Sweet Tarte – Sweet Enough to Eat

I can’t believe I’m about to do what I think we are going to do. But, fuck if I have the willpower to stop it.

The thought of not having her with me feels wrong. There’s a possessiveness rising up inside me that far exceeds the time we’ve been together. But I feel I’m in the flow of something bigger, something stronger than both of us, and far be it from me to fight what feels right.

“Don’t move.” I trace a finger over her lips as I move to the door of the private dining room, flipping the lock closed and hitting the switch on the wall to draw the crimson velvet curtains across the glass door and the two other windows that look out over the main dining area.

It’s my turn to take charge. She may have made the first move with that kiss, but I’m going to take this to the next level and beyond.

Truth is, I’ve never done anything with anyone in one of my restaurants before. That’s a hard line with me, no messing around with staff, no messing around in front of staff, no messing around period. I’m the ice man, the rock. But now that we are here, this is hot as hell. Knowing we are in a fairly public place, with this girl that’s blowing my fucking mind ready to give herself to me, has my balls tight and my mouth watering for a taste of what I know will be the sweetest pussy on the planet.

“I’ve tasted some of the finest food in the world. Cooked some of the finest food in the world. But, you know what?”

I draw her hand in mine, pulling her with me as I walk backwards toward the sofa, facing the flickering fireplace. As I let my eyes wander down, I see her nipples pressing through the fabric of her sweater.

“What?”

I spin her into me, feeling the press of her breasts against my chest. “I know there will be no finer meal than what I’m about to have right here, with you.”

A groan catches in my throat as I lower my mouth to hers and crush our lips together once again. She tastes of the sweet dessert and the fine wine and I’m drunk with her.

The little control I have left slips away as her body melts into me, her hands curving around the back of my neck as she moans into our kiss, opening her mouth wider, her tongue as greedy as mine, looping and slipping together.

I drop my hands to her ass, drawing it against me so she can feel what she’s doing to me. There’s no turning back when her hips start to move in tiny circles against me, my balls tight and ready to heave cum into her soft heaven.

Her body is small, in a way childlike, but her tits are all woman and so is her ass. When I rock back into her, dry humping until I can hardly breathe, I finally break away, looking into her eyes, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed and lust evident in her eyes.

“What do you want?” I manage, needing her to give the final okay. I’m not sure I’m thinking clearly and I’d kill myself if I did this wrong. If I rushed her or made her feel pressured. I want it to be right, even if I have to wait.

She draws a shoulder up to her ear, her dark hair falling in waves over those pink cheeks. She worries her lip between her teeth and finally looks down, but her voice rises up to give me the greatest gift I’ve received so far in this life.

“I want you to make love to me. That’s what I want.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get. But I have to tell you, Victoria…” Her eyes are on mine, a hint of concern in her brow as I finish. “This is just the beginning. Not a conquest. Not the destination. I want the journey with you starting right here.”

She gasps as I bring my lips to her neck, kissing and biting down, marking her as mine.

Because she is.

Mine.

5

Victoria

THAT DREAMY FEELING is taking over again.

I’ve never imagined how I would lose my virginity in all that much detail. I knew it would have to be with someone I cared about. That’s about as far as I ever took the fantasy train.

So, how is it that I care about this man I met a few hours ago—enough to give him something I can only give once, and never take back?

It will be his forever, and I know so little about him except that his voice, his scent, his touch—his mere presence—make me feel like we’ve forged a bond over years, not hours.

Desire pounds thought me like a drug as he tugs my body closer, the warmth of his breath on my lips, along with the confidence and power that radiate from him, only multiplying the feeling of intoxication.