Chapter Five

Jessica

My stomach was in knots. I could feel the consequences of my actions bubbling up to the surface. I doused those flames with a glass of wine. I was drowning and looking for somebody to throw me a life preserver. I had no idea what to make of Sebastian. I came here ready to wipe the grin off his face. Surprisingly, I found myself enjoying being in close proximity to him.

I was feeling the effects of the liquor running through my veins. My head was swimming with this lightheaded intoxication. My worries washed away in the sea of wine numbing my senses. Seeing him through rose-colored glasses gave me a better understanding of what I faced.

“Dinner is ready. I hope you are hungry. I want your honest opinion.” I got up slowly using whatever surface I could find to keep myself on my feet.

“I haven’t eaten anything all day. I hope you have more than enough for seconds. My appetite can be overwhelming at times. I’m looking forward to you altering my expectations.” I was tired of waiting and the scent of the food drew me to it like a moth to a flame.

I still knew what I was doing, but my inhibitions had lowered significantly. I was licking my lips and giving thought to how I was going to get him out of his clothes. His tuxedo was hiding his body from my eager eyes. The clothes really did make the man.” The food was presented with the steam from the concoction swirling in the air around me.

“This is my special Gumbo. I spent hours perfecting it all afternoon. It turned out better than I could ever hope for. I don’t mean to brag, but I can back up my claim.” He sat down within reaching distance. It was tempting to grab the back of his head and force my tongue down his throat.

“I don’t think that I’ve ever had Gumbo. Color me curious to try it. It does smell fantastic and I hope it does your description justice.” One spoonful and the flavors were dancing on my taste buds.

“Don’t leave me in suspense. The look on your face tells me more than anything you can possibly say.” I was force feeding the mixture of meat and spices into my belly.

The China was a nice touch, but I was afraid of its delicate age. I was terrified of breaking something that probably cost more than my mortgage

I made sure to savor every bite. I got up and made my way into the kitchen with my empty bowl. I filled it and joined him with his arms crossed smugly.

“I can’t seem to get enough. You should seriously consider entering this into some kind of cook-off. You would win hands down every time. One taste and they would award you the blue ribbon without even bothering to try the others.” The Gumbo was soaking up the abundance of alcohol and had this sobering effect.

“I don’t often get the chance to entertain. I’m not saying I haven’t had my fair share of dalliances. There was nothing between us other than a mutual exchange of pleasure. I didn’t feel the need to show off my culinary talents in the kitchen.” I looked at him and was ready to do something bold and brazen.

“I don’t know what made me so special. Nobody has ever treated me with this kind of kindness. I would’ve been happy with takeout, but you took it to another level. I’m guessing there is a dessert to go along with this. This has been one surprise after another.” I wasn’t disappointed and my plan of using him as a scapegoat for my anger was no longer an option.

“I do have something decadent to touch your lips. This is a recipe which I only use for special occasions. I want you to experience it. I don’t know why. Excuse me for a moment. Don’t go anywhere.” Wild horses weren’t going to be able to pull me away.

This was an exercise in how to seduce a woman by starting with the little things like a home-cooked meal. There were finesse and expertise in how he had crafted the perfect aphrodisiac.

He came back beaming with pride.

The delicate dessert was a perfect contrast to the hard muscled man delivering it. It didn’t seem possible for something like this to be made with masculine hands. This euphoria surrounded me one bite after another. I went from 0 to 60 in 5 seconds. I was dreaming in color with this rainbow of emotions grabbing me insistently.

“I love seeing how you react. Watching you take the first bite is my way of living vicariously through you.” The dress I was wearing was feeling too tight and I was desperate to relieve myself of its cumbersome burden.

“I don’t want this evening to end.” I pushed the plates out of the way after I had finished it down to the last crumb.

“I didn’t do this expecting anything.” I slid across the table with my legs spread in front of him.

“Spontaneous acts are good for the soul. You opened my eyes to a world I have never seen before. The universe has been sending signals all night. The way you dressed and how you cooked with such grace was inspiring. You are going to get laid.” I took a hold of my dress and hiked it up to my waist.

