Never one to hide his feelings, Xavier looked at Maggie across the table and told her "The food turned out perfect. But the most delectable thing at the table is by far, you."
Maggie blushed, not used to such direct statements. And from a man who a few hours ago, was a relative stranger. Might still be. What made someone a stranger? She set that internal debate aside for another day and returned her attention to the man sitting across from her with a smile on his face.
"You keep surprising me. To be honest, I came here not quite sure what to expect. I suppose I thought the food at least would be worth the story. But...this was unexpected. Are you always this charming?"
Xavier laughed as he answered "To be honest, I spend more time these days with plants than I do with people. So I suppose you will have to ask the grape vines their impression of me. But I certainly don't invite customers at the market to my house regularly, nor do I find most of them so enchanting"
Maggie, finally finished with the food that had been captivating the bulk of her attention, took a sip of wine and regarded Xavier playfully "Tell me more about how enchanting I am"
Xavier leaned across the table, and traced a finger across the outline of her face, running it over her forehead, down the side, and crooking it under her chin, pulling her face up to look at him just a bit in the process.
"Avec plaisir. Maybe I can tell you how watching you eat is the most captivating thing I've seen in ages. How seeing you immersed in delight makes me wonder what your face will look like feeling other forms of pleasure move through your body. How I want to trace all of you and find out exactly what makes you lose control and I want to hold you right at the edge of that freedom until you can't take it anymore and all you can do is be lost in the feeling of me, of us. That with each bite you have taken of the food I have wanted you more and more."
Maggie gulped, feeling the warmth she had felt beginning to move through her throughout the evening accelerate quickly into a liquid desire that filled her body. She leaned forward, licking her lips as she moved her face closer to Xavier's, and asked "Well then, what are you waiting for?"
Xavier pushed his chair back and moved his hand down to Maggie's, pulling her by her hand into his lap. On her arrival, his hands moved to her waist and chin, pulling her into a kiss he had been thinking about for hours, and maybe all day if he was really being honest with himself. Her mouth felt like heaven. He let himself feast, his tongue slipping into her mouth, his lips moving over her with slow bliss.
Maggie was lost. Xavier's right hand traced along her waist, slowly lifting her blouse and moving along her back, dipping occasionally into the waistband of her pants. His mouth made her feel like a delicacy. If this was what being with him felt like, she wanted more.
Her hands moved around the back of his body as she moaned lightly into his mouth, one hand holding his head against hers, as if either of them were remotely interested in stepping away. The other feeling the muscles in his back, not bulky but lean and strong from hours of labor on the farm.
Xavier pulled his lips back a bit to look at her, their breathing reflecting the hours of teasing prefacing this first embrace. "Γa va?" He asked playfully.
Maggie responded by pulling his head back to her face and muttering emphatically "Oui, Γ§a va, viens ici y n'arrete pas"
Xavier laughed at her instruction not to stop as he responded, "With pleasure" and returned to kissing her, moving his right hand around to her front, having already learned from his initial explorations that there was no bra to contend with. His hand traced around the outside of her breast, purposefully avoiding her nipple as his lips continued to play with hers. He could feel her hands tense against his back and neck in anticipation and relished prolonging the wait, moving his fingers in ever smaller circles around her nipple until he finally grazed them over, feeling her body arch against his in response, her murmurs lost in the movement of their lips.
"God, I want you" he whispered in her ear as he pinched the nipple he had been teasing, and then bit her lip lightly for emphasis before returning to kissing. Maggie's breath dragged in as her moans increased. She could feel his hardness growing, seated as she was on his lap, and felt one of his hands pushing apart her legs to trace over the place from which it felt like all her warmth emanated. She still had all her clothes on but she felt like she was melting.