by Kate Gilead
I nod, swallowing hard. He lifts my chin and kisses my nose, then my lips. “I’m not letting you go until you give me a smile.” I roll my eyes. “That’s not a smile….c’mon.” He tucks his chin into my neck, play-snarling and tickling. I can’t help but giggle. “Aha! There! That’s better. Now, c’mon, lets go out back. I’ve got some baking potatoes on the grill and the steaks will only take a minute.”
“Okay. I’m starving!”
“Good. Me too! Would you like a beverage? A glass of wine? I’ve got red, but also white and rosé. Also, beer and cider. Also, my dad has hard liquor around here somewhere, if you want to really tie one on.”
“Hah! No thanks, it’s a work night. But I’ll take a glass of red to go with my steak.”
“Ehhh-ksellent choice, mademoiselle,” he says, in a cheesy French accent.
Phew! Reprieved!
I really appreciate how relaxed and playful Blake became when he understood what I was trying to say.
And I like how willing he was to listen…and try to understand me, even if I didn’t exactly make it easy.
“I’ll have red, too.” He takes two glasses from a cabinet and a bottle of Napa Valley cabernet sauvignon from the wine rack. He pours us both a generous amount and we take our glasses out to a large deck.
“Wow! It’s beautiful here!” The yard is enormous, lined with trees on both sides and at the back. “You grew up here with this back yard? Lucky!”
“Yeah, I know. There’s a creek there too, behind those trees. When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time back there with my friends.”
He opens the grill and pokes the foil-covered potatoes with a fork. “Yep, these are done,” he says. He removes them from the heat and places two thick grilling steaks onto the hot surface of the barbecue, where they instantly sizzle, sending out an appetizing smell. “I seasoned them with Montreal steak spice, is that okay with you?” he asks.
“Mmm, yeah! I love that stuff,” I say, taking a sip of my wine. I walk over to the deck railing and lean against it, looking out at the peaceful setting.
“Awesome. I knew you were a girl after my heart,” he closes the grill cover and sips his own wine. “These steaks will be a few minutes, and then we can eat.” He comes to stand close to me, sliding an arm around my waist and nuzzling my hair.
As soon as he gets near me, it’s as if all the tiny hairs on my body stand up at once.
“So, apart from seeing the doc, what’d you do with your day off today?” His voice is close, his breath, warm in my ear.
“Oh, not much,” I say, and lean back against him. “Lazed around. Watched a movie. Cleaned.” He snuggles me closer.
“You had a good day?”
I nod. “Yes. Thank you, Blake.”
“My pleasure.” One of his hands pushes my hair away from my neck. He bends and kisses my neck, very gently, and then again, and again, moving up towards my ear, his breath warm and intimate against my skin. My eyes close and my knees feel all watery.
My head tilts away from him, giving him room to place a row of soft kisses along my jaw, making my center loose and warm and wet. I let out a soft moan.
He lets out a heavy breath and pushes his erection into my hip. Gently, he grasps my chin, tips my head back and kisses me soundly on the lips.
Then he says “Gotta turn the steaks,” and, smiling down at me, he smacks my ass smartly, rubs the spot with an open palm, and then goes back over to the grill, chuckling.
I don’t know if I’m hungrier for steak or for what Blake’s packing in his pants right about now.
I follow him and watch as he turns the delicious-smelling steaks over, showing nice grill stripes on the cooked side. He slices one of them open with a knife, showing me how the meat is cooked on that side.
“How’s that look?” he says.
“Perfect, pink and juicy, just how I like it.”
“Yeah, pink and juicy is just how I like it, too,” he waggles his eyebrows, making fun of his own innuendo.
I give it back, just as broad and obvious. “Well, that’s good because I have something pink and juicy just for you.”
“Oh? What is it? Bubblegum?” He closes the grill again and turns back to me. One of his hands slides up my waist to my breast, where he squeezes it gently, sending shivers throughout my body.
I cover his hand with my own and laugh. “Nope.”
