by Vienna Vixen
“Really? You haven’t picked yet? I’ve already decided what I want,” He said, innocently as he gave me a blank look. “And since I’ve tried it before, I know what I’m getting into.”
“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “You never know, it might not be the same.”
“Oh, I fully expect it to be better,” He informed me as his hands danced across my back. In one swift movement, he unhooked my bra, and he looked unfazed as I scowled at him.
“Stop doing that, my breasts are going to spill over,” I hissed as I reached behind and tried to hook it back, but I was unable to do so.
“More for me to look at it,” He drawled as his eyes traveled down.
“I’m not interested in other people ogling,” I snapped. His eyes darkened as he helped me hook it back up. “You make an interesting point. Only I should do that.”
I shook my head as an amused smile danced on the corner of my lips. “I don’t get men sometimes.”
“That’s okay. You only need to get me,” He commented, lazily as he let his hand run up and down my bare thighs causing a ripple of goosebumps to rise in their wake.
“Something tells me you might just be right.”
Frustrated, I shut the menu and glanced up at him. “You’ve been here before, right?”
“Yes,” He said, hesitantly as if he wasn’t quite sure where I was going with this.
“So you know what’s good?”
“I should certainly hope so though it depends on taste.” He gave me a full smile as he closed the menu letting me know I had his full attention.
“Well, I love anything that’s related to seafood, so why don’t you go ahead and order for us?”
“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes lightning up mischievously.
“I don’t know why you have that look in your eyes, but yes, I meant it. I’m not allergic to anything, so go crazy.”
Derek smirked. “Alright, but just remember, you have to try everything at least once.”
I nodded. “Okay, I can agree to that.”
He signaled the waiter and rattled off a bunch of items off the menu including but not limited to oysters, crabs, calamari, and some other things I didn’t recognize.
I leaned back in amusement as I watched him describe how to cook everything as if he knew exactly what he was asking for. The practiced way in which he illustrated let me know that he did, and the waiter looked impressed on more than one occasion as he jotted down everything.
A cool wind ruffled the air, and I shivered as I suddenly wished that I had thought to bring my sweater along, but I was in such a hurry that I left it behind. A minute later, Derek draped his jacket over my shoulders without pausing in his detailed descriptions. He placed his arms around my shoulder and squeezed as I leaned into him.
His scent filled my nostrils, a clean soapy scent with a hint of spices I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was like nothing I’d ever smelled before though now that I did, I wanted to bury my nose in it and inhale deeply.
“I have an extra jacket in the car, do you want me to go get it?” He asked as he buried his face into the side of my hair.
“No, this is okay. It smells nice too,” I offered as I buried myself deeper in it.
I felt him smile against the side of my face. “Did you know that being attracted to a person’s smell is actually a big telltale sign?”
“How so?”
“If you find yourself liking a person’s natural scent, not the smell of their perfume or soap or whatever then it means that on a molecular level, your DNA cells are attracted.”
I pulled back and gave him an incredulous look. “Are you making this up now?”
“No, seriously,” He shook his head as he held up his hands in earnest. “I was reading this study that tells you that’s how you know that you’ve found your mate.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Because you’re attracted to each other on a molecular level?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
I made a noise in the back of my throat. “It could be true. I did hear something similar, but it sounded silly to me, so I don’t know.”
“I like the idea,” He admitted as he played with my hands.
“Why is that?”
“It makes it easier to tell, doesn’t it?”
“Whether or not you’ve found the one?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never thought about it that way before. Sure, things would be better if there was some foul proof way to guarantee that you’ve found your mate, but I’d like to think we get a say in it too.”
He regarded me, a smile playing on the edge of his lips. “I think that falling in love is not necessarily a choice. That’s why a lot of people say love is blind. However, when the original euphoria has worn off, what remains after, that’s the true testament of love. More so than anything else. It’s choosing to love that person in spite of the odds stacked against you, and your own insecurities.”
My lips quirked into a smile. “So you can drive, cook, and you’re deep to top it off? Derek Powell you are a man of many qualities it would seem.”
“You forgot something important,” He pointed out, seriously.
“What’s that?”
“I also happen to know my way around the bedroom,” He whispered in my ear causing shivers of delight to race up my spine.
“Sure, I can agree to that,” I said, mildly.
“I don’t feel like you mean that,” He teased. “Say it with a little more gusto.”
I elbowed him playfully. “Maybe later you can prove it to me.”
“Oh, I plan on it. Did you know that certain types of seafood are a natural aphrodisiac?”
“I wasn’t aware we were on an episode of Fifteen to One,” I commented, very dryly.
Derek’s body vibrated with laughter. “Sorry, I just like reading random facts.”
