11. Makari #3
“I don’t see how you know. You got that shit all over your face.”
“Which you wouldn’t know if you weren’t cheating.”
I felt his thumb brush over the corner of my mouth and I almost moaned again from the contact.
"Omiri..."
"What? I’m being helpful."
"You're cheating.”
"How am I cheating?"
"You're peeking under your blindfold because there’s no way you could see that I had food on my face."
“You’re right. I’m cheating. I just wanted to touch your pretty ass.”
I grinned but rolled my eyes behind my blindfold and lifted the bottom to get a peek at my plate. As soon as I looked at him, his eyes were on me.
“I knew your competitive ass wouldn't be able to follow the rules."
“You’re looking at me which means neither of us are.
Masks down. We’re doing this.” I narrowed my eyes and he chuckled, stabbing a piece of chicken and shoving it in his mouth before he yanked his blindfold back in place.
We clumsily worked our way through the first course without too much of a disaster then enjoyed the second course of lobster ravioli in a brown butter sauce that had me moaning again because it was so good.
“Ay, you making sex sounds over pasta is about to have me dragging you up out of here.”
"This is better than sex so don’t play with your life like that.”
"Yeah, you just guaranteed that you’re getting fucked tonight."
I almost choked on my ravioli and swung my head left and right. “You better hope we’re alone."
"I don’t give a damn. You just said pasta was better than sex. Either you're lying or I need to step my game up."
"Your game is fine. The pasta is just really good."
"Nah, I'm offended. I’m going to have to make sure the two aren’t even close."
“Not your ego feeling bruised.”
“Hell yeah it is. That’s cool though. I got you later.”
I slammed my thighs closed and tried to focus on the food but my mind kept skipping past the present and focusing on later. By the time our dessert arrived, we were both over the blindfolds and the struggle but Omiri was the first to give in.
After almost knocking over his wine for a third time I heard him shuffling. When I peeked at him, I realized he’d removed the blindfold and it was on the table.
“We done?” I grinned, taking mine off.
"Yeah, fuck this shit.”
"We're supposed to keep them on for the full experience.”
"The full experience is me actually getting to see how sexy you look eating that chocolate."
Omiri’s gaze slowly traveled over my body.
“Come here.”
“Why?”
“Kari, come here.”
I lifted from my chair and rounded the table, stepping between his legs. His hands moved to my thighs and under my dress where he reached for my panties. My eyes darted to the door and he smiled.
“Chill, no one is coming in here. They know I wanted complete privacy.”
“They’ve been bringing us food all night,” I argued.
“And I just sent a text that shut that down. We’re good.” His fingers hooked in my panties and he eased them down my thighs, helping me step out of them.
What the hell am I doing?
He leaned around me and moved his plates out the way, slowly working my dress up to my waist before he stood and lifted me onto the table then sat down.
“Spread your legs.”
My eyes shot to the door again and he tapped my thigh. “Spread your legs, Kari. I told you we’re good.”
“We’re not having sex.”
“I already have your pussy on display. You really trying to tell me what we’re not doing.”
“Yes…” I dropped my eyes to his and he grinned.
“I’m not gonna fuck you in here but I’m going to put this chocolate on your pussy and lick it clean. Now open your legs for me.”
My stomach dropped and heat rushed through me but I parted my thighs and Omiri moved in closer.
His lips brushed the inside of my knee and worked their way up, teasing with light kisses while he dipped his finger in the chocolate sauce that came with the coconut and almond brownie then traced the inside of my thigh. His tongue followed and I moaned.
I leaned back on my elbows and let him enjoy the chocolate while I enjoyed his mouth on me. His tongue swiped along my pussy, licking and sucking until I was trembling, and just when I thought I was about to cum, he pulled back.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure you appreciate my tongue and my dick over that damn pasta.”
His finger moved back to the chocolate and swirled it around my clit. I could smell it’s sticky sweetness mixed with my arousal and it had me opening my legs wider, wanting him to enjoy them both.
"I need to cum…"
"Not yet."
He dipped his fingers in the sauce again and moved them down my thigh before he lifted them and sucked them clean, pushing them into me slowly before pulling back and sliding his tongue inside.
"Oh hell..."
I watched him through a narrowed gaze. I was so close. I could feel the pressure building but he kept pulling back, teasing me with his fingers and his tongue until I was about to lose it.
"If you don’t stop playing…"
He laughed and gripped my thighs, holding them open wider. “Chill, I got you.”
His tongue flicked over my clit with a relentless rhythm that moved me closer to the edge. When I finally tipped over, the orgasm rushed through me so wild and unforgiving that my body shook and trembled uncontrollably, leaving me so damn satisfied.
"This was hella inappropriate.”
"Yeah it was but you loved that shit; so you’re welcome.”
He reached for a napkin and cleaned me up, then helped me ease off the table. When I reached for my panties, he grabbed them before I could get them in hand and placed them into the pocket inside his jacket.
“You’re still getting fucked when we get to the house. You don’t need these.”
“Are you asking me?”
“After the way I just made you cum, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to.”
He didn’t. I was two million percent agreeable to being fucked when we got to the house…
“Are we leaving?”
“Yeah, I’ve been mentally getting you out of that dress since I pulled up at your spot. My patience no longer exists.”
"Patience…” I laughed and glanced at the table. "I don’t think you understand the meaning of patience?"
“Trust me, I do, otherwise everybody in the restaurant would know that you understand the difference between good food and good dick.” He walked up on me and bent his neck, grinning. The weight of his dick pressed into my stomach and had mine tensing in anticipation.
“Yeah we probably should go.”
He chuckled, stole a kiss, then guided me to the door. The only thought I could fully process was common sense wasn’t common because I was about to let this man tear my world apart knowing it wasn’t likely that he was going to stick around long enough to help pull it back together.