“Nope? Then, it must be a nice piece of ham?” He pulls me close and mouths my earlobe. Another flash of tingles rushes through me. I close my eyes, laughing and very turned on.
“Nope.”
One of his hands is on my ass now, caressing and squeezing. “Mmmm,” his breath is warm in my ear. “I hope it’s something warm and tender. And tight.” The other hand lifts my skirt and slides along my bare skin, then under my panties.
I hold my breath.
Looking into my face now, his hand goes between my legs and brushes against my pussy ever so lightly. His lips on mine, his voice muffled, he says, “This will be my dessert.”
Oh God! How am I supposed to make it through dinner now?
One more kiss and then, together, we bring the food inside.
No meal I’ve ever had was so delicious. It feels like every one of my nerves is wide awake and in a state of high anticipation. Judging from the bulge in Blake’s pants as he takes a seat, he feels the same.
But we take our time over the meal, savoring the juicy steaks, which are cooked so perfectly they melt in the mouth. The potatoes are fluffy and buttery, served with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkling of chopped chives. There’s a crisp, tasty salad of spring greens with a balsamic vinegar dressing.
“Damn, Blake! You are a great cook! I am seriously impressed!”
He finishes chewing his mouthful of steak, and swallows. “Thanks,” he says. “None of this is very complicated to put together, but then again, the best meals tend to be the simplest.”
I nod and take another bite of delicious grilled meat. Yum! Washed down with the red wine, every bite is a smorgasbord of taste and textural sensations, all heightened by the undercurrent running between us.
“Jenny?” he says, about halfway through his steak. Under the table, he caresses my bare foot with one of his much larger, sock-covered feet, then lets it rest on top of mine. Who ever thought playing footsies under a table could convey such an amazingly warm and reassuring feeling. “I think we should have a quick talk about our, ah, personal, um, sexual health situations.”
“Ah. I agree,” I say. “How about you go first.”
“Okay,” he says amiably. “I had a full check up when I started with the company three months ago. Including blood panel and STD work-up. Everything came back negative. I’m completely healthy and free of defects.” His eyes twinkle. “I had my share of girlfriends back in LA. But I haven’t been with anyone for a long while. And frankly, haven’t been looking, especially since I came back here to Ohio.”
I nod. “By chance, would you happen to have the paperwork with the results for that handy?”
“I would indeed.” He smiles. “If you want to see them.”
His foot, still covering mine, wriggles reassuringly.
I smile back. “That won’t be necessary. I trust you. I can’t provide any proof of my own until the results from today’s testing come back from Dr. Mendel’s office. But, I haven’t had a boyfriend for nearly two years. The last time I had a checkup was a little before that ended, and everything was fine. I’m sure I don’t have any problems.”
“Alright. That’s good enough for me. You don’t seem to be particularly disease-ridden.” He winks at me broadly and takes another sip of his wine.
“Oh, no?” I laugh. “Is that a high compliment to pay a woman back in California?” I arch an eyebrow at him teasingly and take a sip of my own wine in turn.
“The highest.” To my amazed delight, he hunches over, lets his tongue hang out of the side of his mouth and sucks in his cheeks. I watch, giggling, as he makes one
eye turn lazily in towards the other, making himself look like an enormous goof. “Hey babe, you don’t have too many flies buzzin’ around your head…heh heh, heh heh….so, ah, how about it? Ya wanna git it on?” He effects a flawlessly-pervy surfer-dude accent, surprising me and making me giggle so hard, I nearly choke on my wine.
In return, I curl my lips around my teeth, hiding them, squint one of my eyes shut and jerk my head as if I have a really bad tic. “Jes’ lemme finish smokin’ dis here crack pipe,” I say, in a lisping, raspy voice, raising a pretend-pipe up to my lips, “and den I’ll gives ya’s a gum job like ya’s ain’t never had before, I gurr-run-tees ya’s!”
His eyes widen and we both crack up.
“A gum job? Hmm…that sounds…interesting.” he says, grinning.
“Oh yeh? I gots ya’s covered,” I rasp, hiding my teeth again. “Special price for ya’s, too, just for tuh-day!”
