"I'm not really that hungry," I whispered sexily with a broad smile, finally responding to her earlier comment about the steak in the oven."I'm not really that hungry," I whispered sexily with a broad smile, finally responding to her earlier comment about the steak in the oven. "You could turn off the oven," she said, biting her lower lip, acknowledging my all too obvious innuendo that there was something on my mind besides dinner. "Do you have something better than steak to eat?" I asked, knowing the obvious answer to my own question. "I've got something that's extremely low-calorie for you. I think you'll find it to be rather delectable," she answered, moving her body under my arm which stretched across the back of the sofa, her shoulder nudging under my armpit. I moved my free hand to her halter-covered right breast and began toying with her there, using just the tips of my fingers upon her slightly turgid nipple. I knew that always turned her on. Danielle moved her left hand to my sweater, just beneath my left breast. I thought she was going to touch me there, but she didn't; her hand remained near my ribs. Bending my head slightly, I planted a gentle kiss on her soft, golden hair. She traced the fingers of her free hand from my ribs to the nape of my neck, by-passing my tit, pulling me into her in a soft, gentle way. She turned her head and brought her lips to mine. The kiss was tender, but not overtly sexy. I liked to call it a "warm-up" kind of kiss. "Excuse me, but I don't think we need more than one fire at a time in here," I said, breaking the kiss and her embrace, as I arose and walked into the kitchen. I turned the oven down to 100 degrees, enough to keep the steak warm while Danielle turned my body turned hot. |