1 comments/ 14299 views/ 10 favorites Dinner Party for Two Ch. 01 By: savismith You'd spent all day teasing me. We'd planned this dinner party for a few of your new friends and while we were setting things up, you were absolutely relentless! A hand on my back that slid down to cup my ass... A soft moan in my ear that gave me chills... Licking your lips while holding my gaze across the room... And don't get me started on the text messages detailing what you planned to do to me when everyone else went home! But as soon as the first guest arrived, I enacted my plan to pay you back. And I started with a soft flick of your earlobe with my tongue as I whispered, "I'm not wearing anything under this skirt" in your ear. The tensing of your jaw told me that my comment, and my tongue, hit the spot I intended to hit. When you cut your eyes at me, they narrowed a bit and you knew by the smirk on my face that karma was about to bite you in the ass.. but in the best way possible! The deep breath you took was followed by a mumbled "warning", "Play nice." A knock on the door pulled me away, but I turned just enough to smile at you, "You know you don't like it when I'm nice. You like it best when I'm mean." I left the room, but the smell and feel of me didn't leave you. You almost laughed out loud when you noticed that your hands were actually shaking, "Deep breath, girl. Pull it together. She's just a woman in a skirt. Mind over matter." When you almost sliced your finger off, you actually did smile, "I'm so fucking dead." An hour later, laughter filled the apartment. Your friends, all of them co-workers, had a ball telling me all the funny stories about you at work. Who knew you were so silly with a stapler? Your face burned red, but the big smile on your face was brighter than that. I looked at you and felt myself fall in love all over again. As they took turns sharing stories and hilarious memories, no one noticed when I straddled your knee to refill your wine glass...but you did. Holding your glass in your right hand, your left sort of slid its way up my thigh. When I looked at you and licked my lips, you actually gulped. Your hand stopped cold at that point and you shook your head as if to say, "Woman, you're driving me crazy." I got the message just as clearly as I would've had you actually spoken the words. As I moved around the room to refill everyone else's glasses, you watched me. You'd said before that I am the life of every party. I laughed and said you were, too. When I bent to pick up a napkin off the floor, your breath caught and your mind switched to a memory... A porch, mid-March, rain so heavy it almost made the wood vibrate, me in your lap, skirt hiked up, our lips locked in a kiss so deep that we were sharing great gasps of oxygen, your fingers had been so cold when they entered the hottest part of me, my thighs trembled as I moved on your lap, your other arm wrapped around me to keep me close, and the loudest silent scream you'd ever heard when the passion crested and my whole body went limp with release. Laughter snapped you out of your dream and you tried to engage yourself in the conversation again...but in your head you were wondering how quickly we could eat and clear the apartment so that we were alone. I was lost in another memory... You'd won a hard fought match and were damn proud of it. You came home sweaty and exhausted. As you showered, I couldn't help thinking about the water running over your body. I could close my eyes and almost see it dripping, gliding, slithering down your body... tear-drop-shaped drips of water falling off your nipples... a trail of water down your spine... rouge water drops sliding down your thighs... it didn't take long before I'd gotten into the shower with you. The memory of you pressed against the shower wall, one leg over my shoulder and both hands in my hair, made me swallow hard and take a ragged breath. If I closed my eyes, I could still see you there.. head back, mouth open, gasping for air, begging me not to stop, eyes closed tight, hips grinding against me, and just barely holding on long enough to let the orgasm finish before pulling me up for a hard, deep kiss of appreciation. The sound of the kitchen door swinging brought me out of my trance just before the sound of your voice in my ear made me close my eyes and smile. "Hey beautiful." Your lips traced a soft line on the curve of my neck and I shivered, "Need help with," you paused dramatically, "anything?" Chuckling softly, I relaxed into your arms, "Oh, I could use help with a lot of things, but it'd be