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Chapter Six

John walked out of
his en suite bathroom after cleaning up and throwing
on a
pair jeans
. He stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.
 
Elizabeth
stood at the wall of windows, wearing nothing but his white button down
shirt.
 
She was staring out at the
Gulf of Mexico
.
 
The sun had set and the twilight cast beautiful colors around her. Her
auburn hair glistened, falling down her back.
 
He could see the muscle tone in her hamstrings and calves below the hem
of his shirt.
 
She had the kind of body
that made him want to drop to his knees and worship her.
   

He quietly walked
up behind her and slid his arms around her waist.
 
She sighed and leaned her head back against
his chest.
 

“You look
beautiful standing here like this,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
 

“This view is
breathtaking.
 
I hope you don’t mind that
I threw your shirt on.
 
I didn’t want to
put my stuffy suit back on and I didn’t want to rifle through your
drawers.”
 
She tilted her head up to look
at him.

“I don’t mind at
all,” he replied.
 
He bent his head down
and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
 
“Are you hungry?”

“Famished,” she
said.

“Good.
 
Dinner is downstairs in the oven.
 
I spend a few hours on weekends cooking
meals.
 
I asked Lori, my housekeeper, to
pull the veal scaloppini from the freezer and put it in the oven before she
left today.
 
It should be ready by
now.”
 
He took her hand and pulled her
towards the staircase that led down to the main part of the house.

“Veal scaloppini?”
she asked.
 
“You know how to cook
that?”
 

“Of
course.
 
My mother is Italian.
 
She taught
me how to cook just about anything.
 
I
enjoy doing it.”
 
The look of surprise on
Elizabeth
’s
face made him chuckle.
 
“Why do you seem
so surprised?”
 

“I just don’t know
many men that know how to cook, let alone enjoy it,” she said with a shy
smile.
 
God, she was adorable!
 
They
entered his fully decked-out Tuscan-style kitchen.
 
“Wow!
 
No wonder you like to cook.
 
This
kitchen is amazing!”

“Thanks,” John
said.
 
“I designed it myself.
 
My mom likes to come over and cook with me
sometimes, so I wanted something we could both enjoy.”
 
Elizabeth
’s
face softened at the mention of him spending time with his mom.
 
He leaned in and kissed her softly on the
forehead before grabbing an oven mitt from a drawer and pulling the glass
casserole dish out of the oven.
 
He set
the dish on the counter and grabbed two plates from a cupboard.
 
The smell of veal scaloppini wafted through
the kitchen.

“Mmmm,” she
moaned.
 
“Smells
delicious.”

“I assure you, it
is not as delicious as you, Elizabeth, but it will be good,” he said, winking
at her.
 
John loved to see her flush
every time he complimented her.
 
Color
looked good on her.
 
“Would you like a
glass of white wine?”

“That would be
lovely,”
Elizabeth
replied.
 
“Can I help with anything?”

“No,” he said,
walking over to the wine fridge and pulling out a bottle of Sauvignon
blanc
.
 
“Sit,
please.
 
This is my house.
 
And you are my guest.”
 
He pointed to the small glass table in the
breakfast nook.
 
He watched as she slid
onto a cushioned chair and sat cross-legged.
 
He could definitely get used to having her around.
 

He plated their
food and poured two glasses of wine.
 
Placing her plate and wine in front of her, he pulled the other chair
next to her and sat down with his own food.
 
Eagerly, they began to eat their meals.

“God, this is
amazing,” she said, biting into a piece of veal.
 
Her tongue swept out and over her lips.
 
John felt his cock stiffen.
 
She took another bite and did the same thing
with her tongue.
 
She was so fucking sexy and didn’t even know it!

“I’m glad you like
it,” he said, hoarsely.
 
He couldn’t
disguise the arousal that crept into his voice.
 
He took another couple bites of his food, but his eyes never left
her.
 
He watched as she ate most of her
plate of food.
 
He loved it.
 
He loved a woman not afraid to eat.

“You’re an amazing
cook, John,” she said, softly.
 
She took
another bite of her food and moaned.
 
It
was the moan that did him in.
 

He dropped his
fork on his plate before leaning over and pressing his lips to hers.
 
She tasted good enough to eat.
 
Working his lips over hers, his tongue slipped
out and between the
seam
of her lips.
 
When her lips parted, he glided his tongue
into her mouth, tasting her.
 
His tongue
explored every part of her mouth.
 
He
wanted to devour her.
 

“John,” she moaned,
setting her fork on her plate.
 
His hands
pulled her legs from their criss-crossed position and he slid to his knees on
the floor in front of her, never breaking their kiss.
 
Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt that she was
wearing and exposed her luscious body to him.
 
His hands cupped her full breasts and he rolled her already hard nipples
between his thumb and forefinger.
 
He was
sure he could spend forever exploring her body and never get tired of it.
 

Breaking their
kiss, he reached for her glass of wine.
 
Slowly, he poured some wine down her chest and over her breasts.
 
She inhaled sharply as the chilled wine hit
her skin.
 
Her nipples pebbled even
more.
 
