My Heart's Passion

by Elizabeth Lapthorne

  In an instant she heard the water shut off. He came back through the door.

  “Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse. I just wanted to rinse them before the sauce dries on the plates. Personally, I hate doing dishes.”

  Chloe grinned. “I don’t mind cooking, but I don’t do it too often anymore, living alone. I usually prefer washing up after a really good meal. I just don’t think I’m capable of moving yet.”

  Samuel grinned and sat on the opposite end of the couch. Bending forward, he brought the box of cards over to the edge of the table, so they both could reach into it easily. Chloe made herself comfortable, half turned towards Samuel on the couch.

  “Shall we start, little girl? Now that we’ve both been fed, we can concentrate on other matters rather than our empty bellies.”

  The grin he shot her was huge and sexy. “Ladies first,” he insisted, offering her the box of cards as if it were the Holy Grail, or Pandora’s box of sin and temptation.

  Shooting him a cheeky grin, she smiled brightly. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”

  Being careful to select a green-edged card, she withdrew one at random and eagerly sat back to see how the evening would begin.

  Chapter Twelve

  Samuel watched with growing lust and uncertainty as Chloe read and then reread her card. She seemed faintly shocked, but he could scent her lust and desire seeping from her very pores.

  She smelled delicious to him. Fresh as the wind, yet with the faintly flowery, feminine scent that was sweet and uniquely hers. Overriding all these scents was the salty tang of her lust and cream.

  He so wanted to spread her legs and taste her. It was a burning in his gut, an ache in his loins, and the fiercest craving he’d ever had, all wrapped up into the one package.

  The pause dragged out until he could feel the pulse beat in his head and echo down in his cock. If she didn’t talk soon he’d go mad, he knew. After an eternity of lustful waiting, she cleared her throat.

  “Uh, I’m not sure we can do this one—do you have shot glasses?”

  Samuel blinked, startled and slightly confused. “Well, yeah. Why?”

  Chloe finally raised her eyes and looked at them. A vortex of emotions swirled therein. He could read lust, excitement and a sparkle of mischief within her dark, deep brown eyes. He felt certain if he stared in their depths long enough he would be able to read her soul.

  Without a single word, but with a mischievous, almost impish grin on her face she bent forward, her legs grazing his own much larger ones, and she handed him the small card she held.

  He must drink a shot from between her breasts.

  That single, oh-so-simple sentence had his cock so hard and long he feared he would come in his pants. Never, in all his life had he come in his pants. The images, the simple words and the erotic pictures they conjured in his head had his cock fit to bursting.

  At this rate he would spew his seed far and wide before even entering Chloe’s lush heat. With an iron will, he pulled his thoughts away from sinking himself balls-deep into Chloe and stood up.

  Silently commending himself for his strength of will, he muttered something vaguely along the lines of, “I’ll get the glasses”, and headed off into the kitchen. He needed the moment to splash cold water on his face and regroup anyway.

  Pulling his jeans away from his engorged cock, he dared not touch himself for fear he would explode under the pressure.

  “Don’t forget something to drink,” Chloe called out from the next room.

  Picking up a bottle of vodka from his highest shelf—where much younger, busy and eager little hands couldn’t reach it—he snagged two shot glasses and headed back, determined to keep his control until Chloe was in the same state as himself.

  Returning to the living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch, Samuel watched with undisguised desire as Chloe unbuttoned the top of her shirt. She bent forward to the table and poured half a glass full of the vodka, then carefully arranged the shot glass within her cleavage.

  Grinning, she gingerly withdrew her hands, slowly, to make sure the glass was firmly entrenched between her beautiful breasts. The silk shirt still hid most of the mounds from his view, but the healthy show of cleavage was all his poor system could currently cope with.

  If he could see any more of her silky smooth skin, if her scent was any further in his system, he would pull her down, tear the clothes from her sweet body and fuck her wildly until they both screamed and collapsed from exhaustion.

