Delicious, Really

“Let me cook for you.”

You had said it for years, and requested once more upon my first visit to your new home. Yes, I had wanted that, too. Every recipe was crafted with heart, the desire to make something so delicious it would bring me closer and closer to you. It wasn’t very difficult, your culinary talent really did speak for itself. As did your presence.

Gentle, yet commanding. You’re so much taller than I am, I have to crane my neck up to take in all of your delightful features if I stand too close. Broad shoulders and a hardened chest were accented with an immaculately groomed beard, the dark spindles of hair peppered with silver down the center, drawing a map to your enchanting smile. You kept your hair cropped close, but it was to be found decorating other parts of your body. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve imagined how soft it would be as I ran my fingers up your strong arms, to splay them across the dark curls on your chest, stomach, further.

“How was it?”

The rumble of your voice, tinted with your charming accent, cut through my lascivious train of thought.

“Delicious, really. Thank you so much,” I swallowed the last savory bite of the incredible meal you prepared and settled back into my seat, hearing the hinges creak beneath me. The smile you bore gripped my heart, pouring liquid heat down past my stomach. You went to collect my plate, and I protested, moving to stand before your insistence was made with a playful shove from your two forefingers on my shoulder, gently pushing me back until my back hit the chair.

“Just let me take care of you. Relax,” you chuckled as you brought the dishes into the dimly lit house.

Fuck, how could I after hearing that? I crossed my legs to stifle the heat between them, but it was useless. I wanted to be taken care of by you, but not in the ways of meals and chores, as fantastic as it was. Nervous taps echoed on my wine glass stem before I was too restless to sit. I made my way to the edge of the patio to peer out into the darkness. The string of bulbs could only illuminate so far into the night, and I could hear insects buzzing in the trees. It was warm for how late it was, but I supposed thats how it always was here in the late summer. The stifling humidity was broken by a cool wind earlier that day, and we took full advantage of it by dining outside.

The trees brushed against one another with the breeze, rustling softly, moonlight starting to sprinkle the tops silver. I drank my wine slowly, allowing it to join the rest of my fully savored meal. The quiet was broken by the sound of patio door sliding closed. Footsteps padding on stone brought you beside me.

” ‘S nice out here, you know. ‘Cept for the bugs, if you mind those,” you remarked as you looked out into the vast expanse of willows and dogwoods. The beer you were finishing trickled an amber line past your lips, a few droplets clinging to your mustache. I didn’t think you noticed, but I couldn’t miss it. I cleared my throat as I set down my wine glass on the neighboring table and nodded.

“I don’t mind bugs as much as I mind nosy neighbors. They seem scarce out here, though.” It had to have been at least three quarter mile to the next house, the isolation spreading a sense of relief over me.

You smiled across at me, creases marking around your dark eyes, the overhead lights casting shadows of your eyelashes onto your pink cheeks.

“Very.” It was a low grumble of confirmation that we were indeed, totally alone out here.

Silence fell between us, unsure of who was going to make the first move. I could taste the tension, sure and spiced antalya escort as the last traces of my Syrah. I bit down onto it and turned to face you fully, surprised to see you had done the same. My slightly quivering hand reached out to rest on the center of your chest as I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Your palms reached out to cup my face, fingertips drawing down the sides of my neck to rest on my shoulders. Every small touch was electric, I couldn’t fathom how I was supposed to handle the feeling of your skin against mine.

“I’ve waited a long time to have you alone like this, too long to get hung up on niceties,” your lament drew me closer, until we were only a hairs breadth apart. I could feel your warm breath dawning over my face as you tilted my chin up to meet you, thumb and forefinger holding me in place, almost as if you were afraid I’d disappear. “Just let me look at you for a sec’, though.”

I closed my eyes and grinned, turning my face slightly to take the thumb that was traveling over my bottom lip between my teeth. You were done waiting and so was I.

You groaned and threw your arms around my waist, seamlessly lifting me off my feet. I wrapped my legs over your hips and clung to your torso as you walked us back to where my back hit a support beam. I gasped as I felt the rough wood push against the thin fabric of my tank top, but you mercifully gave me a better sensation to focus on.