He guffaws. “I’ll meet ya’s behind the liquor store laters,” he says, “where I gots a mattress in a dumpster, all nice and cozy!”
“Ooooh, that sounds high-class! You’s a real gennelmin, ain’t ya’s?”
Chortling, we clink glasses and get back to eating.
Chatting about inconsequential things, our eyes meet and take each other in as we eat, the knowledge of what’s about to happen seemingly vibrating in the air between us, making me feel incredibly alive.
Tonight, he’s confident as usual, very like the way he comes across at work, except in a much more funny, casual and relaxed manner.
His calm self-assurance uplifts me, and gives me confidence in him as well.
He finishes first and sits back, falling silent. He sips his wine and watches me, a smile playing around his lips. Finished myself now, I use my napkin, smile impishly back at him, and stand up to begin clearing the table.
I take our plates to the sink and turn on the faucet to rinse them. In a flash, he’s behind me, his hands braced on the counter on either side of me, playfully trapping me there.
“Well, hello,” he says, and pushes his groin against my behind. “Fancy meeting you here.” His voice is low and growly. If his erection disappeared during the meal, it’s back with a vengeance now, grinding against my ass insistently.
“Hello yourself,” I say, turning to look back at him. “No vacancies in the dumpster tonight?”
“Heh heh, nope,” he says. Putting his hands on my hips, he pulls them towards him so that I’m bending at the waist. My breathing intensifies as I watch him out of the corner of my eye.
He pushes himself against me, rocking from side to side, as he trails his fingers along the outside of my knees. Lifting my skirt as he goes, letting his fingertips run all the way up my thighs, across to the front and dipping towards my center. I bend forward a bit more, pushing my behind into him.
“Hmm,” he purrs, running his hands up my waist to my breasts. He cups them before taking my nipples between his fingers.
I moan. My cleft throbs, and I push my ass into him boldly, wiggling and rubbing it against his hardness.
“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, his delight evident in his voice.
Then he turns me around, takes me in his arms and crushes my lips with his.
Chapter Twelve
Jenny
His hands go to my head and tangle themselves in my hair, holding my head, turning it this way and that as he ravages my mouth.
One hand lets go of my head and travels firmly down my back, strong fingers pressing me more closely into his embrace.
The other hand finds its way back to my breast, cupping and massaging it again.
God, his hands feel great!
He backs me up against the counter now and lifts my skirt, both hands going under my lacy panties to squeeze my ass. I can clearly feel his need as he pushes himself against me.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers, his mouth against my neck, “You have the finest ass I have ever seen!” His presses his raging erection against my belly. “Feel that? That’s all for you.” But I can’t answer, only moan, as he ravishes my mouth with his own again.
We break the kiss and lean against each other, breathing hard.
“I’ve thought about this since the day you first walked into the office.” He rocks his body gently against mine. “You, with your creamy skin, those blue eyes and long dark hair. What a fucking combo!” He chuckles admiringly and runs his hand over my hair. “I’ll never forget that first day. You were wearing that sensible gray plaid skirt and that white blouse with the ruffles.”
He’s making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and best of all…? He has seen and felt enough of my curves now to be very aware that I am not some skinny little thing.
He doesn’t care. It’s obvious. Not only does he not care, he is turned on…all the way on…by my body and my look. I don’t have to worry. He likes me, just the way I am. Thank God!
His voice is muffled against my neck now. “I love the way you dress for work.” He mouths the skin under my jaw, making me gasp. “Oh, yeah,” he whispers, “You dress so demurely, but you can’t hide how voluptuous you are.” He places a row of tiny kisses along my neck, then nibbles my chin delicately. “Like you’re trying to hide your sinful…” kiss, “…silky….” kiss, “…luscious curves under those schoolmarm skirts.”
Now he kisses my lips again, gently, open-mouthed, letting his breath mingle with mine. Both hands return to my breasts, each one lifting, hefting and massaging a handful of my flesh, his thumbs brushing my aching nipples. “And…these breasts…Jesus Christ! As if ruffles or frills could hide these beauties!” And now, both hands go around to my bra strap to release its hooks.
