the biology grad student?” Her fingers trailed over the shoulder strap on her dress.

  “Evidence,” he stated. “Physical evidence.”

  “Well, in that case you better come over here and check me out for...evidence…don’t you think?” She pushed her plate aside as she spoke, and then she eased her chair back from the table, wedging it against the cooker behind her.

  Samuel couldn’t believe his luck. She was inviting him to touch her, right here, right now.

  Cassie watched Samuel as he stood, the pulse in her groin thudding wildly. He was an attractive young man, and he’d been keen from the outset. Caution had hampered this moment, but it had to happen. He’d won her over with his intense personality, green eyes, and rugged bone structure. Not to mention how fit he was—leanly muscled and tall, with the suggestion of vitality in his every move.

  “I am so glad I made Thai food,” he commented as he dropped to his knees before her, one hand resting on her knee. “This is like a dream come true.”

  “I think so too.” She covered his hand with her own then swung her legs apart. “I want you, Samuel. I’ve been thinking about this, a lot.”

  “Me too.” His gaze dropped. Tracing his fingers over the tops of her stockings, he sighed aloud. “You’re beautiful.”

  “And you’re supposed to be doing your research.” Cassie was desperate to be touched, and if he didn’t do it soon she would have to take matters into her own hands.

  Shuffling her skirt up, she exposed her panties. She knew they’d be wet, and when she glanced down she could see a visible damp patch that followed the niche of her pussy.

  Samuel swore low under his breath.

  “Is that what you’d consider evidence?” she asked.

  Sensible young man that he was, he thought about his response carefully before stating it aloud. It was one of the things that had tickled her about him. He was quietly ambitious, a risk taker, but he thought each comment out carefully before he took that risk.

  “I need something more substantial,” he eventually replied. Humor flitted across his expression.

  “In that case I think you’d better investigate more closely, don’t you?”

  He nodded, and his eyes seemed to darken, his intensity growing by the moment. Cassie pursed her lips, her blood rushing as she waited for him to make contact.

  He moved between her open thighs, then ran one finger down the side of her G-string—tantalizing her skin along the seam between her pussy and her thigh—before easing his finger under the fabric and homing straight in on her slit.

  There was a slight tremor in his hand as he ran the back of one knuckle down the seam of her pussy, making brief but delicious contact with her clit. When she hummed her approval, he repeated the action. She leaned in and kissed his mouth, hands tight on his shoulders as she did so. He returned her kiss, their tongues thrashing as they hungrily explored each other’s mouths. She could taste him too, and she wanted him.

  Her open thighs wrapped more readily around his slim hips. The action enabled his finger to move lower, and within moments he had her panties pulled to one side and his finger had eased inside her.

  “Oh yes, that’s really good,” she blurted when the hard digit slid inside her. She clutched it eagerly, and her upper body rested back against the chair. She pivoted on her hips, moving against his finger, her shoulders leaning against the knobs of the cooker at her back.

  “Eat something,” he whispered, nodding over at the table.

  Cassie dipped her finger along the edge of her plate, then took it to her mouth and sucked the spicy sauce from it, watching him as she did so. The spices ran along her taste buds once again, making them tingle and spark. Her entire skin kindled, and her nipples chaffed against her dress. Her core clenched rhythmically, and the hard length of his fingers in there felt even better than before. “Oh, you’re good!”

  “I’ll have you know I take my research very seriously.” He got the comment out then groaned and peered down at her pussy as it clutched at him. “You’re amazing,” he added.

  Cassie rocked her hips, riding his fingers. What she really wanted was his cock, and she could tell by looking at him that he would be ready and willing. “Didn’t you say you had dessert?”

  “Yes, tropical fruit marinated in amaretto.”

  She purred aloud and gyrated, getting hornier by the moment. “Why don’t you feed it to me while you’re inside me…?”

  She let that suggestion hang between them.

  A moment later, understanding lit his expression. He removed his fingers, reached over to the fridge and pulled out a large, covered dish. As he did so Cassie caught sight of the bulge in his jeans. There was no doubting his state of readiness, and she quickly stripped her G-string off, ready—oh so ready—for more of everything.