terribly rude of us to start dessert without our guests." Your tongue traced the rim of my ear, "They're grown people. I'm sure they can serve themselves while we help ourselves." "Oh," I smiled, "you need help with something?" Nodding a bit, you answered, "Yes. I have this ache that really needs some attention." Honestly, I didn't try to hide the laugh, "Oh yeah? Reckon later I could rub it for you and help it ease up some?" You smiled against my neck, "Oh yes, I think that'd do the trick just fine. But really, it's my hands that ache the most." "Why's that?" Husky with emotion, your voice drops and gives me shivers, "Because they want you in the worst way right now. But they know they can't touch you and it's killing them." "Killing them, you say?" I turned in your arms and smiled up at you when you wrapped your arms around my waist and pressed me against the counter, "Are they being impatient?" "Well, see," you smiled back at me wickedly, "they're in cahoots with my ears." Your eyes, the ones that make me weak in the knees, twinkled with mischief, "When you told my ears about what you don't have on under that skirt, they told my hands." I dropped my head back to laugh at you and you kissed my throat, "And you know how protective my hands are about my girl." I nodded, thoroughly enjoying your little explanation, "Baby, they just want to make sure you're safe under there." "Oh," I laughed, "is that what's wrong?" You nodded, smiling at me, "What can I do to help reassure your hands that I'm fine?" I felt your hands slide from my waist to my thighs. Chills broke out when they pressed against my skin and slid upwards, under the skirt, "Well, you could let them check out the situation." When your fingers delicately brushed against their destination, my grip on your shoulders tightened just a bit and your breath caught for a moment. They went a little further, sliding easily home, and we both exhaled. You moaned a bit, "Oh, baby, are you sure you're okay?" Your middle and index fingers began a coup on my senses by invading my body over and over in a slow, deliberate manner, "You feel damn good, but I need to make sure you're alright." No longer able to form a complete thought, much less hold a conversation, all I could do was grunt, "Oh God." I bit my lip hard and after a few more strokes, managed to find my voice, "If you don't stop now, I won't let you stop later. It's now or never. Either you finish me off or stop teasing me." Slowing your fingers to a stop, you pouted, "Oh, now I'm in a bit of a situation. I don't want to stop," you bent to kiss my neck softly, repeatedly, "but I also want to save you for later. I just don't know what to do." Pulling your head down to whisper in your ear, I moaned, "Save me for later when there's no one here and I don't have to quiet." You shivered just a bit and I smiled, "You know you like it when I'm a bit loud." "Yes," you readily admitted, "hell yes, I do." You picked your head up and smiled down at me as your fingers softly left me, "Later, then." "But," I held your face in my hands, "I want you to kiss me now the way you're going to fuck me later." Those eyes twinkled again, "Hard, fast, and deep, you mean?" With a soft moan, I grinned, "That's exactly what I mean." And that's exactly what you did... you always were good at following directions and playing well with others... Dinner Party for Two Ch. 02 There are things you learn about a person by living with them that you wouldn't learn any other way. Like the way they lean against a wall to smoke... How they like their socks folded... Why they insist on sleeping on a specific side of the bed... How they screen their phone calls... What it's like for them to watch their favorite sports team losing to their least favorite sports team... And how fast they finish a meal if they know company won't leave until it's all gone. As I watched you eat the dinner we'd prepared, I prayed silently that you wouldn't choke. Somehow I managed not to laugh as I watched you attempt to get the rest of the table to eat as quickly as you were. It was comical, really. Then Katherine, a new co-worker of yours, commented, "Mel, the chicken is dead. I'm pretty sure it won't run away from you. You can slow down." The color your face changed to could be called "crimson". When I laughed, you eyed me and replied, "You just don't know, Katherine, how much I love the taste of chicken." Oh shit. Breathe, Savi. In that moment, I knew what you were referring to, but no one else caught on. For years you'd called me "chicken". It's the term they use for unmarried