“Don’t be making assumptions about me now.” I cut my eyes playfully at him.
“Why are you so sharp-tongued, huh?” He laughed. “With your fine ass,” he blurted out, shaking his head.
I was about to say something smart, but the servers came up and introduced themselves before I could. She opened the bottle of champagne and gave us a few moments to look over the menu so we could decide what we wanted. I decided on the filet mignon and a rock lobster tail with a side of broccolini and truffle fries.
Our server took our order, and we both sipped the champagne in our glasses while we exchanged hungry looks with each other.
“You gotta stop looking at me like that, Lyra.” He finally spoke.
“Why?” I smirked. I knew good and well why. I just wanted to hear him say it.
“You know why.”
“I don’t. Enlighten me,” I spoke and turned my attention toward the view of the beach in front of us and took another sip of champagne. I was for sure feeling myself. Dre got up and, in seconds, was behind me, pulling my chair out from under me.
“What are you doing?”
“Just get up.”
I set the glass down on the table and stood. He sat, then grabbed me by the waist with both hands and sat me down on his lap to face him.
“You feel that?” His breath pricked the skin on my neck, making my nipples instantly harden. All I could do was nod. I had no words. All I knew was that I felt a big log jump beneath my dress.
“Yeah, you feel that shit. You ain’t gotta say it, baby. That’s why you need to stop looking at me. Because if you don’t, you’ll continue to have me like this. And after a certain point with him being hard as he is, I won’t be able to control his actions. Understand?” His hands moved to my nipples, and he tugged at them.
I nodded again. I was in a chokehold.
“I’mma sit here a few seconds longer so you can really feel what you getting into with me.” His words, his scent… his fucking everything were wearing me down. I at least wanted to eat first. I turned my body to the side and leaned in to kiss him.
“Now, I’mma do this a little while longer soyoucan really feel what you’re getting yourself into, aight?”
Before he said anything else, my warm tongue parted his lips and began exploring his mouth. I took control, swirled my tongue around his lips, then sucked on his bottom lip. His dick kept jumping, and I loved it.
“You kiss good as hell. Damn, beautiful.”
The next time, he claimed my mouth first, and our tongues danced against each other in this nasty yet perfect rhythm that almost made me forget we were there for dinner. The way the night transpired had me feeling desired and sexy. My belly fluttered with an unexplainable excitement that I hadn’t felt before.
“So do you.” I exhaled and looked up at him.
“Let me get up before we end up doing something up here on this rooftop.” He eased me off his lap slowly.
“I can’t say that I wouldn’t mind it.” I stood, and he quickly hopped up and was back over on his side of the table. The space between us felt too far away. Our chef for the evening brought our food out as we started on our second glass of champagne.
“Everything looks and smells so delicious. Thank you,” I offered as he set our plates down one by one on the table.
Dre had ordered a tomahawk steak with garlic sautéed green beans and mushrooms over a bed of buttered mashed potatoes. The aromas took over my nostrils. Something about a good meal at a fine-dining establishment heightened my senses.
“Thank you. You two enjoy.” He smiled and walked off to the other side of the rooftop. Then he and the other server went back inside. There was an ease between us that we both felt while we chowed down on our meals.
Finally, when I felt full enough to continue on with the conversation, Dre spoke as if he read my mind and could sense I wanted to talk again.
“If you could stop everything you’re doing right now and go somewhere, fly anywhere, where would it be?” He placed his fork down and looked at me.
I shifted in my chair a little and wiped my mouth before I answered.
“I’d go to Switzerland.”
“You’re bullshitting.”