  Samuel clutched the bowl in one hand, the other closing over her bared pussy. There was a possessive look in his eyes. He squeezed her, as if he was testing her for ripeness. Then he lifted a piece of juicy mango from the bowl and held it out to her mouth.

  She took the offering, licking his fingertips as she did so. He nodded, smiling. The texture and flavor was like a seductive dance on her tongue, the juicy fruit making her own juices flow all the more. “You make me feel greedy.”

  Samuel’s eyes had grown hooded, and the smile that played around his mouth made him even more attractive. “You make me feel lucky.”

  He was clutching the bowl as if he was afraid of what he might do if he let go of it. It made her chuckle. “Put the bowl down on the table, and give me something harder.”

  She nodded down at his groin.

  Samuel didn’t seem to need to assess the risk of this potential action. No sooner than he had put the bowl aside, his fly was open and his cock was standing out to attention, long and hard and impressive in its girth.

  Cassie rearranged herself on the chair, splaying her legs more thoroughly. She ran her fingers down her sex folds to hold them open, inviting him in.

  Samuel stared at the offering. He shoved his hand in his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom. He quickly tore it open and donned the rubber.

  Cassie’s knees lifted around his hips as he pressed the blunt head of his cock to her opening, making her moan aloud. He hesitated, and she encouraged him on, tapping his bottom with one of her heels. “Samuel, I need you, badly. You’ve teased and taunted me with your delicious cooking. You’ve got me in a terrible state. You have to put me out of my misery and make love to me.”

  Samuel did not seem able to reply verbally, but his physical response was perfect. He grabbed her around the buttocks with both hands and gave her his length, inch by inch, before easing back then pushing in to the hilt.

  Cassie expressed her gratitude audibly, her head going back as he stretched her open, filling her.

  He kissed her throat while he found his rhythm, his hands clutching at her bottom over and over as he drove himself into her. In between damp kisses on her neck, he whispered her name and groaned.

  “Oh, that’s so good!” she cried.

  “I’ve wanted you so badly.” When he lifted his head to look at her she plucked a lychee from the nearby fruit bowl and put it into his mouth, then kissed him, scooping the fruit from his tongue to hers. The action sent him into overdrive, his hips thrusting against hers over and over.

  When she bit into the
succulent fruit and amaretto seeped onto her tongue she lifted her knees higher, angling his cock inside her. Her chair creaked and the front feet lifted, and she was grateful it was wedged against the cooker.

  “Oh yes,” she cried, when his cock thrust up against the front wall of her sex and hit against her center. “Promise me next time we do this we’ll eat the whole meal this way.”

  Samuel stopped moving, and he cupped her jaw tightly in one hand as he looked deep into her eyes, forbidding her to look away. “Only if you promise me there will be many next times.”

  Her emotions soared, her body strung out on the ecstasy of the moment, his words and actions making a deep impression on her, just as he obviously intended. Unbidden tears welled in her eyes. For a while there she’d thought she would never feel like this, never want anyone this much ever again. Then Samuel had melted that away. She nodded, and clutched at him tighter still. “I promise.”

  He moved his hand and splayed it over her mons, thumb rocking against her clit, and then thrust again. Hard. “I want to feed you everything.”

  “Oh god, yes!” That thumb stroking over her inflamed clit made her pant aloud. Rocking her hips from side to side she gripped his shoulders with both hands. She reached her plateau and an intense wave of pleasure swamped her groin. Hot juices ran from the place where they were joined, soaking her buttocks and the chair beneath her.

  Samuel soon joined her, his hips rolling in to hers over and over as he hit home and shot his load. Before he withdrew, he reached for another lychee, popping it between her lips. She bit the fruit and chewed it, savoring its intense flavor. He wiped a trickle of juice from the corner of her mouth.

  “Are you sure you should do that?” she asked. “You’ll get me started again.”

  “That was my intention.” His smile was wicked.

  She couldn’t resist teasing him back. “Sure you can hack it?”

  “Oh yeah, I’ve been hard thinking about you every night since I first saw you, and I’ve got a lot of erections to work off.”