“Why?”
“Because you’re talented, beautiful, smart, funny. The list goes on.” She pushes up onto her tiptoes, pressing a reverent kiss to my lips.
“You said tequila, right?” There’s my girl with a wicked glint in her eye.
“I’ll make the margaritas while you finish up with the tagine. It smells amazing. Can you point me in the direction of your glassware?”
“Top cupboard to the right of the refrigerator.”
“Thanks.” I busy myself with making drinks, surprisingly at ease in Aspen’s kitchen. Conversation flows effortlessly as we inhabit the same space. We’re used to working in sync at the restaurant, but this is different. More intimate in some ways. I never let submissives see this side of me. It has me wondering why I can’t have both. Someone who can fulfill my sexual desires, but outside of that, we have no common ground. Or the girl of my dreams, who can’t be the submissive I crave. Maybe some of us aren’t meant to have it all.
“Earth to Ryder.” I’m snapped back into the moment.
“Sorry, what?”
“The food is ready.”
“So are the drinks. Where do you want me?” I grab the glasses.
“Now, that’s a whole other question.” Aspen is every inch the little minx. She’s got that butter-wouldn’t-melt smile on her face.
“I’d feel guilty if we forgo your cooking and go straight to… dessert.”
“Would you really?”
“No.” I set the glasses down on the table before cupping her face in my hands. “I’ve been thinking about your sweet little cunt all day.” The rapid rise and fall of her chest tells me everything I need to know. “Put the plates down and take off your clothes.”
Without hesitation, she sets them down, then turns to face me as she unzips her jeans and shrugs them off. Her T-shirt is quickly discarded on the floor, and she stands before me in nothing but her underwear. She knew where the night was going by the thin scraps of lace that cover her.
“Is this to your liking?”
I lean in, caressing the shell of her ear with my lips. “Lose the underwear. As beautiful as it is, I want to see how wet you arefor me, baby girl.” Her skin shivers at my touch. “Are you wet for me, Aspen?”
“Yes.” She takes a step back before slipping her bra and panties off, her eyes never leaving mine. I lift a glass, offering her a drink which she drains.
“Are you nervous?”
“I… a little.” She moves to cover her crotch.
“Arms at your side. I want to see your pussy.” I step into her, a few inches separating us. “Why are you nervous?”
“Because I…”
“Tell me,” I command.
“Because I’m worried I’m not enough for you in bed.” I sense there’s something she’s not saying. We’ve already slept together plenty.
“And…”
“And you have the perfect body. I don’t.”
“Look at me.” She does as I ask, completely naked before me. “I fucking love your body. Your curves were made for me.” I trail my fingers from her collarbone, down over her breasts, watching as her perfect blush-pink nipples harden for me. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body before I bury myself inside you.”
She’s panting by the time I take a step back to admire her.
“Legs apart, baby girl. I don’t want you relieving that growing ache.”
“Are you going to take your clothes off?”