women where you're from. I tried like hell not to show my own blushing cheeks off, and I succeeded for a moment or two...just long enough to attempt a witty and equally disguised reply to you, "Yes, you do love chicken." I turned to Katherine, "She likes her chicken hot. So she eats quickly. You know, so it doesn't get cold." When the corners of your mouth twitched into a smile, I knew I was dead meat, "Yep. Nothing I like better than the taste of some well-seasoned, hot, juicy chicken." Oh fuck you. I had to bite the inside of my lip and then pretend to drink in order to not absolutely lose all composure. Katherine, who clearly didn't get the innuendo, unknowingly played right into our underlying conversation, "Oh, me too! And this is so good! It just melts in your mouth." You lifted your napkin to your mouth in a fake "wipe" but I knew you were laughing behind it. In that moment I didn't know whether to laugh out loud or kick you under the table. Then you shocked me by excusing yourself from the table, "Excuse me, please. I'm going to get more rolls." Katherine, not realizing she was killing us slowly, added, "I just love this sauce! It's so thick and is a great compliment to the tender chicken. Really, it's very good. I almost want to lick it off the plate!" Fuck me I'm done. I stood abruptly, "I'm going to help her in the kitchen. If I don't, she might burn something. Please excuse me." As the door to the kitchen swung closed behind me, I mouthed, "Oh my god!" to you. Laughing silently, your face was red and you had tears in your eyes, "I know!" I slid my arms around you and whispered in your ear, "Your chicken is very tender and saucy." Your body shook under the pressure of choking a laugh back, then you whispered, "Are we bad people for laughing at her?" Shaking my head, I smiled and whispered back, "Does it really matter? We're going to hell anyway for being so much better than everyone else." You leaned down and kissed my nose, "You know, I think you're right." Eying me wickedly, you asked, "So...how many other people know how good my chicken tastes?" "Very few," I laughed, "so few it's almost laughable." You laughed and I added, "The recipe for your super-moist, tender, excellent chicken is so complicated that no one else can replicate it, baby. Trust me." "Hm," you tilted your head to the side, "I wonder if they're jealous that I have mad chicken skills and they don't." "Probably. But you should still keep the recipe to yourself. You can't just have everyone out there trying your chicken." Those lips, the ones I've kissed a thousand times, tilted in a smirk, "No one out there is worthy of tasting my chicken. Besides, my chicken is loyal and likes the way I cook it and knows that no one else out there can cook it like I can." From deep in my chest, the laugh came bubbling out, "You're so right, babe. So very, very right." I pulled your head down to kiss me and your hold on me tightened. Your fingertips came up to gently brush my face, making me shiver. When my tongue sought out yours, you let out the softest moan, making me a little dizzy and lightheaded. You pulled me harder against you and the kiss became a bit of a wrestling match for our tongues. When our dinner guests laughed loudly, it snapped us out of the kiss and our "private time". "Shit," you whispered, "I almost forgot we aren't alone." Wiping my mouth, I smiled, "Me too." I took a deep breath, "Okay. I'll go back and then you wait a bit before coming back out." I grabbed the wine bottle and kissed you again, "Don't forget the rolls." As I turned to leave, you smacked me on the ass, "Yes ma'am." Turning a bit, I smiled, "I'll get you back for that, later. Trust me." "Ooh," you smiled, "my chicken is saucy!" Dinner Party for Two Ch. 03 When you closed the door, you turned and pressed your back into it. With eyes closed, you mumbled, "Let's promise to never do that again, ok?" From my seat on the couch, I laughed, "What part of tonight are we promising to never do again? Eat? Have company? Get dressed up? Drop sexual innuendos like bricks from the Empire State Building?" You pushed yourself off the door and walked towards me slowly, "Oh we'll definitely eat again. And we'll probably have company." The shirt you wore, a blue blouse, was the first victim of the night. When you peeled it off and tossed it on the couch beside me, I knew it was about to get serious, "And we'll probably end up getting dressed up again for one reason or another." I watched as you knelt between my feet. Your hands, which seemed to have minds of their own, slid against