  “Okay, you can go for it now, just be careful not to spill too much. I have a feeling spilled vodka on skin will become rather sticky.”

  Nodding curtly, not trusting his voice to do anything but growl in sexual hunger, he held her waist steady. His hand easily cupped the rounded flesh, the sensation of palming her skin, even through the thin fabric of her shirt, had him incoherent in his lust.

  He dipped his head, determined to drink the shot of vodka and leave her be.

  His head bent down, angling between her breasts and he inhaled a pure shot of her scent. It invaded his system like a drug, made him higher than any steroid or amphetamine ever could. He closed his eyes, certain the color in the world just got that much brighter, that much more vivid.

  Riding the wave of lust and painful pleasure, Samuel took a moment to gather himself.

  Thrusting his tongue in an imitation of what his penis desperately wanted to do, he lapped at the vodka between her perfect breasts.

  It was on his second foray he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Both her hesitancy, and her unwillingness to remove her shirt became clear. The knowledge that she was naked under the shirt had his cock hardening even more.

  A dozen more laps and Samuel sat back. The vodka ran through his system, energizing him and making him even more lightheaded. Or maybe that was still her scent driving him wild.

  Blinking, trying to clear his head, he poured the other shot glass half-full of vodka. Offering it to her, he insisted.

  “It’s better we stay on an equal footing if we’re to be drinking. No chance of one of us taking advantage of the other that way.”

  Removing the shot glass from between her breasts, Chloe smiled and left her shirt half-unbuttoned. As she swapped her empty glass for the full one he offered, she grinned. The shirt gaped, showing a slice of her delicious breasts.

  “Sounds fair to me.”

  With one smooth motion she poured the shot down her throat, swallowing the fiery liquid. Samuel gulped, imagining her swallowing his own seed with much the same casualness.

  Carefully placing the shot glass on the table, he picked up a new green-edged card and sat back on the couch.

  He hoped to hell “Fuck madly until you are both exhausted” was an option sometime soon, or he was likely to be a candidate for the funny farm before the night was out.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chloe felt the burn of the vodka slide down her throat. She wasn’t a huge fan of the liquid, but there were much worse things to drink. She didn’t think there’d be much drinking going on through the night anyway. Samuel already looked drunk on lust—with luck she could make a move sooner or later and they could release some of the sexual tension crackling in the air.

  She watched Samuel’s reaction to the new card. He seemed to think for a few moments, then smile, a very male, self-satisfied smile. He stood up, and walked into the kitchen, saying, “I’ll just be a second,” over his shoulder.

  She sat back, curled her legs up underneath her. She pondered for a moment what his card might say. She heard the fridge door open and close, and his rattling around in cupboards.

  Growing more and more intrigued, Chloe twisted around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man in the kitchen. Not seeing anything through the small door, she turned back around.

  A minute later she heard Samuel crossing back to the couch. He held a banana in his hand.

  A banana?

  Chloe resolved if she was to stick it anywhere near her body she would
refuse. A girl had to draw the line somewhere.

  He handed it to her and she looked suspiciously from it to the man.

  “Eat that,” he commanded softly.

  Eat it? Her brain echoed stupidly. After that huge supper? Ahhh…eat it and turn him on, be suggestive, she realized. She swallowed a giggle. This should be fun.

  She snuggled into the couch cushions and watched Samuel. She expected him to sit back down, but he simply stood in front of her, almost vibrating with intensity.

  “Go on, sit down, Samuel. I’ll make a little show of this for you.”

  He stayed there a moment, clearly undecided, then nodded and sat back on the other end of the couch.

  Chloe smiled and licked her lips, wetting them for the coming entertainment. She was a tad nervous, but really, it felt a little like “Truth or Dare”. How hard could it be to turn on an already impressively turned-on man? A little nibble and wiggle of the eyebrows and maybe he’d even be coming in his pants.

  Chloe smiled at her strange thoughts.

