Chapter 2: Building Tension
Adrian's eyes—dark with desire—drifted to the tray laden with neatly arranged, sexually suggestive food, which the chef had artistically presented. I watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically as he took a deep breath, before focusing on my face.
"Sage, we don't have to—," Adrian started, but I quickly place my finger against his lips, silencing him.
"I want this," I stated firmly.
I reached out to the tray of food, picking up the lettuce. The crispness of the leaf enticed me as I traced its cool surface along Adrian's torso. He shivered, eyes never leaving mine as I teased him further. I slowly moved the lettuce down his chest, my tongue following closely behind, tasting the salty tang of his skin.
Adrian's breath hitched, and his body arched underneath me in response. I could feel the heat building, the tension growing between us, and it was almost too much to bear.
Gripping the lettuce bun tightly, I leaned forward and sought out his tantalizing, waiting mouth. Feeling his tongue warming the cool, damp appendage in my hand, I couldn't contain the whimper of excited anticipation that escaped my lips.
Adrian took the lettuce and put her in her pussy along with the rest of the ingredients one by one gone to that silky pussy , heating and melting the cheese with his tongue.
He alternated between kissing the insides of my thighs and devouring what lay between. Every nibble of the ingredients he pressed inside me only heightened my arousal. With each movement of his tongue, my breath hitched.
Adrian was now biting at the delicate skin of my ribs, and his hand traversed to palm my breast. I threw my head back, gasping for breath, and my fingers fisted in his hair.
I couldn't believe what was happening, nor could I deny that I wanted more. I never thought I would let someone use food as a part of lovemaking, yet here I was, enjoying every second.
Adrian's mouth continued its ascent up my torso, and his skilled tongue circled my hard nipples. I moaned loudly, feeling a surge of pleasure that seemed to originate from the sensitive tips of my breasts and flow down to the soles of my feet.
My legs trembled, wanting more of him—needing more.
Adrian pickup the chocolate syrup and pour it over her and start to lick her breast full of milk chocolate. The taste of his tongue was an intoxicating mix of sweet and salty.
"Yes, Adrian! Oh, God!" I shuddered, feeling the tautened beads of my nipples brush wetly against his heated tongue. He glanced up, catching my eye as he swirled his tongue around the ripe flesh.
His other hand roamed lower, gently parting my folds. Adrian's smoldering eyes bore into me as his fingers explored the delicate, slick skin.
I bit my lip, my hips arching involuntarily to meet his touch. Giving me an approving grin, he teased my clit with the tip of his thumb. The contact sent sparks shooting through me, and I moaned, hips rocking against his touch in a desperate attempt to gain more friction.
"Good girl," he growled as I shuddered under his skilful touch. Then, his nimble fingers began to dance along my entrance, dipping between my soaked folds.