Thirty-seven

ANDREW

“You cooked for me?” Lilah’s eyes are wide as she looks from one pot to another.

I don’t know how Gladys did it, but while Lilah was upstairs taking a shower, she managed to finish everything and slip away to do laundry on the other side of the house.

“I had a little help,” I confess, coming up behind her at the counter. With my arms wrapped around her waist, I tell her, “I seasoned the green beans and boiled the water for the pasta. Gladys took care of the rest.”

With a light laugh, Lilah turns to kiss me. “It’s still sweet. Who knew you paid attention to me enough to notice my favorite food?”

“I notice everything about you,” I tell her, disrupting the teasing mood.

Her eyes grow serious as she looks at me, but she breaks eye contact almost immediately.

Moving across the kitchen, Lilah retrieves two plates for us and we pile the food on high, working in companionable silence.

Lilah sets her food on the bar then turns to swing open the fridge.

“How was your day?” she asks, reaching back to hand me a beer.

As I take it, I admire her legs as she bends over to find a sparkling water for herself. She tossed on boy shorts before coming downstairs and her lush legs are on full display.

Even though she brought her own clothes, she decided to pull on one of my T-shirts for the night and I’m not mad at the view.

“Not bad,” I say, finally answering her question. “Getting better now.”

Lilah fixes me with a knowing smirk as she turns around and catches my eyes lingering on her ass.

We eat side by side at the breakfast bar. I never really use the formal dining room and I’m glad Lilah isn’t partial to it either. It’s too big for two people.

The silence is only interrupted from time to time as Lilah moans around a forkful of food.

“God, this is so good.”

My pants grow tighter around the crotch as I watch her put on a little show, wriggling against the barstool like a freak.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” I accuse, taking a long swig of my beer. I need something cool to combat the heat rising all around me.

With an impish grin, she moans dramatically as she continues to eat.

“So, so good,” she repeats, not breaking eye contact.

“I thought we had an agreement about you tempting me, Cupcake.”

With a small frown, she feigns confusion. “I think you made that agreement on your own. I don’t remember agreeing to anything.”

Chuckling, I finish off my beer and regard her through narrowed eyes.

“Thank you for dinner. It was absolutely delicious,” she purrs, sliding off her seat to come stand beside me.

Instead of touching me, she gathers our plates. She walks over to the sink and my eyes are glued to her hips and ass the whole time.

When she leans down to load the dishwasher, my cock stands at full attention behind my zipper, making its painful plea to be set free.

Dishwasher loaded, Lilah turns to the refrigerator again, but this time she has a glass in her hand. She holds it under the ice maker and fills it with crushed ice.

I think nothing of it because she’s done the same thing countless times. But that sexy gleam in her eyes tells me she’s up to something.

The sexy sway of her hips as she makes her way back over to me is too tempting to ignore.

As soon as she’s within arm’s reach, I pull her into the opening between my legs. But when I try to kiss her, she deftly turns her head so that my lips land against her jaw.

“Not so fast,” she whispers sexily.

Falling under her spell, I watch as she fills her mouth with ice and begins sucking on the cubes with obvious gratification. How she makes even that look sexy, I have no fucking clue.

I’m so caught up in watching her mouth move that I miss her hands when they extend in my direction.

“Stand up,” she orders.

On my feet, I watch her carefully as she closes the space between us.

“Take off your shorts,” comes her next command. I shove my cargo shorts and boxers down obediently.

Pleased by my quick actions, Lilah’s smile grows as she ogles my erection.

“Looks like you’re ready for me,” she murmurs as she fills her mouth with even more ice.

A shudder of anticipation runs from the top of my head to the soles of my feet when she gathers her thick tresses at the top of her head and knots her hair in a loose bun.

Smiling again, she takes my cock in her hand and begins jerking me off skillfully. I grow even harder against the satiny skin of her palm.

“You’re so hard for me,” she notes with a lustful note in her voice. Or that might be the ice chips I can see bulging out her cheek.

Biting her bottom lip, she drops down to her knees right there in front of me, bringing her eye level with my engorged dick.

“I want to try something on you,” she says studying the vein that runs from tip to base, her hand steadily moving the whole time.

She can do whatever the fuck she wants if she keeps pumping her hand like that.

Moving the ice around in her mouth, she stares up at me with big eyes.

“Do you trust me?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I bite out when she kisses the head of my cock, swirling her cool tongue around the throbbing tip.

The cool sensation catches me off guard but it’s not unpleasant. In fact, once the initial shock wears off I’m ready for her to do it again.

Opening her mouth to take me in, she begins sucking my cock with the most blissed-out expression on her beautiful face. She stretches her mouth as wide as she can, her tongue swirling along the underside almost brings me to my knees.

A massive shudder runs up my back, and my balls tingle.

The natural warmth of her mouth mixed with the coolness of the ice chips is starting to drive me insane.

The sensation is new and refreshing as the liquid coats my rigid length. Lilah is attentive, sucking me down her throat as the ice chips melt creating even more wetness in her hot mouth.

Some of the liquid overflows from her mouth to coat her chin. The sight makes my hips buck on their own accord, eager to fill her with all of me.

Her hands move skillfully near the base as she deep-throats me. The onslaught of different sensations is driving me insane.

She pulls her lips away suddenly, and a resounding pop fills the air as she looks up at me doe-eyed.

“I want to taste you,” she says and I know exactly what she means.

When she returns her lips to my cock, my grasp on my self-control vanishes. She’s too damn good at this. The need to spray my seed down her throat consumes me.

Without warning, I erupt all over her tongue, hips bucking as I fuck into her mouth with everything I have.

Energy depleted, I pull my semi-erect dick out of her mouth and watch her swallow every drop like it’s her favorite dessert.