The Cliff

by Gucker, Christie A. C.

  I began to eat. “Holy shit, this is so good. You had to have ordered this from somewhere. ‘Fess up!” I accused.

  “No, Lanie, I did the whole thing right here on my own. I swear to you!” He was actually insulted. It made me giggle even more.

  “Fine. I believe you. Chillax. I have to eat this now before I freak out, because it looks so good. Stop talking to me.” I laughed and placed a forkful of the tender, perfectly seasoned and marinated ceviche in my mouth. I died, it was so amazing. Grant just watched me, waiting for my reaction.

  “Well? How is it?” He was so excited, but I just couldn’t rush the exquisite bite in my mouth. I waved him off while I rolled the amazing tastes all over my tongue.

  “Stop it, Lanie. You’re turning me on,” he said, quite seriously.

  “No, no. Shh. It’s so good. I just want to sit here and enjoy every single morsel.”

  “You’re really making me want to jump you. Stop. Or I will. Now try the martini.” He put his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands. It was hysterical. He looked like a little boy staring into the window of a toy store. I lifted the glass to my lips. I took a quick whiff. A balsamic vinegar martini didn’t really sound great. I looked back at him and placed my lips on the glass and took a tiny baby sip.

  “Holy shit!” I screamed.

  ‘What? It’s terrible? You hate it?” He was upset now.

  “No! It’s amazing. And it goes so well with the ceviche. Holy shit. You need to open a restaurant, and I mean like now.” A huge goofy grin spread across his face. He was beaming. It was so cute I reached pinched his cheek and then kissed it.

  “Kissing the cook? It must be good.” He smiled and waved at my food.

  “I’d do other things, but you know.” I winked. He frowned. Then we both laughed. I proceeded to spend the next few minutes with the ceviche and my martini; first a bite and then a sip, over and over. I thought I could orgasm it was so good.

  After I had a bit of time to recover, Grant reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. That’s when all those shots and the Mai Tai and the amazing martini hit me. I suddenly realized how buzzed I was. It was a good one, though. I didn’t feel drunk, and I had my wits about me. But I knew at this point I had to slow down. The way I was feeling, I’d be ripping his clothes off or pass out if I took it just one step further.

  I smiled at Grant and he pulled me close against him. He felt so good. His body was warm and hard and strong, yet he held me so gently. We began to sway slowly to the Hawaiian music. I began to feel myself push against him. I wanted the contact. I needed to feel him. He responded with a low moan deep in his chest and his arms tightened around me.

  We danced for a long time. Actually, I’m not sure if what we were doing was actually dancing. It was more like feeling each other while moving. I felt my hips start to move closer. It was only a matter of seconds before I was grinding against him. I sighed and pushed him back from me. I looked into his beautiful eyes and got lost.

  “We have to sit down now. Your seduction attempts are too good.” He smiled and led me back to the table.

  “Are you ready for the main course?” The time we had spent dancing had given me enough time to recover from the two courses I had thoroughly decimated. I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned next.

  He was gone a lot longer this time. I was starting to think about going in to see where he was when I heard him coming back out. I looked out over the ocean to prolong my excitement. I wanted to see this right up close. I heard Grant clear his throat at my side.

  I turned to look up at him but something caught my eye. I shot my eyes back to double check what I’d seen. Yep. I saw it. I was staring at his bare calves. He didn’t seem to have any pants on. I slowly ran my eyes up his legs and caught site of the apron. I took a quick peek behind him and saw exactly that. His behind and it was hot. I looked at his face and he had a huge grin. Grant was wearing nothing but an apron and his ti leaf maile. However, I will say he was still in theme, as his apron was Hawaiian print. How the hell did he do all this?

  On this tray were two lobster tails, broiled perfecto perfection, with drawn butter on the side. Next to those was a plate with two raw filet mignons. He placed the lobsters down on the table and turned towards his grill, giving me the best view so far of the night. I suddenly felt flushed. A familiar ache began down below.

  “The main course is being served with A Tropical Itch.”

  “Well, doesn’t that sound appetizing,” I teased and then took a sip and hummed at how tasty it was. I was in serious trouble. This was going to go down way too easy. And he had a whole pitcher of it.

  I watched him cook our meal, sipping on my drink, eyeing my lobster, and staring at his backside up and down, wishing he had put the apron on backwards. Life was good. I could barely control myself. He finally turned with our steaks and placed one on each plate. I know I had my best sex eyes going. He was enjoying it, too. He would brush up against my arm while pretending to do something at the table. He finally sat down and began to eat. He was playing me. But two could play at that game.

  “I’m going to take a quick run to the bathroom,” I said.

  “That’s cheating, Lanie. You can’t take care of things yourself unless I get to watch.” He smiled and pulled me over to him and sat me down on his lap. Man, he was playing dirty.

  “I had no intentions of doing anything of the sort.” But I was actually thinking about his lap right now. I could feel him underneath me. I wiggled myself down into him as if I was trying to get comfy, but I heard him sigh and it made me smirk. I got up, making sure to rub myself against him, and headed into the house. I ran to the bathroom, took care of some necessities, and then removed my shirt. The flowers lay perfectly over my breasts. There. Two could play at this game. I removed my shoes, too.

