We are back at your place and you are cooking me a fine Italian meal. There is bottle of wine being chilled on the table. A candle wafts a cantaloupe smell in the air. Fruity but earthy, something that puts you down into the soil with every whiff. Also on the table is a bottle of honey that is in a bowl of hot water. It is being warmed up for dessert.
You are wearing something simple that I asked you to put on. A white thong with a white tank top. It accentuates your curves perfectly and hugs your ass so well. Every step you take makes my mouth water. Your skin is still nice and soft from the massage I gave you earlier when we arrived at your apartment. It glistens underneath your white clothes and gives a great contrast. As you cook for me you go to turn on some music. It is a little playlist you made and the first song sends you dancing through the kitchen and you stretch out your hand asking me to join. I smile and take you up into my arms for a spin. We dance until the water boils over and we almost make a mess on your stove top.
You get the problem under control and the sauce to a simmer while the noodles do their thing. The next song is a little slower and we just twirl and spin closer and closer. Your eyes sparkle as you look up to me begging to be kissed. You smile ravenously with a hunger deep in your soul as your lips great mine again. It starts soft but soon my arms are around you and we are sitting down in a chair. Your legs wrap around me and my arms wrap around you. I touch and caress you softly as you moan into our kisses. My hand slides up your spine to tangle in your hair and pull your neck back gently as I plunge my tongue into your mouth.
You are grinding your hips on me as we break for a quick breath and a peak at dinner. Everything is ready and the bread needs to come out of the oven. You have to bend over and I can see how wet I am getting you. Your white panties have a small dark patch so far and I want to make you soak them. You tell me we have to wait for the bread to cool and crawl into my lap but facing away from me this time. I am only wearing boxers because my clothes are still on the floor from the massage earlier and my erection is exposed to the open air. You sit on my lap in such a way as to place my member in between your thighs and you torture me with a lap dance to the latest song from your playlist. You tell me that I can't touch you but only feel. I close my eyes and grab hold of the back of the chair, smiling as you begin to dance on me.
Your body moves like a snake and the heat you are building within me feels like a furnace. You touch me lightly as you spin around like a nymph and tease me with your lips. You kiss me all over and give my nipple rings a nice tug with your fingers. I grunt in satisfaction and you zero in on them. Your lips wrap around them and your tongue dances elegantly on the tips of my nipples. This is like electric fire racing through my brain straight to my cock and it is hard for me not to take you then and there. As the song ends you are in my lap again this time facing me. You bend close to my ear and whisper "Would you like anything? Right this second, right at this very moment, was there something, anything, that you need to have?," you say in a hushed tone.