(A few moments past where Chapter 1 left off...)
"So because the crust is so delicious, all you really need to top it with are just a few select ingredients of your choosing, instead of trying to hide the crust with all that other stuff most pizza shops bury their crusts in."
"I like asparagus, Alton."
"You too? Yes, asparagus does bring some nice flavor to the party. Hmm, well it just so happens that we have some freshly blanched asparagus tops, a little olive oil, some chunky homemade tomato sauce, a bit of fresh chopped basil, a couple handfuls of newly grated Parmesan, and a few slices of mozzarella from the Italian market. Perfect! Should be done in about ten minutes." He adds each item as he mentions it.
"That looks great!"
"Thanks! You do, too. So, are your relatives going to wonder where you went?"
"Nah, they know I like to wander." I blush. Why, when he just fucked my brains out, is beyond me.
"I must say, that was some really great sex."
"Yeah, and if you think we're done you have another think coming!"
"I can't wait to finish this pizza and get to that think."
"Me neither!"
We finish our pizza about a half hour later. It's about midnight, but I'm far from sleepy. I'm wearing his t-shirt while my outfit dries. Our chairs are pretty close together. I stand up and stretch so he can see my still-swollen pussy and my nipples poking at the shirt material.
"It's hot in here, isn't it?" His eyes travel from my pussy back up to my face.
"Yeah, I don't think I need this shirt anymore." I take off his shirt that I have on.
"And these pants have got to go." He takes off his pants.
"I think it would be much cooler in the shower."
"I think you're wrong, but it doesn't hurt to check."
He takes my hand and leads me to the shower. As soon as the water's the right temperature, we get in, and I grab the soap and start washing him all over. I start with his chest, wash down to his belly, and wash his legs, ass, and back. I even carefully wash his arms. I spend a little extra time on his inner thighs and his cock almost pokes me in the eye as a result. I kiss it with feather-light lips a few times and keep washing the rest of him, making sure I brush against it many more times as I finish lathering his whole body.
"Heather," he utters, looking tortured.
"Alton." I try not to smile as I continue washing him and teasing him. I keep brushing against his stiff cock frequently as I lather him all over, occasionally taking the time to lick the length of the underside of the shaft and swirl my tongue around the crown.
"I think I'm clean enough," he finally gets out, eyes closed. "Let me wash you."
He opens his eyes, smiles and takes the soap, working lather in his hands and moving his hands over my nipples and breasts. He leans down and kisses me, licking my tongue, then kisses my jaw and my neck, nibbling my earlobe, all the while washing my breasts. Then, his hands move down to my pussy, where my juices mingle with the water.