  When I reached the door, he already had a slack jaw. He was waiting for me. It was endearing. I sat down in front of him and looked up from under my eyelashes and spread a sweet innocent smile over my face.

  “You’re fighting naked with nakedness? That is so unfair. This is my game and you have to find your own. Wait. I take that back. You didn’t take your pants off. Fair is fair.” He smiled smugly.

  “Fine.” I stood up and removed my pants, revealing just a black G-string. I sat back down and smiled smugly back. He swallowed loudly. I was sure it was exaggerated but turned towards my food and began to eat. So did he. He refilled my drink and kept pace with me. We talked about the chocolate spa weekend and all the things we were going to do with chocolate. We talked about places we wanted to travel to, and what would be a great honeymoon spot even though we were presently not engaged. Somewhere in the Fiji Islands in an over-the-water bungalow seemed to be the winner.

  When we’d both finished, Grant cleared the dishes and kissed me before heading back inside for dessert. Follow Grant back inside for some dessert? Oh, I really wanted to, but I made the rules, and dagnabbit, I was going to stick to them. So I held my ground and sat in his backyard in my panties and lei. Lovely. Without him here, it didn’t feel as sexy as it did before.

  Within moments Grant came back with our last tray and my sexiness. He was now wearing his lei and boxers. He still looked hot as hell. He placed the tray on the side table and I again refrained from looking. He then proceeded to start a fire in his outdoor fireplace.

  “Will you please join me by the fire?” I nodded my head quickly, as I was starting to feel a bit chilled. I chose the comfy couch positioned directly in front, and Grant retrieved the tray with our dessert and placed it on the cocktail table in front of me. On the tray were two cups of coffee (the mug rims covered in a dark sugar), a bottle of Bailey’s, and the most gorgeous cupcakes. They were piled high with icing and each one was topped with a cherry and an orchid. I couldn’t wait to taste one.

  “You made me cupcakes? They’re so pretty. Now you got these from a bakery, right?” I smiled, knowing he would say they were baked from scratch.

/>   “Oh, no. These are baked from scratch, and they’re special ones, too. The base is made with devil’s food cake and filled with chocolate hazelnut spread and the icing is double chocolate fudge.” He grinned devilishly. I grinned right back at him. Now, not only did I want to eat the cupcake, but also I wanted to rub the icing all over him and lick it off.

  He poured Bailey’s into my coffee and handed me the cup. I took a deep breath in and exhaled. The aroma was amazing. I grabbed a cupcake and began to slowly lick the icing off like it was spread on Grant. He watched me intently and I noticed the hand holding his coffee was shaking a bit. I made moaning noises and closed my eyes and basically gave him a show of appreciation for his baking skills along with one to turn him on. I could see from his boxers he was enjoying both.

  I moved closer to him on the couch.

  “These are just … orgasmic.”

  “I was hoping so.”

  I offered him a bite and he leaned in, licked off some of the icing, and then took a bite big enough to expose the chocolate hazelnut spread filling. I noticed he had a little bit of icing right on the edge of his mouth. I edged closer and closer. I basically crawled into his lap and straddled him. My panties didn’t stand a chance; they were drenched almost immediately. I leaned in and licked the icing slowly from one end of his lips to the other. A soft oh escaped them and he grabbed another cupcake and rubbed the icing all over his mouth. Now a soft oh escaped my lips. I lapped it up and his lips parted for his tongue to dip into my mouth and we began to slowly swirl them together. I moved closer to rub myself against his chest, but he grabbed my arms and pushed me back; so I pouted.

  “Lanie, you’re entering dangerous territory here. I can’t promise you I’ll have the restraint you’re asking of me if you continue to tempt me the way you are.”

  “How about we move this party inside?” I beckoned.

  “Now you’re truly asking for it. I have no resolve when it comes to you and your beautiful body. I’m right on the brink.”

  I got up and grabbed another cupcake and my coffee and headed inside. I turned and gave him my best come-hither-and-hurry-the-hell-up glance and he grabbed the whole tray and followed quickly behind me.

  We settled on his living room couch. He grabbed a cupcake, moved my lei quickly out of the way and smushed the cupcake right onto my breast.

  “Oh, no. Look what I’ve done. I’ve made a mess. Let me clean that up for you.” And he began to suck the icing off me. I arched my back toward him and prayed there were enough cupcakes to cover my entire body and his. God, I loved chocolate hazelnut spread. There had to be some kind of aphrodisiac in it. He grabbed my arms right at my biceps so I was basically pinned to his face as he feasted. I felt my whole body aching for him now.

  When every little bit had been cleaned off and I had squeaky-clean breasts, he released me and sat back.

  “What? What are you doing?” I said, confused.

  “I’m doing the right thing and not letting this progress any further. I will keep rule number two’s integrity.”

  I couldn’t believe it. I was letting number two go to pot and he was going to stop it? Seriously? Isn’t this what all the trouble he went to was about? The whole night, the food, the drinks, the seduction, and now he wasn’t going to be a rule-breaker?

