I smiled as I picked up my fork, doing a little happy dance in my seat.
A low chuckle rumbled from across the table before I realized I hadn’t even thanked him for cooking.
“Thank you for this, it’s one of my favorite foods.” I said excitedly, waiting politely for him to take the first bite. Proper table etiquette at least in the south, my momma used to always wait for my dad to take a bite first. I asked her about it once and she would only tell me that’s what her mother did. It’s a sign of respect for the man of the house.
My mind started to spiral momentarily thinking of my parents and how much they loved each other when he spoke, “I know, you mentioned it once.” I squinted my eyes trying to recall when we had ever discussed food. My mind went back to a cafe a couple of weeks ago when that handsome stranger had showed up at the right time.
“Go on, eat, sweetheart.” He redirected my focus assertively. I assumed he wanted to know if I liked the meal prepared.
I picked up my fork and pushed a bit of the cheesy potatoes onto it with a spoon. The steam rolled off of the cheese. I pressed my lips together, blowing out a small stream of cool air onto the food.
He watched my every move closely.
I shamefully devoured the entire plate. Every last bite. When he offered me another serving I fought my craving for more. “A man who can cook is a man that can have me,” I teased as I stood to clear our mess from the table. He stood with me, picking up anything I missed. As soon as my hand left the dishes from placing them on the counter, I was lifted in the air and thrown over his shoulder.
“Oh my God!” I screamed in surprise.
“I told you about that Delaney, now do I have to punish you?” He said in a teasing tone.
“What would that look like?” I countered. He took his hand and smacked my butt lightly as he marched keeping me slung over his broad shoulders down the hallway, towards his room.
Its all about perception, really…
Delaney
Shifting me off of his body and onto the mattress. I let out anoomphas the weight of my body bounced, his heavy footsteps echoing in the quiet silence before he turned off all the lights.
Crossing the room to the large bay windows, he slid the heavy blackout drapes closed, blocking out all illumination from the full moon that previously lit the large space, plunging us into total darkness.
My senses heightened as the shadow of the night enveloped us both. I could suddenly smell the musk of his cologne that had been washed away by the ocean, and I could hear his heart thumping in his chest as he walked toward me where I waited, motionless on the bed.
I couldn’t see anything, but somehow he found his way straight to me.
I heard rustling of fabric for a brief moment and then he spoke for the first time since we entered this room, his words seductive and alluring behind his masculine growl.
“Delaney,” he paused. The mattress dipped where he climbed onto the bed. I felt him move until he was positioned over me. I leaned back, anticipating the need to recline but instead he cupped the back of my head, gently pulling me toward him to finally press our wanting bodies together.
“Be with me tonight.” His voice was calm and needy at the same time.
“Of course, Daddy,” I responded but for some reason it just didn’t feel right in this setting of what felt like emotional vulnerability.
“No, tonight I am Dallas and you, you are Delaney.” He whispered, his voice thick.
I reached up to touch his face expecting to feel the familiar feeling of fabric and silicone from the mask he wore but instead my fingers grazed the stubble of a groomed beard. I ran my fingers along his square jaw trying to memorize what he felt like, knowing there wasn’t a guarantee I’d ever actuallyseehim in this way.
I traced his lips with the pad of my thumb, they felt full and soft. I allowed my hands to roam and when they stopped at his ears I ran my finger down the cartilage feeling the harsh metal poles that penetrated his lobes as I counted1,2,3,4,5piercings.
I paused expecting him to stop me and take control again but he didn’t move. I continued to explore his face curiously. With one hand, I grazed the top of his head wrapping my fingers into the soft wavy curls. When I closed my fingers and gave his hair a small tug, I couldn’t see him but something shifted and I swore I could almost feel his smile just before he smashed his lips into mine.
He held me tight kissing me hard with a desperation I matched. It felt incredible, I didn’t ever want it to stop. We devoured each other, his hands roaming my body leaving no spot untouched as our lips, tongue and teeth collided over and over again. Pulling away only when the need to breathe forced us apart.
His breath was quick and eager as he started hurriedly pulling my clothes off one piece at a time. I reached down to do the same for him. His swim trunks were much easier to get off than the belt and trousers he normally wears. He kicked them off the rest of the way with a grunt when they stubbornly hung to his ankle.
“Motherfucker,” he huffed when they finally let loose.
I giggled at his obvious frustration, cupping his cheek with the palm of my hand, wishing I could look into his eyes, but even with my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, it was still too dark to make out any distinctive details.
He buried his face into my neck where he left soft, gentle kisses. A drastic change from the frantic, needy desperation he displayed in the beginning.