“Lift your arms, baby,” he says, and I do, letting him take my blouse up and over my head, with my bra following. My boobs bounce free and he bends to bury his face in them,. “Ahh, yeah…glorious,” he whispers, taking a mouthful of one, then the other, using his tongue and teeth gently on each nipple in turn.
I close my eyes as shocks of pleasure shoot straight from his sexy mouth to my clit.
Then, his hands go around my waist and he lifts me up and onto the counter.
Now, his fingers work one nipple, his tongue and mouth work the other.
My hands in his hair, my legs wrapped around his waist, I arch my back into his mouth, reveling in the sensation.
He stands up straight and kisses me again, his tongue darting into my mouth as his hands spread my knees. He looks down, attention riveted to what his hands are doing.
Breathing hard, I lean back to give him better access. One of his hands finds my folds, a finger stroking the wetness he finds there, before making its insistent way deeper, seeking entrance.
Pausing for a moment, he reaches behind me to push some kitchen items out of the way. “Lean back some more, Jenny. Let me in there,” he whispers in my ear.
I raise my hips, helping him pull my panties off. He spreads my legs more fully, exposing my soaked, shaved pussy. “Yum yum,” he murmurs, smiling devilishly, “time for dessert.”
“Put your legs up on my shoulders,” he says. I do, then I gasp and close my eyes as he pushes his tongue into me, hard, and then swirls it, coaxing more of my juices forth. His tongue creates tiny splashing sounds, making my pussy contract with pleasure.
Oh my God this is so dirty and sexy, getting it on with my fantasy man, in the kitchen of his childhood home!
He swipes his tongue upwards with broad strokes next, laving my clit over and over, making my hips rock and tremble. Ah Jesus! So hot, so wet and good, my head lolls backwards, eyes closed, as he plunges his tongue inside of me again, making my entrance clench like it’s trying to grab his tongue before it can get away.
“Jennifer,” he groans, “your pussy really is like dessert…sweet and delicious!”
He suckles my inner lips and then uses the point of his tongue to flick my clit. With one hand, I grab the edge of the counter, and the other grabs his hair. I’m moaning and writhing as his flutte
ring tongue makes my body shiver again and in spasms of pleasure.
Now he puts both hands under my ass and lifts me towards his mouth. He plunges his tongue inside me, swirling and sucking, then he takes my labia into his mouth, one at a time, and then both at once, making loud, sexy slurping sounds, before returning to tongue-fucking my entrance.
“Hhhnnnh,” I hear myself cry out, and I arch my pussy up towards his mouth, seeking more attention on my pulsing nub.
He uses his other hand to pull up on my flesh, exposing my entire clitoris. I look down and see its red and delicate roundness, throbbing with pleasure.
Then he fastens his lips around that tiny erection, sucking it as deeply into his warm, wet mouth as it will go.
“Uhhnnnh…uhhhh! Oh, Jesus,” I moan, shaking.
“Mmmmmph,” he mumbles, and then he begins to lash me mercilessly with that talented tongue, flicking then stroking, then flick, then stroke, and sucking my flesh into his mouth again as hard as he can.
My eyes roll back in my head as he rockets me towards orgasm. My legs close and then fall open, close and then fall open again.
And then ohhhh…ohhhhh, everything comes to a standstill, my breath pauses and a light seems to grow deep inside….and I’m coming…I’m coming, sobbing my pleasure, hips pumping, pussy contracting strongly while he flogs my throbbing, aching button with his tongue, until my legs nearly crush his head in a profound, almost violently pleasurable orgasm.
Before the last contraction is done, he has me off the counter and bent over in front of him, my skirt up around my waist. I hear the zip of his fly being opened, his pants hitting the floor, and then the tip of his hot, hard cock is pressing my entrance.
“Hnnnh,” he grunts, and it’s the sound of pure masculine need. So hot! He pushes his cock into me greedily, spreading me with both hands, opening my juicy, thrumming pussy.
