EXCITED

He hums, returning to his food. I guess that conversation is over, making me think he agrees with what I said. But why does it make me so sad?

"What did you have planned for tonight, if you hadn't come here?" he asks after a while.

"Hmm, order some take-out. Watch a movie that I've seen a hundred times so I could fall asleep to it."

He tilts his head. "That's all?"

"Yes. What did you expect me to say?"

He shrugs. "Maybe that your fingers would have found their way to your pussy because you were remembering our times together."

Well, that has heat rushing right to the area he just mentioned. I swallow, determined not to let him throw me off-kilter this time.

"No. That was what I did last night."

His smirk is instant. He puts his fork down, pushing his chair back some so he can, very pointedly, rub against his obvious erection through his pants.

"And what were you thinking of while you fingered yourself?"

"Your mouth on me."

"Hmm, interesting. I got you some chocolate cake."

He juts his chin toward the only still covered tray. I lift it, finding a cake with four layers of chocolate waiting for me.

"Do you think you could eat it while I ate your pussy?"

My eyes snap from the cake to him. So much for not being thrown off-kilter. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me. Do you?" I don't answer because... what the hell kind of question is that? He licks his lips. "Let's find out."

And then he's lowering, out of his chair, disappearing under the tablecloth. My hands flatten on the table as I feel his hands go to the slit on my dress. His fingers slowly creep up my thighs before they’re between my legs, widening them. He roughly pulls me until I lower some in my chair. My panties are pushed aside, and although I can't see him, I can feel him, getting closer, the whiskers of his beard just beginning to scratch my thighs, the warmth of his mouth almost right where I need it to be. Then, suddenly, the tip of his tongue licks my clit. It's gone so quickly I might be able to convince myself it was all in my mind if not for the gasp that leaves me and the tension that is consuming me right now.

"Eat while I eat." His voice comes from below me.

I hurry to reach for the plate, bringing it closer to me before picking up my fork. Just as I cut into the cake, those lips wraparound and suck my clit into Rain's mouth. When I bring the fork to my mouth, I have to wait until I finish moaning before I can get my first taste of the cake. Damn, it's good. The chocolate is rich, smooth, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of Rain's tongue flicking against my clit, making it more swollen by the second with how hard he's sucking on it.

I chew slowly, the hand holding the fork beginning to shake right along with my thighs as his tongue slides through my wetness. He sticks just the tip inside me, but it's enough to have me breathing his name.

"Don't stop eating, or I will too," he threatens.

I cut another piece of cake off, savor the chocolate on my tongue as Rain's tongue thrusts into me. A gasp erupts from me and my thighs clench to the sides of his head. His hands grip them, holding them even tighter to him, making his beard rub even more roughly against my skin. I eat another piece just as his tongue is replaced by two fingers, and his tongue returns to my clit. He gives it lazy, slow strokes of his tongue, side to side, up and down, again and again, all pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. All making the trembling in my thighs worsen. All making it hard to think, to breathe, let alone eat. But God, I can't stop because then he'll stop. And I cannot have him stop. Not when I can feel my orgasm just at my fingertips. Or, at Rain's fingertips.

I eat another piece, mostly frosting, the smoothness meeting my tongue as Rain's tongue begins giving me harder licks, his fingers thrusting into me faster. Just as I let my head fall back while I swallow, his fingers hook inside of me and I come with a strangled moan.

My hands grip the arms of the chair as my body bucks, arching to get more of his mouth. He groans as his tongue roughly circles my clit. It's too much, and not enough.

"Don't stop please," I beg.

"Eat!" he grunts out.

My hand feels like it weighs twenty pounds, but I lift it from the chair and reach for my fork again. I don't know how the hell he can tell when I'm eating or not, but he must be able to, because the moment I begin eating again, so does he, in earnest. His fingers are all but ripped out of me and then his mouth is there, lips and tongue taking every bit of my wetness, my cum into his mouth. He groans against me, his head moving up and down between my clenched thighs. God, I want to lift this tablecloth to watch him, to see the expression on his face as he laps up the result of what his mouth has done to me.

My high comes down, barely, and my back stops arching. My stomach doesn't stop clenching though, not when his tongue is still on me, moving slower now, just tracing circles between my pussy's lips. And then, just as I eat the last of my cake, it's all suddenly gone. His tongue on my pussy, his beard scratching me in the best way, his head between my thighs. A few more seconds and he’s sitting back in his chair like nothing just happened.

"So how was it?"

I look at him with furrowed brows and wide eyes. Is he kidding me right now?

"I meant the cake," he says with a smirk that makes me not believe a word.

"It was unbelievable."

"Good to hear."

He rises from his chair, and I tilt my head back, following him up. But my eyes are only on his face for a few moments before the sight of his erection tenting his pants makes me look lower. Then he's moving, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, slipping one arm into it, then the other.

"You're leaving?" I ask, utterly puzzled.

"I am," he says as he the winks. God, the things that wink does. "I got everything I came for."

My eyes drop again to the part of him, hard and obvious, that's making it clear he wants more.

"Are you sure about that?"

He walks until he's beside me, leaning down until our noses are almost touching. "I fed you a feast, then I feasted on you. I'd say my night is ending on a damn good note." He straightens and continues, "The room is yours, as always. Get whatever you like. I look forward to hearing from you on Friday."

"You still want to see me on Saturday?" I ask, looking up at him.

He gives me a face that says that much should have been obvious. "Of course, I do. Goodnight, Katy."

"Goodnight, Rain."

I stare after him as he walks out the door without a single glance back at me. Then I'm left alone at a table filled with food for two, wondering if he left because he really got all he came for tonight, or because he was scared to stay longer? Scared to fall asleep with me again?

I reach down and get my phone out of my bag and see that it's only seven. I've got a lot of time on my hands before I get tired enough to climb into bed.

I walk around the room, the living room, small seating area, and end up in the bedroom, opening the sliding door that leads to the balcony. The air has a bit of a bite to it now with the sun having gone down, but I stand there for a little while anyway, letting my thoughts drift away with the gentle breeze. Or trying to. It's not working.

As I'm coming back into the room, my phone rings from the where I left it on the bed.

"Hey, Lexa," I answer, falling onto the bed to stare up at the ceiling.

"Imagine my surprise when I get to my best friend's apartment so she doesn't have to spend this Wednesday night all alone, but I find all of the lights off and no one home."

"Oh, uh, I'm at a hotel."

"On a Wednesday?"

"Yeah."

"Oh," she says with way too much excitement. "So this is a weekday thing now, huh? Did he ask you or you asked him to come?"

"He asked me. But I think you're reading way more into it than you should."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not. Clearly, this means he can't get enough of you."

"You mean, enough of what we do together."

"Is that what you guys did tonight?"

"Not... exactly."

"Then that's not all he wanted you there for."

"He had dinner ready, in the room when I got here." I do not mention the cake. It feels a little too personal to. Lexa screams as soon as I'm done speaking anyway.

"Oh, hell yeah. He's falling in love with you. Mission Pretty Woman is in progress."