"Dinner first."Dinner first." He sighed deeply, as if some grievous wrong had been done him. "All right, all right, I eat your cooking." She cuffed him affectionatley. "You make it sound like a punishment to eat my food." "I just wanted dessert first," he said. "I haven't had any in a while." He sat down at the table and began eating the generous portion in front of him. She sat on his lap and began feeding him like a child. She did this with the gumbo, then with the amaretto pie. He sucked the creamy meringue of her fingers hungrily, lighting a spark somewhere inside of her. She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to stop her heart from beating out of her chest, but he looked at her with such passion in his eyes that she melted under the heat of his gaze. Still sitting, he straddled her legs over his and began rubbing her back gently. He kissed the hollow at the base of her neck, and inserted his tongue into it, licking up and down, up and down. She moaned softly and held onto his head. His tongue moved further down into the deep cleft between her breasts. Slowly he traced back and forth in little circles, pausing to suck once on the inside of her breasts. Marguerite could feel the heat rising from between her legs. All of a sudden she felt overdressed. She began pulling at Edouard's shirt, fumbling over the buttons. He ripped her bodice open and pulled one of her dark brown nipples into his mouth, holding it with just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp for air. After finally getting his shirt off, she played with his nipples frantically, feeling them harden beneath her experienced fingers. She began grinding against his hips almost subconsciously, enrapturing them both in a rhythm older than time. He faltered in his suction, and whispered gutturally, "Time for dessert, eh?" She could only nod her head. He carried her to the bedroom and almost threw her on the bed. His hands reached for her, and pulled her lips to his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, delving deeper and deeper, tasting the depths of his mouth. They paused for breath, panting in their exertion, and he began again, torturously, to suck on her breasts. He kissed first one then the other reverently and began flicking at her taut nipples with his tongue. |