Your large hands gripped my ass and pulled me flush against you, using your weight to hold me upright, peppering my face and neck with desperate kisses. I could feel my skin pull taut under your lips and teeth as you tasted the day’s salt on me. My fingernails dug into your shoulders and you moaned against the hollow of my throat.

“Goddamn, woman,” you gritted out as I ground my hips into yours, feeling your hardness against me. “Fuck.” The expletive was tumbling from you over and over as I ran my hands down the broadness of your back, finding your earlobe and biting down with just enough pressure to send shivers across your spine. I moved to lift your shirt as you spun me round, setting me on the table for a moment. Any remaining utensils and glassware tumbled to the ground with a sweep of your arm. The pinging and shattering glass made me laugh as I pulled the shirt over your head.

“‘Suppose we’ll clean that up later,” I mused as looked over the field of dark, soft hair that covered your chest and stomach, mapping its trail down to the waistband of your shorts.

You made quick work of my top, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor with everything else discarded thus far. You sucked in a sharp breath seeing my breasts bare, nipples hardening under the scrutiny.

“Don’t ask me to give a fuck about that now, not when I have you here like this.” It was more a plea than a command, but it sent a rush of heat to my core. You leaned forward to capture one nipple in your teeth, roughly palming the other breast, rolling the stiff nub between your calloused fingertips. I cried out and arced my back, once again feeling the straining of your cock against me.

My fingers clawed at every inch of exposed skin you gave me, committing the feel of you and the sound of you to memory. Your body was radiating heat as I let my hands slip over your hardness and palm you through the shorts. With a growl, you released my breast and grabbed hold of my wrist, shoving my hand down past the waistband. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt your cock for the first time. Hot, smooth velvet draped over steel, surrounded in a mound of dark curls, antalya escort bayan you nearly fell against me with a shuddering breath as I pumped you languidly.

You moved to pull down my shorts, but my other hand placed firmly on your chest gave you a pause. I moved up to cup your face, drawing my nails through the coarseness of your beard.

“Let me take care of you,” I purred, hoping the waver in my voice wouldn’t betray my confidence. You smiled and bit down gently on the tip of my index finger and leaned back. I applied gentle pressure to your chest and you allowed me to guide you back into a reclining chair. Your boots kicked aside any debris so I could lower to my knees in front of you.

I drew my nails down your chest and you groaned out as I took hold of the waistband and yanked down, you lifted your hips so I could remove them. The shorts pooled around your ankles and I had to take the moment to appreciate your pulsing cock. I wetted my lips and took hold of you, seeing your knuckles grip white against the armrests. Just a small kiss to the tip had your hips bucking forward. I planted my palms firmly on your thighs and lowered my wanting mouth onto the length of you. One of your hands found its way into my hair as my throat clenched around your cock and tears pricked the corner of my eyes.

“Jesus Christ, you’re incredible,” you gritted out as your grip on my hair tightened. I hummed appreciatively around you and worked my tongue up and around, over and over, creating obscene sounds to meld with your moans. Your chest heaved as I pulled back, releasing you with a pop and a line of saliva from my lips to your beading cock head. I smiled as you laughed in ecstasy, your grip loosening on my roots and raking through the strands of loose hair.

“If you take care of me any more than that, I’m not gonna last for the best part,” you grumbled, pulling me up from my place between your thighs. “I gotta feel you around me, can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to hear you scream my name.”

You lifted me to the table once more and I stretched back in anticipation, raising my arms over my head. You had both of my wrists in one hand as you tore my shorts away, the slickness on my thighs apparent. You buried your head in the crook of my neck and breathed in deeply.

“Fuck, just the smell of you. Tell me you’ve wanted this as much as I have.” Your lips grazed my jaw and throat as you pumped your cock before me.

“More,” I croaked out, my voice husky with need, more desperate than I had intended.

You aligned your cock with the entrance to my dripping cunt and flicked the head over my clit. I mewled with desire, tossing and turning, but your hold on my wrists was iron. You teased my pussy like that for a few moments, staring down at my face that was contorted in pleasure, neck flushed and lips drawn into an ‘O’.

