arms and began kissing her neck hungrily.
“There’s plenty of time for that later. Right now, we need to get your stamina up. You’re going to need it,” Torie teased.
She led the way through the living room and into the smalldining room. The room was illuminated by four tapered candles in the center of the glass-and-wrought-iron table. There were two place settings on opposite sides of the table for four. Monte took a seat as instructed while Torie stepped into the kitchen. She returned moments later with two glass bowls of salad. She disappeared three more times, each time returning with another dish or accompaniment that made Monte’s mouth water. When she finally took a seat across from him, Monte reached out, took her hand and offered a short grace in which he blessed the food and the beautiful hands that had prepared it.
There was not much conversation between them during the meal as Monte devoured the food. He had two hefty servings of lasagna and then finished what Torie had left on her plate. Torie suggested they take dessert and coffee into the living room.
“Girl, I don’t think I can get up from here,” Monte said, rubbing his full belly. “As a matter of fact, I know I can’t. I’m just going to sit right here, stuffed in this chair, for the rest of the night.” He chuckled.
“Suit yourself, but your dessert’s going to be waiting in the living room,” Torie said seductively.
Monte turned to watch her walk out of the room. The tight roundness of her ample behind swaying in the fitted dress she was wearing caused an immediate constriction of his blood vessels. It didn’t take but a second for him to pull himself out of the chair to follow. He didn’t really care what she was carrying in the dish in her hands. He wanted something else for dessert.
Torie turned the radio on to a smooth jazz station while they sipped coffee with dessert. There was a comfortable silence between them while they nibbled, their hunger building by the second. It wasn’t long before Monte felt as if he was going to literally crawl out of his skin if he didn’t touch Torie again.He dipped a finger into the whipped cream she’d doled on top of his slice of pie. As he moved toward her face, she opened her mouth in anticipation. When the cool cream touched her tongue, she closed her mouth around Monte’s finger and sucked. Monte replaced his finger with his tongue, pulling Torie on top of him. His hands found their way to the treasure he’d been eyeing all evening, cupping the firm mounds of her backside and squeezing.
“Torie,” he sighed as she began tonguing his earlobe and neck. “Torie…I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Me, too, baby,” she breathed back.
“I want to see you,” Monte demanded. “Take off your clothes.”
Torie looked at him for a moment, before raising her body off of him and standing on her feet. Monte sat up, his eyes full of eager anticipation. Torie reached behind her and undid the zipper at the back of her dress. She used her right hand to pull the material away from her left shoulder. When she’d freed the right shoulder, the dress began to slip down her body. She placed both hands on her hips and slipped the dress down to her legs.
“Damn,” Monte breathed heavily.
The sight of Torie’s body was mind-blowing. The skimpy white lace bra and thong she wore served as an accent to glowing skin and sexy curves. Fully clothed, Torie was a beautiful woman, but looking at her bare essence from head to toe was more appealing than Monte could have imagined. He crawled from the couch to the floor on his knees, stopping before her. Cupping her bare behind, he pushed her forward, his face meeting the warmth of her center with zest. He inhaled deeply, the womanly scent of her tantalizing his senses. The strip of material was barely enough to cover her womanhood, which was unadorned by hair. He moved the fabric aside with his finger, exposing a tantalizing jewel.
The bursts of air
“There’s plenty of time for that later. Right now, we need to get your stamina up. You’re going to need it,” Torie teased.
She led the way through the living room and into the smalldining room. The room was illuminated by four tapered candles in the center of the glass-and-wrought-iron table. There were two place settings on opposite sides of the table for four. Monte took a seat as instructed while Torie stepped into the kitchen. She returned moments later with two glass bowls of salad. She disappeared three more times, each time returning with another dish or accompaniment that made Monte’s mouth water. When she finally took a seat across from him, Monte reached out, took her hand and offered a short grace in which he blessed the food and the beautiful hands that had prepared it.
There was not much conversation between them during the meal as Monte devoured the food. He had two hefty servings of lasagna and then finished what Torie had left on her plate. Torie suggested they take dessert and coffee into the living room.
“Girl, I don’t think I can get up from here,” Monte said, rubbing his full belly. “As a matter of fact, I know I can’t. I’m just going to sit right here, stuffed in this chair, for the rest of the night.” He chuckled.
“Suit yourself, but your dessert’s going to be waiting in the living room,” Torie said seductively.
Monte turned to watch her walk out of the room. The tight roundness of her ample behind swaying in the fitted dress she was wearing caused an immediate constriction of his blood vessels. It didn’t take but a second for him to pull himself out of the chair to follow. He didn’t really care what she was carrying in the dish in her hands. He wanted something else for dessert.
Torie turned the radio on to a smooth jazz station while they sipped coffee with dessert. There was a comfortable silence between them while they nibbled, their hunger building by the second. It wasn’t long before Monte felt as if he was going to literally crawl out of his skin if he didn’t touch Torie again.He dipped a finger into the whipped cream she’d doled on top of his slice of pie. As he moved toward her face, she opened her mouth in anticipation. When the cool cream touched her tongue, she closed her mouth around Monte’s finger and sucked. Monte replaced his finger with his tongue, pulling Torie on top of him. His hands found their way to the treasure he’d been eyeing all evening, cupping the firm mounds of her backside and squeezing.
“Torie,” he sighed as she began tonguing his earlobe and neck. “Torie…I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Me, too, baby,” she breathed back.
“I want to see you,” Monte demanded. “Take off your clothes.”
Torie looked at him for a moment, before raising her body off of him and standing on her feet. Monte sat up, his eyes full of eager anticipation. Torie reached behind her and undid the zipper at the back of her dress. She used her right hand to pull the material away from her left shoulder. When she’d freed the right shoulder, the dress began to slip down her body. She placed both hands on her hips and slipped the dress down to her legs.
“Damn,” Monte breathed heavily.
The sight of Torie’s body was mind-blowing. The skimpy white lace bra and thong she wore served as an accent to glowing skin and sexy curves. Fully clothed, Torie was a beautiful woman, but looking at her bare essence from head to toe was more appealing than Monte could have imagined. He crawled from the couch to the floor on his knees, stopping before her. Cupping her bare behind, he pushed her forward, his face meeting the warmth of her center with zest. He inhaled deeply, the womanly scent of her tantalizing his senses. The strip of material was barely enough to cover her womanhood, which was unadorned by hair. He moved the fabric aside with his finger, exposing a tantalizing jewel.
The bursts of air
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