I look down at my plate; it looksa-mazing. I cut of a tentative sliver of the tenderly cooked meat, then lift it to my mouth.
Ohmyfreakinggod!
It’s totally and utterlydivine. By far the best food I’ve ever tasted.
“You like?” Marcus says.
I nod emphatically, my mouth full.
“Good,” he says softly. “Because I want you to understand, Jennifer, that it’syour pleasurethat I’m intent on uncovering this week. You see,that’swhat turns me on – watching you enjoy yourself ...”
The suggestive tone of what he’s saying seeps through me, making it a little difficult to swallow my food. And I get the feeling that as soon as this meal is over, he’s going to have somethingother than foodon his mind ...
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There’ssomething so sweet and innocent about this girl. I mean, sure, I knew she was going to beinnocentin regards to her sexual experience. But the rest? Well, it’s just so damn refreshing to meet someone so pure, someone who isn’t so jaded and bored with life as I sometimes feel.
As soon as the meal is over, I fix her in my gaze and say, slowly but confidently, “Well, Jennifer, I think it’s time we went somewhere a little more comfortable. What do you say?”
I mean, she can’t exactly refuse, can she? After all, we both know that that’s why she’s here – and now it’s time to see just how willing shereallyis.
There’s a pause, as if she’s processing just what our little arrangement entails.
And then she nods, shyly.
“Sure, okay,” she says, the nerves audibly jangling in her voice, but I can tell from the subtle flush that’s risen to her face and the way the points of her nipples have emerged just a little from beneath the unforgivingly tight fabric of her dress that shewantsthis, just as much as I do – maybe even more so.
I reach out to take her hand, suddenly aware that this will be the first time we’ve actually touched. And when we do, in that split second that her skin touches against mine, it’s like a flash of fire runs right the way through me, sizzling and crackling in my very nerve endings.
Woah,I think to myself, totally taken aback.I wasn’t expecting that ...
And it seems like she must feel the same way. Maybe it’s the wine, or maybe she’s not used to standing on such gigantic heels, but she stumbles ever so slightly, giving me the perfect opportunity to slip my arm around her slender waist, sendinganotheralmost painful charge of lust-tinged excitement coursing through my body, my cock swelling a little and my balls tightening as if in anticipation of what’s to come.
God, her body is just perfect. So slim, so slender, so fragile ...
I turn and lead the way, slowly and confidently, through these long winding corridors that I’ve come to call home, and up the large set of stairs that take us up towards my bedroom.
We’re both silent – the stillness and anticipation pulsing around us as we make our way ever closer to the door to my room.
Once we finally reach it, I push it open, letting her set eyes on my room for the first time, happy with the impression it obviously makes on her. After all, this room wasdesignedto impress.
It’s lit by soft low lighting, set into the ceiling, and in the center stands my huge four poster bed covered with blue silk sheets, so sumptuous and inviting.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper softly, standing right behind her, letting the warmth of my breath dance against the beautiful skin of her neck, realizing with delight that my words are sending a visible prickle of goose pimples flashing across her perfect flesh. “We’ll take this really slowly ... In fact tonight, you can relax, because I don’t even want to goallthe way. Tonight, all I want is to see your body, Jennifer. So ... Would you do me the honor of undressing?”
She turns around to face me, those big brown eyes like two liquid pools. So innocent. So trusting. So perfect.
And then she nods, and I feel another powerful rush of blood – this time straight to my cock.
I take a step back, in order to take a seat on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide, not caring if she can see how fucking hard she’s already making me.
And now I’m finally ready for this show to begin ...
With shaking fingers, I watch with anticipation as she reaches behind her back and slowly unzips the dress, letting it slip from her slender shoulders and pool to the floor around her ankles, leaving her dressed in just her plain black bra and simple cotton panties, panties which are cut in a basic, conservative style – as if to give away all over again just howinexperiencedshe is at all things sexual.
And I can tell from her awkward movements, and from her body language, that she must be feeling so self conscious right about now. It would certainly make sense.