“Please,” I panted out, every nerve ending aflame as you tortured me so delightfully.

“Please, what?” Your voice was dark and strained, teeth set on edge as you rubbed your rock hard cock along my clit, flicking droplets onto our stomachs.

“Fuck you,” I spit out as you bent to nip at my breast.

“That so?” You chuckled and moved your hips back, setting a whine in my throat. “I can do that. You gotta do one thing for me first.”

I bit my lip and made eye contact with you as you bent over my shaking body. “Anything.”

You raised an eyebrow with a smirk and let go of my wrists, but gave me a stern look as I went to shake feeling back into them. “Keep those up there, now.” I obeyed, feeling my heart hammer away escort antalya in my chest and another wetness surge below. That restraining hand of yours made slow work down my body, I leaned into every touch. You spread my pussy apart with two fingers as I draped my legs over the either edge of the table and lined your dick up to my clit once again.

“Cum for me like this first, and I’ll take care of you,” you breathed, waiting for my response. I nodded quickly and reached my arms up to hold the top of the table, quivering in excitement.

Your grip on your perfect cock tightened as you rubbed it back and forth over my slick clit furiously until I was crying out, arching my back and kicking my feet out. Your free hand pressed one of my thighs down as you watched me come undone under your ministrations. I ground my teeth as I felt my orgasm wash over me, absolutely soaking your hips and thighs. Your surprise must have showed on your face because I blushed furiously at the thought that I hadn’t mentioned how I can squirt so intensely.

“Good fucking girl,” you growled out your approval as you gave me no reprieve, pushing your cock into my tight cunt. We both sighed heavily and held there for a moment, relishing the feel of you fully sheathed inside me. The fullness was overwhelming and I reached up to grip your shoulders, pulling myself tighter against you. You choked out a moan and wrapped your arms around my waist, one hand settled onto my ass.

“Fuck, there is no way I’m gonna last. Not when you feel…like this,” you rasped against my shoulder. I nodded weakly and brought your face to mine. We kissed.

It was surprisingly tender, your lips moving against mine with fervor, but not urgency. Our tongues met and you groaned at the taste. Spice from the dinner, smoke from the Syrah, and the salt of your own essence. Your other hand slid down my bare back to join its brother on my ass. You took firm hold and broke the sweet kiss to look into my eyes. I bit my lower lip and pleaded.

“Fuck me.”

You obliged, gripping my ass to lift me off of my perch on the tables edge and stand, fully penetrating my sopping cunt. I wrapped my arms around your neck as you began to slide me onto your cock over and over again. The pressure was building at the base of my spine as your pace became brutal, drawing sharp cries of ecstasy from my throat. The squelching of our meeting hips was more than I could bear and I came again, dragging my fingernails into the soft curls that adorned your shoulders. The sweat was beading across your forehead and I knew you were close. I clamped down in time with your thrusts and the guttural sound that you emitted nearly made me cum again.

“Say my name, scream it for me, beg for me,” you barked out, my ass beginning to bruise from your titan grip. Your name torn from my lips as galactic light exploded behind your squeezed shut eyes, you finished hard, filling me to brim. The tension released, you unsheathed yourself from me with a groan, hearing the soft platter of liquid on broken glass and stone.

Knees weakened suddenly and your head spun, falling back into the chair unceremoniously with a sigh, I laughed breathlessly as I curled onto your sticky lap. Hearts racing, deep even breaths began to take hold and the night was filled again with the rustling of the trees and chirping insects.

My hands moved absently through the hair that carpeted your chest and stomach, now slick to your skin with sweat and the remnants of my orgasm. You tilted my face to yours and we shared a deep kiss that threatened to stir something between us again, had exhaustion not taken over. Your powerful thighs quavered under mine as a cooling breeze listed by, your arms encircling my frame.

“How was it?” You asked me again, the deep rumble of your voice against my the top of the head.

“Delicious.” Our eyes met and I was so thankful it was only my first day visiting. “Really.”