“If you don’t walk away now. I won’t be able to control myself,” I breathe, digging my fingertips into her hips. Her hands slide back down my stomach and over my hard cock as she steps back to bend down and pick up the ice cream. I adjust myself and walk around her into the kitchen.
Opening the junk drawer, I find the chinese delivery menu and lay it on the counter. As I look it over she walks towards the freezer, putting the ice cream away then comes to stand next to me. I can feel her warmth radiating from her body and it makes me want to lift her onto the counter and set her body on fire. But instead I clear my throat and look over at her.
“So what will it be?” I ask and she smiles.
“Umm, don’t judge me–
“Why would I judge you?” I ask, raising a brow. She takes a pencil and begins circling her choices and I laugh. “Anything else?” and she shakes her head.
“Nope, I think that does it.” She replies.
“She likes to eat, huh? I like that,” I whisper as I reach around her to take the
pencil she’s still holding and circle what I want to order.
“Let me go get my card,” She says as she goes to move but I cage her in. Pressing my chest against her back, I revel in the feeling of her nice ass snuggled against my groin. Leaning in, I run my nose down the column of her neck, watching her perfect skin litter with goosebumps.I love how responsive she is to me.
“My treat, Doll.” I whisper, then back away and head out of the kitchen into the foyer to grab my phone. Coming back, I see that she’s gone and I smirk.Tonight is going to be interesting.
A little while later, she comes barreling into the kitchen with our dinner.
“It’s here,” She yells and I laugh, getting up from my seat.
“I’ll plate us up. Go pick a movie. We can eat in the living room where it's more comfortable.” I tell her.
“You sure, I can make our plates,” She says but I shake my head.
“Nope. You go pick us something to watch. I got this. You want a little of everything correct?” I ask as she heads for the living room.
“Yep and don’t forget the red sauce,” She yells over her shoulder.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I laugh, taking all the food out of the bag and doing what I was told.I wonder if she would let me eat off of her body? Maybe this really wasn’t such a good idea. I cannot get my dick in check tonight.
Lyla
Vanilla Ice Cream
An hour later we are both lounging on the couch and I see him staring at me, so I turn to him and raise a brow.
“What?” I ask and he laughs.
“Nothing,” he says as I sit up and punch his arm.
“Tell me? Do I have something on my face? I told you not to judge me,” I growl, making him laugh harder.
“That was not what I was thinking, Doll.” he responds and my eyes widen just a fraction.
“Well then what was it?” I ask again.
“Who was that guy tonight, at my game?” He asks and my spine snaps straight, feeling the color drain from my face.Shit! I was hoping he wasn’t going to question me about that.“Boyfriend?” he asks and I cringe.
“Uh, no. Definitely not. I don’t do boyfriends.” I answer.
“Why is that?” he asks and I huff with a shrug as I lean back, lifting my feet onto the couch to face him.
“Um, I just don’t have the time. Not with my line of work.” I answer and he raises a brow.
“And what is your line of work?” he questions, reaching over to grab my ankle. He takes off my sock and massages the insole of my foot. I moan, throwing my head back.His fingers feel so fucking good even if it is only on my feet.He clears his throat, I assume still waiting for my answer.
