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I stare a little over his shoulder and not directly into his eyes because I have a feeling that Dante will be able to tell I’m lying if I’m looking straight at him. “I think we should probably keep this casual between us. There are too many other outside factors that need to be addressed if we’re anything more. There’s Bianca and my parents. Let’s just call it what is, some fun between friends, and then we won’t have to deal with any of that.”
I take a deep breath and move my eyes back to him and see a frown on his face that he quickly covers up. He’s probably annoyed that I beat him to the punch. “Yeah, sure. Casual sounds good. For now.”
I nod my head and let that last part hang in the air between us. He really doesn’t need to promise me anything he doesn’t want to give. I know Bianca has never really seen him date. Why would he want to start now? He probably thinks he’s appeasing me, but he really doesn’t need to.
In an attempt to end this uncomfortable conversation, I pop out of my seat and grab the plate of cookies I made. I’m really not sure about them. They didn’t turn out how I wanted them to. They’re way flatter than the ones I’ve bought at the bakery before, but I figured I would bring them over just the same. At least he could see that I made the effort.
“So, are you ready for dessert?” I ask, pulling off the foil covering. “They’re lavender and honey macarons.”
He gives me a smile and reaches for the plate, picking up one of the purple-and-white sandwich cookies.
“They didn’t turn out the way I wanted them to,” I admit. “They should be much fluffier than this.” I poke a little at the cookies before picking up one of the thicker ones.
“They look pretty good to me,” he says before popping the entire thing into his mouth. I study his face closely while taking a nibble of my own. I think the lavender flavor might be too strong. I probably should have gone for something a little more traditional.
He lets out a little moan that I feel right between my legs and shuts his eyes for just a second. “This is fucking delicious, Vi.”
I narrow my eyes, looking for any sign that he’s lying to me, but it seems like he might be telling the truth. “Are you serious?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He reaches for the plate and grabs another of the flattened cookies and pops it in his mouth. “I mean, I’ve never had a macaron before, so don’t know how fluffy they’re supposed to be, but these taste amazing.”
His genuine compliment warms my insides. While I wouldn’t have been upset if he didn’t like my treat, most people don’t, the fact that he’s enjoying something that I’ve made makes me feel special.
He abruptly pushes the plate away from him and stands up, slowly approaching me, making my heart rate pick up. “Honestly, they’re great, Violet. But there’s something else I want for dessert.”
Before I can ask him what he wants, he’s pulling me up out of my chair and pressing the length of his body against mine. I can already feel through his jeans that he’s hard as his cock rubs against my belly, and I shudder at the touch. He leans down and kisses me softly, rubbing his hands along my body, gently caressing the sides of my breasts before moving down and sweeping his hands over the globes of my ass, then making his way back up again. A whimper escapes my lips.
“Is this okay?” he asks, putting his hand on the tie that’s holding my wrap dress together, and I give him a nod. “Words, Violet. I need to hear the words.”
“It’s okay.” My voice sounds breathless and needy even to my own ears. He oh so slowly unties the bow at my waist, then parts the silver and floral fabric that’s covering me. He takes a tiny step backward, eyes roving over my body, which is covered in only my bra, panties, and the dress that’s hanging off my shoulders. His pupils dilate and his breathing picks up as his eyes run over my breasts, down to between my legs, then up to my face, like he doesn’t know where to look first. I can feel myself getting wetter under his stare and hope that there isn’t a wet patch at the front of my panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says before coming back to me and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The contact of his fully clothed body against my own mostly naked one forces a gasp from me, and he takes advantage of that by slipping his tongue into my mouth, stroking mine with his, tempting it to play with him.
I’m clutching tightly to his biceps in an attempt to stay upright. I’ve never felt sensations like these running through my body, and I don’t know what to do besides hold on to him for dear life. His hands move inside the hanging pieces of my dress and cup the underside of my ass. Before I know it, he’s lifted me into the air and set me down on the edge of the dinner table.
Suddenly, I’m overtaken by nerves. I’m not sure what he’s expecting of me or from tonight, and I don’t want to disappoint him. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Having my dessert.” He resumes kissing me and slips his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, giving a tug. I manage to lift my ass just a little, so he’s able to slide them off and down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. I’m overcome with embarrassment and lock my knees together when he tries to spread my legs open wide.
He looks up at me questioningly. There’s no annoyance or impatience reflected in his eyes, just the question of whether I want to continue. I don’t want to tell him, but I know I need to. It would be unfair of me not to.
“Dante... I’m a virgin.” I turn my face away from him, not wanting to see his disappointment. I’m sure he was expecting to get someone experienced, instead he gets the shy girl who’s only ever given a hand job before. My eyes water, but I hold back my tears while I’m sitting here half-naked on his kitchen table.
“Baby, look at me.”
I give my head a little shake and keep staring out the window.
“Violet.” His tone tells me he won’t be happy until my eyes are on him, so I look back at his face, searching for some sign of his disapproval.
“You know there’s no shame in being a virgin, right?”
I shrug my shoulders at him in silent response.
“You’re fucking perfect. It doesn’t matter if you’re a virgin or not. In fact, I couldn’t think of anything hotter than being the first man to be inside you. That is, if you’re ever ready for that. But that’s not what we’re doing tonight.”
“It’s not?” I ask in surprise.
“Nope. Has anyone ever tasted this sweet pussy before?” He’s stroking my knees in a gentle and soothing motion. Just the thought of him doing that to me causes a gush of wetness to fill my pussy.
