“We hadn’t made any definitive plans,” Trey said. “I think my friends are still out on the boat actually.”
“I’d like to cook for you tonight,” she said. “Nothing too fancy, probably a pasta dish and breadsticks, maybe cheesecake or light cake for dessert. A dinner typical of Earth. I fill in for the cooks at the restaurant on occasion when someone calls in sick so over the years I’ve learned to make quite a few dishes.”
“This is supposed to be a vacation,” he protested. “You’re not supposed to be in a hot kitchen fixing me dinner. We can order in if you’re too tired to go out.”
“I’d like to do it.” Rosalie was disappointed he hadn’t immediately embraced her suggestion but she wasn’t giving up yet either. “The market in the village has insanely fresh ingredients and truthfully, all the fancy restaurant food is too rich for me as a steady diet.”
“So you want to make carbs instead. Sounds like a plan to me. If your heart is set on the idea, let’s drop this stuff off and go check out the market.”
The open-air market wasn’t busy when they arrived. Rosalie pondered why IDA bothered operating the place when probably most guests would be unlikely to set foot inside but she supposed there were others like herself who enjoyed whipping up a meal. It was a luxury to buy the best ingredients and produce so fresh she guessed it had been picked the same day. IDA maintained a huge hydro and gardening facility to supply their restaurants and she guessed this market as well.
The antigrav container loaded with ingredients for the meal she wanted to make, they walked back to the bungalow and she started sorting her purchases out on the kitchen counter. Trey offered to help but she laughingly banished him from the kitchen. “You always have work to do on your handheld, you know you do,” she said. “Entertain yourself until dinner’s ready.”
* * *
He couldn’t remember anyone ever cooking for him before, aside from the chefs at the palace of course but they didn’t count. Sitting on the small patio behind the bungalow, he listened to Rosalie banging pots and pans in the kitchen and singing. He was getting a concert with dinner and had no complaints. Thinking over the various topics discussed during the day, he knew his decision was made and he placed an interstellar call, using the special secure link Ardanna had insisted be established for his use during this stay. He gave rapid orders and refused to answer questions when the com connected and hung up satisfied, eager for tomorrow.
Dinner first though. Eventually Rosalie came to fetch him and when he walked inside he found she’d set the table with care and poured them wine. “Everything smells delicious,” he said as he held her chair for her and then sat down himself. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes, it was so relaxing.” Her smile was bright.
The food was excellent, not too heavy a meal but each bite was better than the last in his opinion, topped off with the promised confectionary dessert. He’d never even heard of tiramisu before but it was now one of his favorite dishes and the cooks at home were going to have to learn to make it.
“I was lucky to find all the right ingredients here,” Rosalie said when he complimented the dish for the umpteenth time. “Lady fingers sponge cake, coffee, liqueur, and mascarpone cheese and of course the chocolate powder on top. The resort must make this dessert for one of their restaurants.”
“It won’t taste as good as yours,” he said, going for a second piece.
They took their after-dinner coffee onto the patio and sat with their mugs watching the spectacular sunset. “I think this was about a perfect day,” Rosalie said with a sigh of contentment, placing her empty mug on the deck beside her chair.
“IDA spares no effort in making people happy here at their resort,” Trey said. “Although for me the best part is simply being with you.”
Blushing, she said, “Likewise. Only two more days.”
“And the nights,” he reminded her. Reaching out he caught her wrist with his fingers and drew her from her chair to sit on his lap. “I’m thinking we stay in tonight and play games.” Kissing her neck which made her shiver and break out in goosebumps, he added, “Not the ones with cards and dice though. I have something more…intimate in mind.”
She raised her face to his for a kiss and he let his self-control slip, taking her mouth like a conquering warrior. She tasted like the tiramisu and the coffee and a little like the wine and he couldn’t get enough. His cock thickened under her bottom and she gave a tiny hip roll calculated to tease. Rosalie broke off the kiss and slipped off his lap to kneel in front of him. Her lips were rosy and puffed from the force of their kiss and her eyes were bright.
Stroking him through the fabric of his trousers, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and he nearly came in his pants like an untried cadet. She undid the fastening and reached inside to free him from the now too tight confinement, stroking his shaft root to tip and smoothing his precum over the aching head. With a seductive glance that made him even hotter if that was possible Rosalie took the tip into her mouth and then more until he was afraid he was choking her because he was not a small man by any means. She sucked and stroked with her tongue and hummed as she did so, the vibration putting more pressure on him, fingers teasing his balls and the sensitive area behind. He allowed one hand to caress her shoulder and then threaded his fingers through her curls, wrapping the hair around his fist as he’d imagined doing more than once. She continued her dedicated efforts to bring him pleasure and he couldn’t repress a groan. Finally, he pulled on her hair, applying increasing pressure until she released his cock and stared at him with eyes wide and slightly glazed with arousal.
“Bed,” he said, barely able to think, so strong was the urge to bury himself in her soft body. Taking her hand, he got to his feet and then picked her up effortlessly. She locked her legs around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder as he walked inside, careful not to bump her into the door frame. It was entirely too far to the bedroom, small as the bungalow was but he took a second to hit the door panel to close and lock it anyway, although it cost him to spare even that brief a time. Security training died hard though.
They fell on the bed together, Trey taking his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her. He ripped her top off, passion giving him strength and the bra soon followed as he lowered his head to her rosy nipples, now peaked and hard, waiting for his attention. She tasted so sweet and under his hands and tongue she writhed and uttered tiny hisses and pleas for more. Eventually he got the rest of her clothes off and managed to shed his with haste and then they were totally skin to skin on the sheets. He kissed his way up from the sole of her foot, along her calf, then her thighs and finally to his destination, lapping at her cream as if he was a giant cat and she his prey. He brought her to her first climax with only his tongue and then wasted no time plunging himself deep into her heat.
Rosalie was clenched around him, her inner muscles massaging his cock, pushing him ever closer to his own release as he thrust in and out. The world narrowed to the one place the two of them were connected, made into one being for the moment, and he drank in the sight of his shaft claiming her body as his own and no one else’s. He could tell she was close to the edge and he held her off as long as he could, amping up the eventual intensity for both of them through denial.
“I—I can’t, Trey, I can’t,” she pleaded. “I need?—”
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said fiercely in her ear and she plunged into the most intense orgasm he’d seen her experience in their time together. She was screaming his name as the waves of pleasure swept through her body and Trey was helpless to resist his own release. Her body milked his of all the hot seed and time had no meaning for him while he shook and arched, holding her so tight probably neither of them could breathe properly. He said her name as if it was a prayer.
In the aftermath they lay entangled in each other’s arms, the hot sheets twisted around them.
“I love you,” he said, the words emerging from his heart and falling off his lips without conscious direction from his mind but he didn’t regret them or wish to call them back.
Roaslie looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I love you too but that’s wrong, it’s impossible. We only have this one week together.”
Kissing away her tears, he said, “We can have as long as we want this to continue. Don’t think about endings tonight, stay in the present, in our beginning, with me.”
Chapter Seven
