“Hello, handsome.” Ella peers up at me with glittering eyes and a smile so bright I can't help but wear one too.
“For you,” I present her the flowers, smiling as she tips her face to them, “Stayed away long as I could, Ella.” Ella does not hesitate to press into me and I hook my hands around her ass, bringing her closer still.
“Longer than I liked.” Fuck, this woman. I lower my head to brush my mouth over hers, whispering an apology.
“What have you done to me?” I whisper against her sweet mouth before I push my tongue into her sweetness, yanking her up against me.
I don't know what she's done to me, but I don't want it to stop. I kiss her long and hard on that sidewalk, crushing her pretty flowers between us. Once I load her into the car, I don't bother to hesitate. I drop to my knees, shove her legs up onto my shoulders and feast on the pussy that I spent days starved for. I lick her to two orgasms before we reach the restaurant.
“Hungry, baby?” I purr as I lick at her folds, watching her shudder beneath me, her head nodding.
“Starved, Sir.” I grunt as I climb over her, grinding my hard cock against her wetness.
“Not feeding you what you want just yet, Ella. Dinner first. Come, beautiful.” I kiss her sweet mouth, moaning as she sucks at the tangy sweetness of her cum on my tongue.
Holding her hand, I lead her inside, keeping her close to my side. I don't want eyes on her, don't want another man to enjoy the vision that she makes. Tucked into an exclusive table in back, I draw her close as we watch one another in flickering candlelight. Not sure who I think I am playing Romeo but I want her to have everything. As long as it's me giving it to her.
“Been here before, Ella?” I ask as I watch her lovely skin glow in the dim lighting. It flushes as she bows her head shyly, shaking it slowly.
“No. It’s lovely.” Taking the menus away, I place a hand at her thigh, skimming it beneath her skirt.
“Let me take care of you,” I mean it more than she can know as I voice it, “I will order for us both.” Ella goes so soft against me, I almost can't take it. I lower my head to lock gazes with her, seeing the moment she decides she wants to give me this.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” I grunt, licking at her mouth as I kiss her softly.
“I like it, Ella. Like how it makes me feel when you submit to me. You never have before, yes?” I ask before the waiter shows to take our orders. With him standing there, I slip my hand between her thighs, watching her eyes flicker when I find her pussy wet and bare for me. I slip two fingers inside as I order our meal, pumping as the young man smiles politely at us. Ella cries out the second he steps away and I shoot her a look.
“No. No Sir. I don't think I knew what it meant. What it could really be like until I called you Sir. I liked how it made me feel when you reacted. When you took control.” I do it now, stroking her slow and deep, pulling out the minute I feel her edging.
“I didn't know either, Ella. Not until I looked into your eyes when you first said it to me. And then, I wanted to do things to you. Take things from you. Give things to you. Do you date often, Ella?” I know someone hurt her but I need to know everything I am up against.
“No, Knox. Not since.....I mean not since him.” I stroke her folds again, wanting her mind on me, us, tonight, not someone who doesn't deserve her.
“Came here for him. Stayed for you,” I asses, passing two fingers over her clit and smiling when she whimpers but nods, “I am so pleased you stayed. I want to make you love New York. Spread your legs and bring your hand down here.” Ella looks right into my eyes as she does just as she's told.
“Like this, Sir?” Ella asks as she touches herself, panting as I rub at her clit still.
“Yes, baby. Slip your fingers inside this tight cunt. Keep those eyes on me while we make you come together. I want you to suck those fingers into that pretty mouth. Taste how sweet your pussy is.” Ella moans softly, watching me as she does every single thing I ask. I want her to obey me. I want her to trust me to make her feel good. To make everything feel so good.
“Sir. Please...harder.” I slap at her clit, shaking my head.
“No, baby. Slow. Soft. I want it to consume you. Want to watch it wash over you. It's so beautiful.” Ella bucks her hips as her pleasure builds, both our hands working slow beneath the table. Christ as it builds, her skin flushing, her eyes wide and wild, it's the sexiest thing I have ever seen. But I don't want to capture it like I usually do. I want this one just for me.
“Goddamn that's fucking beautiful.” I husk as I watch in rapt fascination.
Ella slowly draws her hand away, bringing it to her lips. I rub harder at her swollen pearl as she sucks her soaked fingers into her mouth, our moans mingling as she savors her sweet honey. I dip my head and she flushes, bringing those fingers to my lips. I suck gently, slowly, not leaving a drop behind.
“Good girl. Close your legs tight, now.” Ella nods before she does just that, sitting closer to me as she shudders ever so slightly.
“Thank you, Sir.” I take her hand beneath the table, wrapping it around my stiffness through my jeans.
“See what you do to me when you obey me?” A nod from her as she strokes me gently, flushing an adorable pink makes me smile.
“Yes, Sir. I want to taste you too.” Bowing her head, she lifts shy eyes to me and I almost shove her beneath the table.
“Might get what you want if you behave.” Light glimmers in her eyes and makes me feel like a fucking king. Ella wants to please me, obey me. Makes me want to beat my chest and bellow that I found a fucking queen.
Over dinner I learn more about Ella than I've bothered to learn about a woman in years. From Ohio, Ella never had it easy, never had someone to take care of her. While Earthy motherfucking Ella hardly needs taken care of, something sweet and soft inside her wants it. Craves it. Before her, I never wanted to take care of someone. In fact, it's why I don't date, don’t share more than one night at a time with a woman.
