LXXXII
LXXXII
"It hurts me to say this trust me, but I need to feed you first." He shut his eyes as whispered. Although his hands had not stopped running up and down my side.
"I need you more than food right now." My voice was hoarse as I spoke.
My stomach chose that minute to grumble. I hadn't eaten all day, just loads and loads of coffee.
His hands stopped their movement and he opened his eyes to stare at me in amusement.
"Your stomach doesn't agree with you." He teased.
"My stomach has the worst timing." I roll my eyes.
"Well, as bad as you think the timing is, I'm not about to put you in a million positions without feeding you."
My stomach did a twist at that statement, and it had nothing to do with hunger.
I grudgingly get up from his legs. Instantly missing the warmth of his legs against my thighs. I made a show of walking back slowly to my seat, knowing fully well that the dress hugged my curves and made sure everything was on display.
I heard him suck his teeth and I smirk. I know he wanted me just like I wanted him, but it was exciting to see what I could do to the man.
"You did that on purpose." He accused as he watched me.
There was a tiny smile on his face. His face was so sexy. I wanted to go all cave woman on him.
"Did what?" I ask as innocently as I could while making sure my cleavage were on full display.
His eyes were drawn to them instantly. But I felt myself create a pool in my panties from watching his eyes dance around my body hungrily. Turning him on was a fetish I had. Wow.
"We better feed you and get the hell out of here."
He snapped his eyes away from me to find the button he used to call the waiter. My eyes strayed to his arms, the muscles bulged underneath the suit he wore. I have never seen that much muscle on a man. When he flexed them I found myself clenching and unclenching my core walls.
"We will be having the same thing." I heard him say.
I didn't even know when the waiter walked into the room.
"I ordered the today's special if you don't mind." He tells me as the waiter leaves.
I nod as I don't mind anything. I wanted to feel those muscles on my face, I wanted to lay in them and see if they felt just as taunt as his back muscles.
"You have your horny face on right now." He said chuckling.
I raise my eyes to his face. His mouth was very distracting. I wanted to kiss it so bad, and watch him kiss every part of my body.
"My horny face?" I ask.
His mouth stretches into a smile. The smile that was doing things to my insides.
"Yeah, you have it whenever I see you."
I could feel embarrassed, but I don't want to.
"Yeah, you always look very fuckable. It's not my fault."
His eye brows shot up and disappeared into his hair.
The waiter entered with a tray and the smell was so delicious that my mouth start to water. I was so grateful he insisted on feeding me since I didn't eat anything today. Besides, you're meant to keep a guy that feeds you really close, he was willing to have sex later just so I was fed. Now that is a man you keep.
"Please enjoy." The waiter bowed before leaving.
My eyes return to the table. It's full of food. Steak of different cuts and sizes. My mouth watered as I took it in.
Kennedy chuckles.
"And you said you weren't hungry?" He was cutting up a plate of steak.
I couldn't help but notice the muscles as they worked. I was put in a trance as I watched.
He exchanged the plates, the one he was cutting and the one in front of me.
"Smaller bites are easier to chew."
My heart had started to swell double it's size. This guy was outdoing himself.
I watch as he cut his into chewable bites. His muscles were putting me in a trance all day today.
He smiled at me when he finished, I felt my throat dry up so I take a sip from the white wine the waiter poured before he left.
I take a bite from the steak. The flavors exploded inside my mouth in a way I never tasted before. This made all the other steak I ever had taste like cardboard in comparison.
"If you make those noises for meat, I really want to know how you would sound for me."
I stop chewing and swallow with force. That caught me off guard.
"Depends. Will you taste better than the meat?" I quip as I take another bite of meat.
He tilted his head to the side.
"You're so fucking sexy you know that?"
I am ashamed to admit what exactly it does to me when he swore and praised me at the same time.
Instead of answering the question. I put in a bite of meat in my mouth. Making a show of dragging the fork out really slowly. Kennedy bit his lip as he watched me. His eyes were really dark.
I loved to torment him so much.
I drop the cutlery and cross my right hand below my breasts, in a false attempt to pick up a paper towel. The hand there brought his eyes down to the racks on my chest, and remained there for the two minutes I watched him.
"Mimosa if you keep at it, you might receive punishment." His eyes never left my breasts.
A shiver ran down my spine as he said punishment. I never knew I had punishment fetish until now.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do to me? Daddy?" I tried the word out for the first time.
His eyes snapped to mine. It looked like I unleashed a new him. If I thought his eyes were dark before, I wonder what color I would call this. His iris glowed with lust. His eyes even darker.
"I'm going to bend you over this table and make you beg. You will beg me to let you cum. And from what you have been doing so far, I'm not feeling so generous."
My nipples tightened as I hear the words come out of him. I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me so bad.
"You can't." I challenge.
His dark eyes fall on me. And I want more than anything to cum over and over while looking at his face.
"You're testing me. Eat."
I rub up and down his leg with my feet. He stiffened.
"You will wish you never did that Mimosa."
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