  This should be lots of fun.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Samuel watched his vixen lick her lips in anticipation. Was she simply wetting her mouth for the coming show, or was she already trying to drive him wild? Not that it mattered either way, he had been hard for nearly two days now—anything she did turned him on.

  He fidgeted on the couch. His cock was being truly unruly and making his life miserable. With every twitch, every move, his cock pained him, reminded him how much he wanted this woman. He simply had to have her and damn the consequences. All he needed now was a break, an excuse, any reason to kiss her over and over again.

  He watched, like a man in a trance, as her delicate fingers slowly broke open the skin of the banana. The soft cracking sound echoed through his head. All of his senses were heightened in his lust-crazed state. He could hear the faint tearing of the skin as she peeled it down the flesh of the fruit.

  Samuel imagined her clothes would make a similar tearing sound as he shredded them from her body, revealing her soft satin skin to his eyes and mouth. Much like Chloe peeling the skin from the fruit revealed its soft flesh to her eyes and mouth.

  Slowly, slowly, slowly she peeled the skin down, until finally the fruit was bared to her. Samuel licked his own lips, finding his mouth dry with anticipation.

  For a minute, and then two, she turned the naked fruit this way and that, looking at it from all angles. Samuel could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Would she simply take a bite and ruin the fruit? Crushing it under her sharp little teeth? Or would she treat it with the respect and reverence it deserved?

  Samuel shook his head. This was a banana, not his cock. The difference seemed blurred in his ultra-heightened state.

  Second by second he felt the moment drag on, until finally she opened her mouth wide, jaws unlocking as far as they could, and with her teeth still protected by her soft, soft lips, Chloe lowered her mouth over the banana, closing her lips gently yet firmly over the fleshy fruit.

  She held there a minute, and Samuel could feel his heart trying to pound through his chest. His blood raced through his veins, his breath came in short, sharp pants. Oh he was a goner. He craved the feel of those soft lips around his shaft, sucking gently as he could see her cheeks cave in from the suction she was giving that lucky banana.

  He felt his face flush, whether in arousal or annoyance he couldn’t say. Annoyance that she was lavishing such affection and attention to a stupid piece of fruit, yet the arousal coursing through his system was a heady thing.

  If she could give such pleasure to a piece of fruit, the pleasure she could give his cock would be astronomical.

  His cock twitched in fierce agreement. Samuel could swear he felt a tiny pearl of seed spurt from his cock. He swallowed, mentally protecting himself for the sights to come.

  So very slowly, Chloe raised her head, showing an inch, then two of the banana as she lifted her mouth, caressing the fruit all the way. Samuel swallowed. As a form of self-inflicted torture, there was nothing better.

  He felt a lump form in his throat as she lifted her head, then swiped her tongue out to caress the fruit. Samuel felt sweat break out on his forehead.

  Then fiercely, she opened her lips again and plunged her mouth back down the fruit.

  Samuel gulped, imagining that silky smooth mouth plunging down around his cock. He would fist her hair in his hand, pull her closer, so she was as deeply embedded on his cock as possible, mouth, ass, cunt, anywhere and everywhere.

  For the next few minutes, Samuel watched in awe, lust, and jealousy as Chloe gave head to the fucking banana. He wished with a painful desperation that it was his own massive staff receiving the attention.

  Not that he could blame anyone but himself. He had insisted on playing this stupid game, he was the one who had gone off to get the banana instead of taking another card claiming he had none to perform the dare on.

  Samuel sighed in frustration.

  He was a complete moron.

  Finally, driven completely bananas—he nearly howled at the pun, even his mind was against him—he leaned forward and grabbed the stupid piece of fruit from between her lips.

  “Stop it! You’ll drive me insane.”

  He grabbed the piece of fruit, wincing as Chloe closed her teeth over the end, tearing its tip off.

  She smiled wickedly, chewing the tasty fruit. Samuel looked down at the now mangled phallus object and muttered a foul curse under his breath.

