Dessert, Served Warm
After spending a little more time on the couch kissing, we both get up. We've learned our lesson from the night before and get to making dinner and finishing our day a little earlier. I've found myself a little more relaxed than this afternoon and take the chance to make you a cute dinner we can eat at the table. We both put our clothes back on and share a gentle kiss before settling into our seats for food. We do our best to keep our thoughts away from sex, succeeding on the most part aside from a few hungry glances at each other. Finally, as we're finishing our last bites, you feel my foot gently run up your calf.
You decide you'd like to see where this goes, and relax into your chair, opening your legs just a little. Taking the hint, I let my touches slide a little higher and keep our conversation going. You're enjoying the last bites and breathing a little quicker as my stroke go from the top of your thigh, all the way down to your ankle, and slowly back up again. You don't want to rush things and neither do I, so we stay like this for a bit, until I see you blush.
It seems your scent has made its way up to our senses once again, and you know I can tell even though we're both choosing not to mention it. Your legs close around my toes when they reach the top of your thigh on the next round, and you feel me press forward gently against your lips. "Mmmm," you finally let out, slumping in your chair slightly and letting me win this little game. "Hun, you feel like ice cream?" you ask, knowing it's the last thing on my mind now that I've seen you give in. "No hun, do you?" I return, sending your fleeting tease back your way. "Not really, hmm, how about some cheesecake?" you continue, visibly rocking a little into my touch under the table. "I don't think so, we'd have to wait for it to defrost," I tell you, knowing my answer doesn't matter all that much since we're just playing with each other at this point.