that taste with some fruit.”
He set the wine glass on the table and exchanged it for a
ripe strawberry. He traced her lips with the fruit, wishing it was his tongue.
Her teeth were straight and white as she took a delicate bite off the red
berry. Her tongue flicked out to capture the juice that welled up on her lips
and ran down his fingers. He hissed, shocked by her boldness when she laved his
flesh with her tongue. So his kitten had claws. “Delicious,” she said. Her
voice had lowered to a silken purr that made him arch his eyebrows. “I really
love strawberries,” she said.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Perhaps I should purchase a bottle
of Golden Rose for us to enjoy together at a later date?”
“I’d like that,
Sidney
.”
“I’d offer you another strawberry, but then we’d be getting
kicked out for indecent exposure,” he whispered. He wrapped his arm around her
waist as he leaned down to inhale the tropical scent of her hair.
“T-that doesn’t sound like such a bad thing.”
He growled and nipped at her neck. “Don’t tempt me, you
minx.”
A giggle spilled
free, and he set the wine glass on the table and led her over to the cash
register.
“We’d like one bottle of the Golden Rose, please.”
He pulled out his wallet, enjoying the way she fit under his
arm. He took the wrapped bottle from the cashier after signing the receipt and
guided her out of the tent. They wandered around the grounds, stopping every
once and while to sample a different wine or look at crafts.
“Are you ready to take a break?”
Sidney
asked. He spotted a bench away from the crowd.
“I’d love to rest my feet.”
He guided her over to the shadowed area unable to resist the
privacy.
Sidney
caressed her bare arms with the tips of his fingers, savoring her quiet gasps
as he moved the light massage up to her neck. She was so responsive. If a little
touch created this response what would his mouth do on other areas? He buried his fingers into her hair as he
leaned down and kissed her softly. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue
entrance, and he moaned as the sweet flavor of wine and strawberries exploded
onto his taste buds. He explored every inch of her moist cavern, feeling greedy
as he swallowed her whimpers.
She brought her arms
up to wrap around his neck and her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling it
taut. The pleasurable pain made him moan, and he forced himself to keep things
under control. The chime of a phone was like a bucket of water. Stunned, they separated and stared at each
other in a daze as their breaths came in pants. The woman was an untapped
powder keg ready to explode, and he wanted to wring every bit of pleasure out
of her he could.
“I’d like to continue this,”
Sidney
said.
“I would, too.”
Her soft admission eased the tension that had set in as he
anticipated rejection. Despite the attraction that existed between them he was
old enough to be her father, and the sting of Christine’s cruel abandonment
lingered. He couldn’t help but feeling apprehensive.
“When?” Her whispered query was
like a chorus of angels singing.
“ I know your schedule is
way more varied than mine, so how about
your next day off?”
“That’d be next Thursday.”
“That’s perfect. My classes on Fridays don’t begin until after noon. What would
you like to do?”
“I think I’ll let you decide that, Professor.” He smiled at the sound of his title on her lips.
“I like the way that
sounds on your lips.”
“What?”
“Professor. Say it
again.”
“Professor,” she whispered.
“ Mhmmm , you have no idea how much
you please me, without even trying.” She
had all the makings to be such a good little submissive with the proper
training.
A frown crossed his lips as he helped her stand, and they made their way
towards their designated meeting point. He was getting ahead of himself. It was
much too soon to be thinking about asking her to be his
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