Sweet Curves – Sweet Enough to Eat

I jumped out of the car and hurried towards her, pulling her in my arms and kissing the pink lipstick right off her lips.

“You’re a site for sore eyes, sweet cheeks. It was hard getting to sleep last night without you in my arms.” A heart-stopping smile formed on those full, pouty lips and my dick throbbed in my pants.

“I missed you, too. Now let’s go before we get stuck in traffic.”

“It’s one in the afternoon, we won’t hit traffic.” I grabbed her suitcase and put it in the truck beside my duffle bag.

“It’s New York. There is always traffic here.” I opened the door for her, taking her delicate hand in mine and making sure she was seated. Once she was in the car I bent over buckling her in.

“You know I can put on my own seatbelt, right?” She said, looking at me with a slightly annoyed expression.

“I know, baby, but I like to make sure that all my valuables are tucked in nice and tight and you are the most precious thing in my life.” I winked, closing her door and heading to the passenger side.

“Why are you so weird about me driving anywhere? I never pegged you for a sexist.”

“I’m a man, and I think a man should drive a woman around. It’s not sexist. It’s old fashioned. Sexist is expecting you to give up your career when you have my kids.”

“You don’t expect me to do that, do you?” She asked, a look of sheer horror on her face. A loud roar of laughter escaped my lips.

“No, baby.” I said, taking her hand in mine. “I want you to be happy. You career is a big part of you. Asking you to give it up would just make me an ass. I want to be your partner not your owner. I just want to drive, pay for dinner, carry your bags, and open your doors.” I kissed her cheek, stopping at her ear, “I also want to lick that pretty pink pussy on a daily basis.”

“Oh! I brought nourishment!” Katie grinned, pulling out a plastic food container from her oversized handbag.

“I was wondering what you had in that thing.”

She opened the container, pulling out a bag full of fruit and one full of nuts. “Which would you prefer?”

“You’re a world famous pastry chef and you’re offering me that?”

“I’m not risking anything. My mother smells sugar from a mile away.” She shrugged, taking a carrot stick out of the bag and waving it in front of my mouth, I took a bite, before taking it into my hand.

“I really don’t understand how she can put this much pressure on you.”

“It’s just her way. My dad is pretty amazing, it kind of balances her judgmental nature out.”

“I guess I should be happy that you are following my meal plan,” I said, eating my carrot like a good boy. “Well, something good came out of these carrots.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“I’m gonna need to eat you, a lot. I need to get my sugar, somewhere.” I loved watching her beautiful face turn a perfect blush pink at my words.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you, baby.”

Katie

Sawyer pulled up to the house, turning off the engine and then just stared at me. I felt the unease behind his gaze.

“Don’t worry, they will be nothing but nice to you.” I said, gesturing towards him. “I mean look at you. They’ll probably think I got you from some escort service.” Sawyer didn’t say anything right away, he just stared at me, holding my eyes hostage. Then he held my face in his hands, leaned in and kissed me. The kiss wasn’t as passionate as others we had shared, this kiss was sweet and chaste but also filled with love.

“I’m lucky because you chose me.” He whispered against my lips. “Now let’s go so you can introduce me to your family.”

“Alright, but when they scare you off, this was amazing.” I said, winking at him. Sawyer rushed out of the car, coming to mine and opening my door. He put his hand out, which I took and exited the car. We stood in the driveway, staring up at the giant beach house. My mother had purchased it five years ago, her final step into the upper crust.

Sawyer lifted our bags from the trunk before we headed up to the front door. As soon as I rang the doorbell, Thomas, the butler answered the door.

“Miss Katie. It’s lovely to see you.” He said taking the bags from Sawyer. “I’ll just put this in your room.” He nodded at Sawyer and disappeared, leaving us in the foyer.

Everything about the house was white, from the marble floors to the hand crafted wooden railings and steps. The walls were white, vacant of any decorations. The house looked more like a museum than a home.