“There are no words that could possibly come close to describing what I’m seeing. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I hooked one leg over his shoulder with my stiletto digging into the back of his neck.

“I’m afraid it’s the other way around. You’re not taking advantage of me. I’m the one taking advantage of you.” I lured him closer with the fragrance of my sex permeating the air.

“I never thought it was possible to feel overcome with sexual distress. A woman like you only comes around once in a lifetime. You might not think you are anything special, but I wouldn’t have gone to all of this work for just anyone.” I could feel his hot breath touching the crotch of my panties.

“A man like you is destined to sleep with his fair share of women. I can’t be sure this isn’t your game. I want to believe the words coming out of your mouth.” The first flicker of his tongue made me arch my chest with my nipples poking out obscenely.

“I won’t be able to stop once I get started. I wasn’t lying when I told you how I feel from my heart. Love was never supposed to be in my cards.” I was about to object and tell him this was physical and nothing more. I couldn’t make the words form in my mouth.

“Why don’t you show me how you feel? I want to know that I’m not a notch on your belt. Are you even going to remember my name in the morning?” I wasn’t sure how long I was going to stay after the deed was done.

It was still not written in stone how far we were going to go. I figured his oral prowess would open the floodgates to a longer exploration of our flesh. The first orgasm was never going to be enough. I could tease him and please him until he was ready to explode. It was my plan to give him the kind of pleasure men only dream about.

My moans became louder, but it wasn’t until he struck the flint of his tongue to my bare flesh that I finally understood what was happening. The fire consumed me and made me grab onto the back of his head with both hands. I thrust up and drove the pointed end of his tongue into me.

“Just like that… I want to feel everything… make me your personal sex puppet.” I was humping the air with his mouth getting the full brunt of my orally induced pleasure.

The sloppy sound of his mouth was a symphony of delight in my ears. Life wasn’t simple. It was messy, but being with him was the easiest thing I had ever done. There were no games and nothing to prevent us from expressing ourselves physically. He had turned me on and watched me become a wanton whore.

“Hang on and something is going to happen very familiar to you,” I screamed without an ounce of shame for how my orgasm traveled through me until it centered in my crotch.

I was wildly gyrating on the table with the legs creaking underneath me. I hammered against his face. I was watching his eyes light up with mischief. I came with my limbs floundering in the air. He prolonged my pleasure by tongue fucking me through it. His lips were coated in my sticky sauce. His hum of appreciation vibrated along my lower extremities.

I pulled his hair to release his lip lock from my sex. His tongue was outstretched licking the remnants of what I had discharged from his lips. I couldn’t overlook this could be a one night stand. I didn’t want to believe it, but he was the type to love them and leave them. It was a vanishing thought and he continued to administer to my needs by attacking my sensitive region.

“I have become addicted to you. I don’t want you to leave me with a case of sexual withdrawals.” His pants were filled out and I could see the outline of his member pressing heavily against his briefs.

“I want you to take my place. Don’t think about it and just do it.” I didn’t mean to be heavy handed with my comment, but I was salivating for the length of his oral instrument.

He put his hand up and left me sitting there. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I was anxious to touch him inappropriately. It was hard to keep still. The sensation he had caused had dimmed, but the need to return the favor was stronger than ever.

I didn’t know if I was willing to give him a piece of my heart. I had shielded myself from the entanglement of love. I had gone through hell and didn’t need a repeat performance. Sebastian had prepared everything to incorporate a little bit of romance. One good turn deserved another.

“I had to make sure the doors were locked and the drapes were drawn. I don’t want there to be any interruptions. This is a safe haven from all of your troubles. I want you to be comfortable enough to let your inner freak fly.” I patted the table and he seemed hesitant to put himself in the position of being vulnerable.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m going to teach you a few things. I want you to bring me something from the kitchen.” I gave him his marching orders and he obediently went to collect what I wanted with this bemused look on his face