“Hey, I think it’s cool,” I assured him as I placed my hand on his arm and squeezed comfortingly. “What did you order that has a natural aphrodisiac?”
“Clams, oysters, and there’s some studies to suggest that shrimp helps too.” He listed them as his hands traveled up once again. Once they snuck underneath my panties, I gasped as my head rolled to the side, colliding with his shoulder.
“I think we should get the food to go. What do you think?” He asked, casually as he continued his sensual exploration of my lower body.
My hand shot up. “Check please.”
*****
We barely made it to his front door when he pushed me up against the wall and had his hands under my dress. He paused as he took out his keys, jammed them into the door and shoved it open. I walked backwards as we kept kissing, and he slammed the door shut behind him, pressing me against it.
I made a low noise in the back of my throat as the food fell out of both our hands and clattered onto the floor. I plunged my fingers into his hair and tilted my head to allow him better access.
He took full advantage of the situation by attacking my lips with renewed fervor as he yanked my dress up, so that the lower half of my body was exposed. He hoisted my legs up, and I helped him by wrapping them around his waist. His hips began to grind against my center making my entire center go red hot.
He maneuvered us, so that we were heading somewhere else in the house. Next thing I knew, the back of my legs were connecting with something solid, and I spilled backwards. I wasted no time in reattaching my lips to his as I pressed my body to fit his, arching my back in the process.
Derek growled against my throat as he began to impatiently tug on the dress, in an attempt to take it off. I pulled back, gave him a sexy look as I pulled it off over my head, leaving me in my lacy bra and underwear.
His gaze rove over my body, hungrily drinking me in as he fiddled with the buttons on his jeans. I crawled forward on my hands as I placed my hand atop his, and together we undid the buttons and slide off his jeans in one fluid movement. He stood up on the bed and kicked them off leaving him in his b
oxers.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
He gave me an amused look as he pulled his shirt off over his head. “I think you mean yourself, not me.”
“No.” I shook my head stubbornly. “I’m talking about you.”
“And I am talking about you,” He stressed as he undid the clasp of my bra in one fluid movement. He tossed it aside and took the time to fully appreciate my breasts as our lower bodies grinded against each other.
He tore his lips away and leaned over the bed to rummage around in the drawer. He pulled out a pair of lacy handcuffs and gave me a heated look. “Care to try these out?”
I held out my hands in front of me in answer. “Yes.”
“I’ll be right back,” He said as he cuffed me to the railings on the bed with one arm on each side, so that my legs were slightly spread. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips and jumped off. A minute later, he was taking out the food and opening the containers.
“Has anybody ever eaten food off of you?” He asked.
I shook my head.
Derek began by feeding me little bits and pieces of food, so that I was able to savor them. When I tried pushing myself forward for more, he chuckled and took out an oyster. Using only his mouth he took it out and placed it squarely in the center of my chest with the juices dribbling all over.
He began to lick around it until I was panting and writhing beneath him then he finally took it in his mouth and nudged my mouth open to place it in the center. He tore off a piece for himself, and I nearly moaned at the taste.
This had to be one of the most erotic meals I’d ever had. He tried this with a few other types of food, each time driving me more and more insane until he finally stopped and just started kissing me instead.
“Derek,” I complained. “Come on.”
“What?” He asked as he kicked off his boxers and lay down on top of me, so that our naked bodies were pressed against each other save for my panties.
“You know what,” I huffed in frustration as I gave him a look.
“No, I don’t, tell me.”
“I want you. Inside of me. Now,” I punctuated each word with a wriggle of my hips to get my point across. Derek grunted as his eyes swung shut, and he held himself very still.
“You do test my patience,” He admitted as one eye peeked at me.
“You try mine,” I retorted. “You’ve got me handcuffed to your bed almost completely naked. What more do you want?”
“Good point,” He growled as he used his teeth to slide my panties off before he tossed them somewhere behind his head. He nudged my legs apart and thrust inside. I cried out as he finally came into contact with my core, and my entire body heated up.
My hips rotated in order to get him to move, and soon we set a pace. Unlike the previous time, this was hard and quick because of the amount of time we spent building up it. I wasn’t in the mood for slow tonight, and I struggled against my binds as I tried to get even closer to him.
“You make me feel like such an animal.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his body slick with sweat as he plunged in and out of me. “I want to fuck you like rabbits do.”
“Yes,” I gasped as he hit my sweet spot. “You should.”
“I want to hear you scream, Victoria,” He whispered. “I want to hear my name leave those plump lips of yours.”
He began to thrust even harder till the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all that was heard. My entire body convulsed and spasmed around him as I called out his name prompting his own orgasm as well.
We lay very still for a moment until he pulled out and kissed me on the forehead. He gathered me into his arms, and we both lay exhausted and spent till we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
THE END
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