Ella Frank - Exquisite

He shook his head and smiled, “I’m having too much fun watching you eat.”

“This is delicious.” she took another mouthful and licked her lips then followed it with a sip of the red wine. “Seriously, you can cook for me anytime you like.”

“Now that’s an offer I may take you up on.”

As they finished their meal they talked about where he’d studied cooking and why he’d decided to become a chef, small talk to pass the time. She talked about her job and how sometimes it was difficult but on most days there was something that reminded her why she was doing it. When they finally finished and had managed to drink a whole bottle of red and were half way into the second he asked her to come with him into the kitchen. She followed him back and stopped when he told her to wait by the large stainless steel bench where there was one large pie dish. She waited watching him the best she could when he disappeared around the corner. When he came back he was carrying over his hands a pie base. He put it down in the dish and molded it in with quick hands. Then he smiled at her and handed her a knife.

“Ahh, you want me to cook?”

He grinned and one of his dimples appeared, “Nope I want you to chop.” he turned and moved away again opening the fridge then bending over, giving her a fine view of his ass, then he straightened and turned back to her with a bowl full of ripe peaches.

She smiled at him. “Ahh I see.” she said feeling a lot more relaxed with the wine in her. “This is what the peaches were all about.”

Nodding he placed the bowl down and passed her one. Taking it she watched him as he came to stand next to her. He picked one up and started to peel it. “You have to peel it first.”

Lena set about copying him. The skin came away easy leaving a sticky mess behind and she watched as he placed his on the board then started the chop it into precise pieces. She too placed hers on the board watching him as she tried to copy his quick moves. Once it was done he reached into the bowl and pulled out another one. By the time they were finished, there were peeled and diced peaches everywhere and her hands were a mess. She looked around for the sink. Spotting it behind her she placed the knife down moving to turn toward it when she felt a warm sticky hand grab her wrist.

“And where are you going?”

Lena looked over at his smirk and smiled, “To wash my hands Langley. I’m a mess.”

Very slowly he lifted her hand to his mouth and licked the end of her ring finger. She froze as he pulled her in close and sucked the same finger deeper inside his hot mouth. She watched as her finger disappeared into the hot wet heat then reappeared. Looking up at him with her mouth slightly parted she stood frozen as he reached up and traced one of his sticky fingers across her bottom lip. She was about to lick it off when he shook his head and wrapped one arm around her. Reaching down beside them she watched as he grabbed a piece of peach and slid it across her bottom lip, then pushed it slowly inside. She let out a soft sigh as the cool wetness hit her tongue and slowly chewed it as he watched her. He groaned low in his throat and pulled her in close to him then leaned down to slowly suck her bottom lip into his mouth. Lena started to sway a little but it didn’t matter because he was holding her in his arms as he nibbled and licked his way across her bottom lip. Moving his head back, she whimpered. She did not want him to stop this time, and actually thought she just might die if he did.

Mason watched her eyes cloud over and close as he reached down again beside them and picked up another piece of peach. He lifted it up and painted the left side of her neck with it then dipped his head down to trace the sweet sticky line from shoulder to ear and whispered. “Ready for that awkward kiss Lena?”

She didn’t answer right away, as her head remained tilted to the side, so he bent down and nipped her ear. Her eyes flew open and he leaned in and sealed his mouth over hers. She was sticky and sweet and so hot she nearly singed his lips. She groaned and parted her lips for him when she felt his tongue pressing for entrance. He deepened the kiss stroking his tongue in against hers and pulling her up tight against him. He felt her hands land on his waist then burrow in under his shirt to land in a sticky mess against his stomach. She seemed to like that because she smiled against his mouth and moaned softly in the back of her throat. Mason took one hand from her waist and placed it on her neck keeping her still as he licked her bottom lip then slid his tongue right back inside to rub against hers again. She pushed her hips in closer to him and he almost lost it when she started to suck on his tongue. Finally he pulled away breathing hard and looked down at her. She smelt like vanilla and tasted like peaches and she’d been one hell of a dessert.

Smiling at him she removed her hands and whispered softly, “Well. Now that the awkward part is out of the way.” and just like that Mason knew he’d be going back for seconds.

Lena watched him carefully as he licked his bottom lip. Holy shit, that’d been worth the wait. She’d never had a first kiss that had been so hot she felt like she’d melted from the inside out. He still had his hands around her and she could feel him pressed against her from the waist down, and he was all kinds of hard. All she wanted to do was grind against him and ease the ache between her legs, but she held still waiting for a sign from him. She got it when he moved back. Just when she was about to combust from frustration he took her sticky hand and tugged her over to the sink. He turned the tap on silently and reached for the hose attached to the faucet.

“Put your hands in the sink doctor. I’ll wash them for you.”

His voice sounded like it’d been scraped against sandpaper and his eyes were dark as he watched her move over to place her hands in the sink. When the cool water hit her Lena flinched and looked up at him. The spray had hit off her hands and splashed onto his shirt plastering the material too his stomach. Her eyes raised to meet his when she noticed he’d turned the water off. He still held the hose in one hand and she noticed a mischievous grin tugging on his mouth.

“What?” she asked quickly before she lost her nerve.

“You look so fucking sexy right now. Your hair is half falling out, your lips are swollen and your blouse is all creased and you have peach juice dripping down your neck.”

Lena leaned her right hip against the sink and looked him over. “You look pretty good yourself.”

He raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Just good huh? I must be losing my touch.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You were supposed to be so blown away by my kiss you thought I was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Smiling at him now with a huge grin, that was starting to feel natural, she tried for her serious face, and knew she failed. “Nope that would require something else entirely.”

Mason dropped the hose now with a loud clunk and took a step toward her. She looked down at his sticky hands. “Mine are clean, yours are still sticky.”

He held them up and she reached out then surprised them both by taking one and sucking a finger deep into her mouth, mimicking his actions from earlier. He groaned low and shut his eyes. She flicked her gaze up to him to see him run his tongue along his lip.

“If you don’t stop. I can’t promise I will.”

She dragged her mouth off the top of his finger with a loud pop then grinned, “Who asked you too?”

Groaning he shut his eyes then asked again. “You said I was missing a requirement.”

Lena blinked seeming to refocus and looked him over. “Yeah, to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you’d need to loose the shirt.”