Page 23 of Perfect Blend
As usual, she is a goddess wrapped in a grey business suit. Her light blue blouse highlights her eyes, an ocean of blues, her strawberry lips rival her flushed cheeks.
“Sorry I’m running late.” She removes her suit jacket and sets her purse down on a chair. “I forgot my gym shoes this morning so I’ve been stuck in heels all day.”
As she leans over to remove her heels, I get to admire the view. Her ass is spectacular and I can feel my cock practically strain against my zipper. I turn around to try and think of anything other than Sally sprawled out naked in her bed climaxing underneath me. I take a deep breath and try counting down from ten.
“I hope it’s okay for me to be barefoot,” she says pulling me from my breathing technique. “I just couldn’t imagine any more time in them.” She closes her eyes and inhales deeply.
I can see the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her blouse.
It’s going to be a long dinner.
“No problem at all,” I grit out. “I have three different pizzas for you to try tonight. Consider it an expansion of your palette.” I lead her to the couch, lightly touching her lower back. “You just sit and I’ll start you with a slice.” I linger for a moment.
She plops down, folding one leg underneath her, making herself at home. I get her a plate with the first pizza. They’re all from the place behind the roastery. My go-to late night meal. The first slice is my favorite. A thin crust, homemade tomato basil sauce, mozzarella, pepperoni cups, and spicy honey drizzled on top. Mouthwatering.
I hand the slice to her and tell her to smell it first, then taste. I sit down next to her with my plate, ready to devour it.
“What’s all over it?” She looks at the pizza with uncertainty, her nose scrunches up.
“Taste it first. Wait, do you have food allergies?” I put my hand on her thigh. There’s a spark between us, her face softens.
“No food allergies. Victor, I trust you,” she lifts the slice to take a bite. I remove my hand from her thigh. Sally closes her eyes and moans, the sound like a siren’s song for my dick. Honey dribbles down her chin as she continues to eat.
“It’s delicious,” she says between bites.
I want to lick the honey away, but it wouldn’t be enough.
I want to devour her.
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Sally
“It’s my favorite,” Victor practically growls through gritted teeth.
This was a bad idea. We should have gone to a restaurant. I close my eyes, trying to focus solely on the pizza and not the growing sensation between my thighs. I set the plate on the table next to the couch and reach for a paper towel.
Victor reaches out, he places one hand on my thigh and leans towards me. I freeze. I can feel my nipples harden in anticipation as he traces my bottom lip with his thumb before licking his finger.
“Tell me Sally, are you just as sweet as honey?”
I came here for pizza and friendship. But damn if I won’t give in to the pull between us.
“I suppose you could have a taste?” I murmur, as I unbutton my blouse another button, exposing the lace underneath. His eyes darken as I lightly skim my fingers over my cleavage.
Victor moves like an animal on the prowl, he kneels in front of me. He grips my hips, pulling me towards the edge of the couch. I’m eager to feel his hands on my skin, I unzip my pants when Victor stops me from going further.
“Let me Sally.” He slowly eases my pants off of my legs and tosses them aside. He kisses my inner thigh, right above my knee. And starts to trail up towards my sex. I squirm, easing my body into the couch. I’m eager for more.
Victor reaches out to unbutton the rest of my blouse. The cool air against my breasts in welcome as the heat rises between us. He traces one nipple with his tongue through the lace. My body responds automatically, my hips gently rocking.
As he continues to pay attention to my breasts, he eases my underwear off pulling the waistband down in a swift move.
With a devilish grin he moves his head between my thighs. The moment his tongue flicks against my clit it’s pure bliss. I can feel my back arching as he licks my core in swift motions, quickening and then slowing the pace. Teasing me as he continues.
Such attention, such care, such love.
No, not love, just companionship.