Setting the wine glass back on the
table, John leaned forward and ran his tongue up from her belly button to
between her breasts.
 
Then he did it
again.
 
His tongue laved up her body,
stopping to suckle her nipples along the way.
 
Her back arched into him and her hips moved to the edge of the chair,
seeking contact with his body.
 

“This vintage has
never tasted better,” he breathed against her body, lapping up every last drop
of wine on her torso.
 
Pushing her
against the back of the chair, he grabbed the wine glass again and poured a
little over the short, soft hairs covering her pussy.
 
He set the glass back on the table.
 
Leaning forward, his tongue lapped up her
slick folds.
 
“I take that back,” he said
between swipes at her clit with his tongue.
 
“This vintage has never tasted better than it does right now.”
 
His thumbs separated her lips and he eagerly
buried his tongue inside her.
 
Her hips
lifted off the chair and her hand gripped his hair, pulling his face even
further into her.
 
The wine combined with
her juices was an aphrodisiac he could get used to.

“Fuck,” she cried
out.
 
His tongue laved up her slit before
circling her clit.
 
His looked up
her.
 
Her head hung back.
 
Her eyes were closed tight.
 
Closing his lips over her clit, he sucked on
it.
 
Her eyes shot open and their gazes
met.
 
His cock was straining against his
jeans.
 
Watching her come apart before
him was amazing.
 
Her thighs started to
quiver around him.
 
He slid a hand up her
leg and penetrated her with two fingers, stroking that area inside her he knew
would take her over the edge.
 
“Oh, God!”
 
Her pussy
squeezed his fingers tightly before her whole body shook as she rode out her
orgasm.
 
He removed his fingers from
inside her and lapped up all the juices that flowed from her sex.

 
“I want to fuck you,”
Elizabeth
said, pushing his head back and
sliding onto his lap, straddling him.
 
Her fingers made short work of the button and zipper of his jeans.
 
Hearing her words and feeling her hand reach
inside of his jeans and wrap around his cock made him moan.
 
The jeans had been their only barrier.
 
She opened the fly of his jeans as wide as
possible in the position he was in and pulled him free.
 
Rising up on her
knees ,
she impaled herself on his cock.

“Holy fuck,” he
yelled.
 
The skin-to-skin contact… the
slickness of her vaginal walls clamping down on his cock was more than he could
handle.
 
He had never had sex with a
woman without a condom.
 
He was always so
very careful.
 
Even with his ex, he used
a condom.
 
His friends always told him he
was missing out.
 
He had no idea.
 
Jesus
Christ!
 
The feeling was
unbelievable.
 
She rocked in his lap,
throwing her head back and moaning.
 
He
grabbed her hips and held her still.
 
“
Elizabeth
, I don’t have a
condom on,” he said.
 
His words came out
raspy because the feel of her tight, wet pussy covering him completely made it
hard for him to breathe.
 

“John,” she
whispered, leaning forward next to his ear.
 
“I’m clean.
 
I promise you.
 
I trust that you are too.
 
And I’m on the pill.”
 
She nibbled his ear lobe between her teeth
before pulling back and staring into his eyes.
 
“Can I fuck you now?”
 
The growl
that tore through his chest surprised even him.
 
Any hesitation he had was quickly absolved with her words and the feel
of her gripping him.
   

“Fuck, yes,” he
replied.
 
He released his tight grip on
her hips.
 
She immediately started
gliding up and down his cock.
 
Pressing
her lips against his mouth, she circled her hips, grounding her clit into his
pelvis.
 
Dipping his tongue into her
mouth, he swallowed her moan.
 
His hands
roamed over her smooth body, touching every part of her, as she worked him
over.
 
He’d never felt anything this
intimate.
 
He’d never had a woman take so
much control over his pleasure and her own.
 
John knew he was only minutes away from erupting inside of her, but he
wanted her to come again.
 
He slid his
hand down the front of her body over her abdomen until he found her mound.
 
His thumb circled her clit before putting
light pressure on the hard bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,”
Elizabeth
screamed,
tearing her mouth from his.
 
Her hands
gripped his shoulders tight, digging her nails into his skin.
 
She threw her head back as he began to pump
his hips up to meet hers.
 
She
exploded.
 
Her pussy had a vise grip on
his cock.
 
He’d never felt anything like
it.

“Oh fuck,
sweetheart, I’m going to come,” John cried out as he felt the spasm of her
pussy pull him further over the edge.
 
“Fuck!”
 
His hips bucked wildly as
he ground out his orgasm in her hot tightness.
 
“Fuck!”
 
His arms wrapped around
her as she collapsed on top of him.
 
They
were both breathing hard.
 
He held her
for several minutes and her arms tightened around his neck.
 
He
wanted this woman!

“A girl could get
used to this, you know,”
Elizabeth
said, picking her head up off his shoulder and looking at him.
 
Her green eyes sparkled.
 
Her skin glistened with sweat. Her legs still
straddled his.
 
“Amazing
home-cooked meals.
 
Fabulous wine.
 
Breathtaking views.
 
Multiple orgasms.
  
I
can’t believe you’re still single.”
 
He
chuckled.