The Dessert🌶️
Elijah’s hand never left hers, his other hand rested lightly on her leg. His touch sent a gentle current of warmth through her. She wasn’t ready to answer his question. Sure, she wanted to scream yes… but that was a serious next step that would affect her future.
Elijah didn’t push her for an answer. He was willing to wait, but it was out there. His intentions had been expressed, but this was the one deal he couldn’t control or manipulate.
Jasmine smiled, her heart full, her thoughts swarming with a mix of gratitude and something deeper. This wasn’t just about the night or the restaurant. It was about Elijah.
She couldn’t help but feel that something was different, like something had shifted between them. There was always a magnetic pull whenever they were together, but tonight felt different. She didn’t know where the night would take them, but in that moment, everything felt perfectly right.
The restaurant was nearly empty, aside from the staff cleaning up from the bustling dinner rush. There was no check delivered to the table, but the waiter did bring over a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine inside. Elijah nodded at the gentleman as if it were a clear instruction to clear the building.
Within minutes the restaurant shut down, the only sound was the soft music playing through the speaker system. Lust filled Elijah’s eyes as he watched Jasmine eat every last bite of her chocolate cake. The fork touching the lips he wished he was determined to taste.
Her answer still unknown, but it was a good sign that she hadn’t run out of the building. For her, he told himself that he would wait as long as she needed. She was worth the wait.
She stared at him, matching the growing desire inside of him.
“You wanna taste?”, she asked as she forked the last bite of her chocolate cake.
“When you’re done with your dessert, I will have mine.”, his tone full of sexual anticipation.
“Oh yeah?”, she teased.
“Fact.”, he winked.
“What’s your favorite part of dessert?”, she questioned.
His eyes drifted down her body and landed between her legs.
“You’re so bad. My eyes are up here.”, she chuckled.
His eyes slowly made their way back up to meet hers. Her eyes were full of need but mixed with caution. He had cleared the whole restaurant, and he owned it, so nothing was stopping him from taking her on the table.
He gently moved the plates, glasses, and cutlery from in front of him. Scooting his chair back from the table, he motioned for her to come sit on his lap. She sat her fork down and pushed her plate forward.
She parted her legs, “Dessert is served.”
Reaching over, he effortlessly pulled her over onto him.
She laughed, “I was kidding. We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?”, he asked.
“It’s a restaurant. That’s why?”, she retorted.
“I own it. It’s empty. I want you. Need I say more?”, he asked rhetorically.
She settled herself as she straddled him. Her hands resting on his shoulders. Pushing her breasts against him before leaning into his ear.
“How badly do you want it?”, she asked.
His hands gripped tightly on her waist as he pushed her down onto his lap. She felt his hard shaft through his pants. Grinding on him to tease him back.
She liked that he let her experience control and take lead on her desires, but he was also possessive and wanted to claim her body each time they were together. He was the perfect combination of alpha man and tender partner. Little did he know, he really did own her… inside and out.
Sliding her hands up and down his large arms, she wanted to provoke him. She didn’t want to be in control tonight. Her intent was to unlock his primal instincts and give into him, give him the power to take her.
He knew exactly what she was doing. There had been so much going on that passion had taken a back seat, but it hadn’t dissipated. Curiosity of how far she would go to tease him, piqued his interest.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as she rocked her hips on his lap. Grabbing her breasts while looking him in the eye. She bit her lip before leaning in, resting her hands on his shoulders and she kissed his neck.
His hands slide down to each side of her ass. Grabbing a rough handful before pulling her closer to him. Purposely throbbing his shaft to make it move under her.
“Cat got your tongue?”, she whispered in his ear before biting his lobe.
Still, he didn’t speak. His head fell back to give her full access to his neck. Kissing her way down and licking her way up, before nibbling on his ear lobe.
Each pass came with a new word.
“Are…”, her heart raced.
“You…”, her breathe heavy.
“Going…”, she panted.
“To…”, she pleaded.
“Fuck…”, she whispered slowly.
“Me?”, she begged. Her tone seductive and needy.
His patience ticking away, and she knew it. She was playing him like a fiddle. His hunger for her was more than desire, he needed her. He wouldn’t be able to live without her.
She slowly pulled her shirt over her head. His silence fueled her arousal and need to seduce him. Her lace bra barely containing her large breasts.