  “Fine,” I said angrily, and tried to pull myself off his lap. Rejection hurt. Was it due to her? That pissed me off even more. Now I could feel a scowl on my face.

  “Lanie.” He gently placed me all the way back down on his lap. He took my face in his hands and looked me straight in the eye. “I did all this for you. Not just to get you in bed, although I’m not adverse to that at all. But I digress. This whole night was to show you how I would do anything to make you happy. If I just went right in for the kill, what would I be showing you exactly? That you’re a great lay? You mean so much more to me than that. I want to follow your rules.” He sounded so sincere and I instantly felt like an ass.

  “But why all the hot nakedness then?” I really wanted to know.

  “Lanie, I didn’t say it couldn’t be fun. I promised to follow your demands because I thought they were correct. But I can’t keep my hands off you. So I have to be a little bad. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Grant, I love you. Thank you for tonight. For stopping me, I think.”

  He chuckled and pulled me into a tight hug.

  “Lanie, I love you more than you can ever fathom. It’s very hard for me to stop. I don’t really want to. But I’m doing it for you. How lame does all this sound?”

  “It’s not lame at all. It’s sweet … and thoughtful … and it makes me realize even more how lucky I am to have you.” I nestled my face into his neck and immediately started nibbling. He pushed me back.

  “What are you doing? I just got us stopped and you’re going to get me all started again.” He laughed.

  “You said we could have fun. Would it be easier to not touch each other?” My voice kind of squeaked at the end. I double eyebrowed Grant. He shot me a hot what-are-you-thinking look. I smiled wide.

  “Well, it’s touching you that makes it so hard to stop; so what if we just got really close and never touched?” I raised my brows now waiting for his response.

  He pushed me off his lap, pulled off his boxers and stood up on his knees, facing me. Then he pointed at me. I won’t say with what, but anyone who is intimate with any man knows how they get with their Cannoli whether it’s spongy or rock hard. They all have to make it do silly stuff. Like puppet shows, or using it as a stylus for your tablet, and other things it shouldn’t be used for. This one was presently a pointer. I had to laugh and if he kept doing things like that, I wouldn’t have to worry about how to get myself to stop.

  He noticed the look on my face; he blushed and let it drop. “You’re turn,” he said sheepishly. I shook my head and removed my panties, then knelt the same way in front of him. We moved closer together until we were just an inch or two apart.

  He took a deep breath in and then let out a long exhale. His lids became heavy and I could tell mine were, too. We were so quiet, even breathing silently. He leaned his face into mine like he was going to kiss me, but stayed just far enough away to make it torturous. The electricity between us was intense. The pull was so hard to resist. He raised his hands and mock ran them slowly over my body. My skin tingled everywhere he hovered, as if I could feel the energy from his hands caressing me.

  I mimicked his movements, but ran my hands over his chest. I moved my parted lips close to it and began to softly breathe across his skin. So hard not to just bite it. I wanted to so badly. I let a small sound escape my throat, which in turn made him groan. We continued to not touch each other until we were both breathing faster and heavier. I looked him in the eye to let him know this was becoming too much for me.

  “Lanie, I am so with you on that one. But that should show you I don’t even have to touch you to want to make love to you. I’m so worked up I could explode in a second. I need you.”

  “Grant. Yes. Take me upstairs. Do me on the stairs. Take me right here. But I need you. Now. I need to feel you inside me. I need to be one with you. Please, break rule number two.”

  He grabbed me and pulled my body against his. The feel of his skin against mine was amazing and I couldn’t help but start brushing back and forth against him. I shut my eyes and pushed my hips into him. He stood up, so I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet.

  “Where are we …?” He put his finger over my lips to hush me. He reached down and picked me up and headed towards the stairs. He grazed his nose over my breasts repeatedly as he walked, looking up now and then to make sure we weren’t going to crash into a wall. We giggled as he tried to maneuver me. When we reached the stairs, Grant looked up, and then he put me down.

  “You’re not going to take me to your man-cave?” I giggled.

  “Yes, I am, but not holding you like that.” He bent over and slung me o
ver his shoulder. I watched in horror as he walked up the stairs; the floor was getting further and further away. Images danced in my head of us losing balance and tumbling backwards. My face, that floor. No thanks. I shut my eyes. I knew he was strong enough to carry me. He’d never let anything happen to me, yet the fear existed.

  “You can open your eyes now. I know you have them shut, Chicken.” He placed me on my feet.

  We got into his room, where he quickly offered me the facilities. I took him up on it. I freshened up, and when I got back he had the bed turned down and candles lit everywhere. There was music playing softly in the background. He always had something romantic around the corner waiting for me. I felt loved.

  He took a moment as well and I sat down on the bed and waited for him. He came out of the bathroom and was on me before I knew what hit me. His lips crushed to mine and he lowered me to my back. We proceeded to grope and make out until I was grinding against him furiously, anything to get him closer to where I needed him to be. He placed his arm around me and pulled me up to the pillows. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I was ready to make passionate love to him without a second thought about stupid rule number two.