Pieter's dinner was, in a word, superb.
It began with a light Pinot Grigio, crispy and ice-cold, served in heavy, cut-glass goblets. Its slight acidity made it a perfect match for the garlic-basil sea scallops that came as the first course. Sammi sighed loudly, chewing slowly and letting the sweetness of the shellfish mingle with the buttery strength of the garlic. Her blissful smile made Pieter blush.
"Heavenly."
The second course was a Caesar salad, bright green leaves of Romaine lettuce covered with fragrant dressing and thick curls of Parmesan. Again, the wine fit perfectly and glasses were re-filled, except for Mary who opted for lemonade. Finally, Pieter unveiled a pot roast, toasty brown and swimming in juices. Whole pearl onions, baby carrots and halved fingerling potatoes with white split skins completed the dish and a chorus of
oohs
and
aahs
went up when he snipped the cooking twine and began to slice into the meat.
Pieter laid thick slices onto each plate, along with a generous portion of vegetables and made sure that everyone was pleased with their meals before he began to carve the second, smaller roast. It was much rarer than the other and Mary grimaced at the sight of the blood oozing from the meat.
"Sorry, Mary." Thorne apologized, handing Pieter his plate. "Pieter and I prefer our meat a little more on the rare side."
A hearty cabernet was presented with the roast and everyone at until they were stuffed. Pieter was especially pleased to see that Mary ate everything on her plate. After dinner, she asked to go to bed and gave Pieter a warm hug and thanks for the meal. Leon excused himself as well, putting his arm around her and escorting her to bed.
"Would you like a sherry?"
Sammi nodded negatively to Thorne's offer. "No, but I would like a Frangelico, if you have it."
"All right." He turned to Jacob and Pieter, who were deep in conversation. "Jacob, Pieter?"
"I think I'll take a sherry up to my room. I've got some work to do."
"Work?"
"Yes." Pieter arose slowly, turning toward Jacob. "On a personal project."
"I see." Jacob stood also, tossing his napkin on the table. "Well, I'll bid you all good night." He held his hand out to Thorne. "Even though I still don't know your name, thanks for your hospitality and Pieter, thanks for an exquisite dinner."
Jacob followed Pieter out of the room, leaving Thorne and Sammi.
"Shall we?"
Sammi took Thorne's arm and let him lead her into the library.
* * * * *
Leon lay silently in the room, staring sightless into the darkness, his fingers wrapped around his rock-hard tool. He could hear her breathing, light and clear and he imagined her heavy breasts, rising and falling, rising and falling ... He whimpered like a child, lost in the depths of the sweet fantasy. He'd met a lot of girls in his life but no one was like Mary. Her beauty, her innocence ... she was a fighter. She had kicked a dope habit to have this child and she was determined to be the best mother in the world.
Still, as drawn as he was to her intellect and her survival skills, his masculinity could not resist the siren call of a soon-to-be mother. And neither could his memories. He had never forgotten the beauty of his mother when she was pregnant with his brother, Mateo. How she had cuddled him against those heated breasts and clutched him to her nurturing body. He'd long to suckle on her taupe nipples like his baby brother but she had denied him. He was too old and the milk was for the baby.
Oh, mother!
"Leon." His entire body stiffened as her hand closed gently over his, her small fingers lacing through his. "Come to my bed."
"No."
Her soft mouth covered his, turning his resolve into jelly. "Leon, please. I need you."
"I don't want to hurt you, Mary."
"You won't, Leon."
Mary stood up and trembled as the strong Latin man arose from the cot, his lean, muscular frame clothed only in underwear. He loomed over her, his arousal jutting in front of his and his solemn features trained on her. Her small hands made short work of ridding him of his underclothes and she took his hand, leading him to the bid bed and pushing him back onto it. Kneeling between his legs, she marveled at the beauty of his cock and gently licked the clear pearl of pre-cum from the mushroom head.
"Oh, Mary." Leon breathed, goosebumps forming on his arms and legs. He could barely contain himself as her delicate mouth covered the head, her tongue snaking over the sensitive skin. Her lips moved down his stalk, stopping about two-thirds of the way from the bottom, struggling to take all of him into her mouth. "It's okay. It's okay if you can't."
Mary ignored him, doing her best to swallow his thick length. He smelled so good and his skin was so smooth that she found herself deeply enjoying the act, especially when he moaned her name so silkily. She wrapped her hand around the base of his stalk, using the mixture of her saliva and his slick pre-cum to lubricate the skin, while her mouth sucked the large head. She wanted to smile; she must have been doing something right because he was gripping the sheets and gasping as his hips tried to match her rhythm.
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¡Dios!