His hands didn’t move, but his eyes roamed her body. She was perfect. Her delicate skin, no trace of blemishes or scars from her past. Her slim, but curvy frame was enough to drive any man wild.
The thought of another man touching her body… hell, even looking at her body made an anger rise deep within him. The need to consume her increased, as it was the only thing that could calm him. His primal instincts surfacing as he adored every inch of her body, craving it.
He couldn’t take anymore, and she was pleased with herself. She knew that look in his eye meant he would satisfy himself by ravishing her body until she experienced an intense pleasure. She welcomed it.
Passion and rage took over, as he picked her up and placed her on the table. With one swift swing of his arm, everything on the table hit the floor. The cost of damages couldn’t compare to the priceless dessert he was about to indulge in.
The soft glow of light cast the perfect shadows over her body, as he pulled her pants off. He wanted to see her bare skin contrast against the black linen cloth covering the table. The smell of her arousal hit his nostrils, giving him an extra jolt of ambition.
He took the wine from the ice bucket and effortlessly pulled the cork out. Drizzling some over her bare stomach. Goosebumps rose all of her body, but her eyes never left his. He gazed into her eyes as he dove down and licked up the sweet red wine.
Her knees rising as he licked his way down to her lace panties. Pulling them to the side, he dove in for a taste. Running his tongue up each side and then back down the center.
The soft pleasure caused her eyes fall closed and her head tilt backward. Her thighs instinctively closed around his head. Locking him into the place he wanted to never leave.
He shook his head side to side, still confined in the tight grasp of her thighs. She began to moan as he rocked his face on her clitoris. Drinking in her arousal.
Pulling his head up for a breather, he pulled his shirt over his head. The sight of him made her want to touch herself. She reached down and began to rub her clitoris in a circle as she watched him undress, until he stood tall and bare in front of her.
Standing back watching her pleasure herself made him jealous. He wanted to be the one to make her squirm. To be the one to make her moan and orgasm.
He grabbed both of her ankles and rested her feet on his shoulder. He moved to stand on the side of her, giving him a better angle for what he had planned. Moving her closer to the edge of the table.
Resting his four fingers near her clitoris, he used his thumb to rub circles around her lips… opening her up and exposing how wet she had become. She reached down and grabbed his shaft in her hand. Stroking him at the same pace he was rubbing her.
With his palm facing up, he slid three fingers inside of her. This thumb rubbing against her clitoris. Her back started to arch off of the table as she continued to stroke him, precum saturating her palm as she ran her thumb over his tip.
Each racing toward an orgasm. He wasn’t ready to be done with her, yet. He used his leverage to position her in line with his body. His shaft still in her hand as she guided him to her entrance.
She gripped the edge of the table as he rammed forcefully into her. Coating his shaft in a mix of their precum. He held still to give her vagina time to accept his size. She was able to take all nine inches of him without pain, but he still waited for her to relax to take his large girth.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass off the edge of the table. Supporting her weight in his hands, as her feet rested on either side of his head. He stood still, but with his firm gripped he pulled her back and forth on his shaft.
Positioning her hips downward, he thrust upward into her. She reached around for anything to grab onto to steady herself as he pulled out and rammed in at a fast pace. The only thing she could hold onto were her own breasts.
He continued to thrust into her, wearing down her energy and pushing her toward a climax. Pausing only to grab her behind the knee, pinning her legs to either side of her on the table. Spreading her for his viewing pleasure.
“Touch yourself.”, he commanded.
Her hand left her breast and reached down between her legs. Doing as she was told. He wasn’t jealous of her touching herself this time because he was in control.
“Don’t stop until you cum all over me.”, he locked eyes with her.
She bit her lip and nodded.
He began to thrust, pushing himself to hit her deeper. She rubbed her clitoris, pushing herself toward the surfacing orgasm. Her breasts bouncing and her breathing started to hitch, he could tell she was close.
They worked together until her body started to convulse, as her toes curled. She moaned and screamed through her climax. He pulled out and bent down to consume every ounce of her, running his tongue over her sensitive clitoris as he licked her clean.
She mustered her strength and slid off the table onto the floor. He watched her intently as he grabbed his wet shaft and slid it in her mouth. Bobbing back and forth. Forcing herself to the point of choking as she welcomed his orgasm.
Letting the hot liquid slide down her throat. She pulled him out just enough to stroke his shaft, consuming every last drop of his cum as his body quivered in her hands. Both welcoming the delicious taste of their desired dessert.