Paradise Found

26

ELOISE

“I’m the kind of girl who likes dessert first,” I tease, biting my lip, loving the thrill I get from hearing him groan beneath me.

“Elle!” Alistair says my name with a gravely warning before he picks me up, which makes me squeal in surprise, before placing me back down on his chair. He grabs the now empty oyster plate and takes it over to the pop-up kitchen set up beside the beach hut. I’m still in awe that he went to so much trouble for dinner tonight.

Is this our first date?It kind of feels like it is. Now I’m disappointed that I missed ouractualfirst date if this is the standard he goes by.

He's dressed in a white polo with black linen pants, and it’s only now that I notice he isn’t wearing any underwear beneath those pants, judging by the thick dick print that’s pressed against his zipper.Hmm.Alistair turns back around with two plates in his hands and walks over to where I’m sitting. He places both in front of me.I’m not that hungry that I need two meals, I think as I stare down at a plate that’s filled with freshly cut steak, vegetables, and fries.I’m hungry for a different kind of meatI internally tell myself. Alistair then walks around and picks me up off his chair and places me back on his lap, but this time I’m facing directly toward the table.

“I want to feed you, Elle,” he states, his voice all gravely with desire. No one has ever requested that of me before, but I’m not opposed to it.

“Okay,” I answer him, but the smile that falls across his face is filled with mischief.What is he up to?

“Good, then stand up, bend over the table and take your panties off,” he commands me.

The turn of events stuns me a little, and I obviously don’t move quick enough before he picks me up off his lap and pushes me forward. My hands land on either side of the dinner plates on the table clattering the glassware and cutlery. He then flicks up the edge of my mini summer dress and pulls down my underwear but only gets my panties as far as my knees. My heart is thundering in my chest as need begins to throb between my thighs. I shimmy out of my panties and let them fall to the floor. Thankfully I’m wearing nothing more than a flimsy sundress. Otherwise, I’d be missing out on bliss.

Now what?

Alistair’s hand squeezes one of my ass cheeks before he gives it a good slap. “Such a good girl.” He chuckles behind me.

Yes.The sting of his hand against my skin sends goosebumps rampaging over my body. He then nudges my legs to open wider, and I do as he desires. Then his fingers slip between my folds, and I bite down on my lip as a moan escapes me.

“You’re so fucking wet, Elle. Have you been this needy during the starters?”

A hum falls from my lips as his fingers slide inside me.

“This just won’t do.” He pulls his fingers from me, and the next thing I know he’s lowering me onto his dick, slowly filling me until I’m nestled against him. He pulls me back against his chest as his hand snakes around my body, and his fingers slide across my clit. A hiss falls from my lips at connection.

The next thing I feel is food against my lips, and it pulls me away from the throbbing need between my thighs.

“Open, princess,” Ali commands, and I do as I’m told. He slides the fork past my lips, and I bite into the succulent meat. It’s so tender it melts in my mouth. Then I feel his other hand sliding across my clit again, and my body feels torn between enjoying the mouthful of food and the tenderness of his fingers against me.

What is happening?His dick is inside me, while his fingers play with my clit, while he fork-feeds me food. The tastes and sensations are overwhelming, and I don’t know if I should come or praise the chef.

“Keep eating. You’re going to need your strength,” he warns me as I open for a mouthful of vegetables. Repeatedly, he feeds me in between bites for himself until there is nothing left on our plates. “Such a good girl,” he coos behind me.

He has edged me toward a cliff, and I’m wound up like a spring. At any moment, I could tip over that edge and fall into the abyss of ecstasy.

He sighs as he finishes his last morsel of food, all the while lazily teasing me with his fingers between each bite.

The next thing I know, he’s picking me up and depositing my bare ass on the table, and instantly I hate missing the fullness of him that I had moments ago. My eyes dip to where his thick dick is sticking out from his pants, standing to attention, ready for action. I lick my lips because I want him back inside me.

“Hold that thought,” he says, looking me over. “I can see it on your face, dessert is coming,” he states as he walks around me, grabbing our dinner plates off the table as well as the glasses. “Take your dress off unless you want to get it dirty,” he calls out from the pop-up kitchen behind me.

Quickly, I do as I’m told and pull the dress off me and sit naked, spread out before him. The next thing I know he’s walking back with a platter of desserts, which he places beside me on the table and grabs the can of whipped cream. He gives it a good shake before taking the cap off and spraying it over my breast. It’s cold, and the sensation makes me jump. His tongue is there to lick the cream from my nipple, and as he swirls it around, I close my eyes before he sucks it deep inside his mouth. He then repeats the action on the other breast.

“You’re my favorite dessert.” He grins as he squirts the cream down my stomach, and then his tongue follows, sliding along my skin. “I’ll never get sick of eating you,” he states as he squirts the cream at the top of my pelvis and then licks me clean before lowering his mouth further. He looks up at me from between my thighs, and I can see the desire swirling behind his eyes before he dips further and slides his tongue all the way up my slit. My head lulls back as my eyes close, and I suck in a breath because it feels so damn good.

* * *

“Morning,” I say, walking out of the bedroom, feeling refreshed and relaxed after a good night’s sleep. We didn’t end up getting to bed until late after Alistair fucked me on the dinner table for dessert. Then he carried me back to the villa, where he unceremoniously dropped me into the pool and ate the remainder of his dessert from my body.

We then lazed around the pool before he dragged me back out of the water and laid me on the sun lounge. I remember curling up against his hard chest as we laid back and looked up at the stars. He pointed out all the constellations he could remember and whispered them against my ear, and then we fucked slowly underneath the stars.

Hours later, he carried me inside, where I promptly fell asleep tucked up next to him. It was the first time we had overnighted together, and it was the deepest sleep I’ve had in I don’t know how long.