  Standing up, adjusting his jeans, totally uncaring of Chloe sitting beside him, he stalked over to the kitchen and happily threw the offensive fruit away in the trash.

  He stormed back into the living room and threw himself down on the couch, facing the woman who was driving him nuts.

  She was happily chewing on the banana tip. She swallowed and grinned. “I hadn’t finished that.”

  “You’re more than finished, woman. Go get the next card before I really lose my temper.”

  Chloe clucked her tongue. “For someone who initiated this game, you’re an awfully sore loser.”

  “Just get the card, Chloe, or we won’t be playing anymore.”

  Putting a strong emphasis on the word “playing”, indicating how close to the breaking point he really was, he watched Chloe weigh her options. For a second, he hoped she would make the first move. After teasing him with that damned banana, he was in just the mood to wrestle with her, winning, for once, and then plunging his aching meat deep, deep inside her.

  Luckily, or maybe unfortunately, after looking at him very carefully, she nodded once and bent forward to get another card.

  Samuel sighed and wondered how long he could play the gentleman before his inner beast broke free and he simply bent her over the nearest surface and fucked her madly.

  If the ache in his jeans could be taken as an indication, it wouldn’t be much longer.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chloe read the card and tried to suppress her gleeful look. Samuel was fit to bursting, and with luck this would push him right over the edge.

  Okay, so maybe she had gone a little far with the banana. But she didn’t want some tepid listless fucking from Samuel. He probably gave that to every other woman he came across. She wanted raw, fierce, primal loving. She wanted everything he had to give her, and maybe even a little more.

  And so, she had resolved to push him to his absolute limit, to break his restraint. If she was only having a short time with him, she wanted it to be the absolute best it could be.

  And here was her chance.

  Determine her bra size.

  There was only a handful—she snickered at the pun—of ways for a man to ascertain a lady’s bra size, and if she played her cards just right, they could end up determining far more than her 36-C status.

  She carefully placed the card on the coffee table, face down, so she could drag out the moment.

  Samuel eyed her warily, probably wondering what she was up to. She smiled and lean
ed back, thrusting her breasts up through the thin silk shirt.

  Tilting her head to one side, she smiled seductively. “I hope you can ad lib, Samuel darling,” she purred, “because this is a good chance for you to answer some other questions you might have.”

  He raised his eyebrow and looked very interested in what she had to say. “Do tell, vixen.”

  Chloe smiled. “On the surface, it’s a very simple request. But I think we can both make the best of it. You, dear boy, must determine my bra size.”

  Chloe watched his eyes narrow and hone in on her pert, definitely eager breasts. She could feel her nipples erect and scratch against the material of her shirt. For one very long minute they both sat there—Chloe waiting expectantly, Samuel gazing at her breasts.

  Then, very, very slowly, he leaned forward.

  Chloe sat still, eagerly waiting for Samuel to make his move. He paused above her, hands hovering within reach, but neither of them touching the ultra-sensitive tips of her breasts.

  Samuel reached out one hand and undid the next button of her shirt. With a healthy amount of cleavage now exposed, Chloe found her breath accelerating.

  Samuel bent his head, and through the thin silk, he took a mouthful of her breast. Wet heat encased her breast and Chloe found her back arching. Even through her shirt, she could feel the intense heat of his mouth, could feel the dampness seep through the silk.

  She moaned at the hot sensations. Samuel sucked her breast, releasing some of the flesh but concentrating on her nipple. Chloe felt her nipple tighten and draw up even more as her back arched her breasts further up into his mouth.

  Chloe pressed into him, desperate for more of his heat. She felt Samuel reach around her back, to support her and pull her closer into his embrace. The other hand slid inside her shirt to palm her other breast.

  As Samuel sucked and sucked on her breast, Chloe felt her control snap. She needed to feel this man, needed more of his hot flesh for her to touch. She began to fumble with the belt of his jeans.