my outer thighs all the way under my skirt to my hips. When you pulled me against you, I sat up a bit. "And the innuendos?" The slight smirk on my face was accented by the darkening of my eyes, "What should we do about them?" Carefully, tenderly, you leaned in and kissed me. You tasted like sauce and wine and passion. There were faint strains of music from an apartment below us...or was that above us? I slid my hands up your arms and leaned my head to the side when your kisses moved from my lips to the arch of my neck. I had to bite back a groan when your tongue introduced itself to the dip at the base of my neck. Without hurrying at all, your fingers unfastened the buttons on my blouse. As your lips made their way down my body, your fingertips were feather-light brushing the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms. When I drug my eyes open to look into yours, I noticed a glimmer there and smiled. I wore that black slip of a bra just for you. Watching your tongue, pink against my pale skin, tracing the edge of the lace brought another round of chills. It felt like forever, but was probably only minutes, before you bent and flicked your tongue over my thinly-covered nipple. It caused me to hiss and you smiled up at me before doing it again. That time, I bit my bottom lip and let the groan out. I pulled your lips back to mine for a passionate, long kiss. My fingers softly caressed your neck and shoulders as you pressed harder into me. Then your head dropped back to let my lips have their way with your neck. I planted soft, slow, tiny kisses along it and your jaw, making you sigh my name. We kissed for another long moment before I moved to the other side to lick and nibble your ear. When you shivered against me, it just made me want you more. I whispered in your ear, "Here or the bedroom?" Your hands answered the question for me by sliding around my waist and unhooking my bra. As you slid the straps down my arms, you kissed my neck and shoulders, making it my turn to shiver. I managed to rid you of your bra as well, just before you pushed my upper body back against the couch and stretched out over me. Without uttering a word, you pressed my hands against the back of the couch, over my head. Then your lips descended on my chest to kiss a hot trail down to a helpless nipple. Using your lips and tongue, you teased it to an aching, hard tip. Then you switched to do the same to the other side. When you gently eased my legs apart, I closed my eyes so I could focus on the feel and smell of you. Soft as silk, your hair slid down my thigh and I gasped when you kissed the part of me that ached the most. My back arched hard when you slowly and leisurely licked there. Using a series of licks, nibbles, and deep kisses, you drove me mad. I gritted my teeth and bit my bottom lip when you used your tongue to make way for your fingers. The gasp I let out was louder than I'd thought it'd be, "Oh God, baby." After teasing me to insanity, you finally began my ascent. It didn't take long for the tightening to reach a fever pitch and my hips to start rotating in time with your movements. It never ceased to amaze me, and still doesn't, how easily you bring a climax out of me. And when you added the occasional tug into your rhythm, I marveled at how well you knew my body. I gripped my skirt with both hands and ground into you hard, "Don't stop," I pleaded, "please, baby, don't stop." Chest heaving with every breath, I dug my heels into the floor and buried one hand in your hair. The closer I got to the end, the harder breathing became for me. When my breaths were erratic and labored, you knew it was almost over. With a hard arch of my back, deep moan ripping out of my throat, and legs trembling under the weight of my release, I fell over the edge, "Yes! Oh God!" You gave me time to catch my breath and kissed my body in random spots as your lips made their way back to mine. The kisses were soft and sweet, but I was no longer in a soft and sweet kind of mood. That fact was evident in the way I feverishly kissed down your throat to your shoulder just before gently biting you. You shivered, "Uh oh, someone's gotten started, now, huh?" "I blame you," I murmured against your neck. "Take these off," I demanded. You obeyed without a word and threw the rest of your clothes on the pile we'd started. When you came back to me, I pulled you against me hard, "Your skin is burning up." Between sloppy, wet kisses you mocked me, "I blame you." I smiled and nuzzled your neck while I muttered, "You can punish me later. Right now, it's my turn."