Jimmy walked into my kitchen and I followed him. He grabbed a fork and put it inside the pink to-go box then grabbed my hand and took me to my dining table.
He picked me up and set me on the table. I looked up into his hungry eyes and saw my desire mirrored there. He pulled my top off in one motion and bent down to kiss my lips as he unhooked my bra.
I moaned a little into his mouth when my breasts came free of a day’s worth of oppression at the clasps of my bra. My hands found his chest and I unbuttoned his shirt.
His lips and tongue tangoed with mine until he stopped and spoke, “Say banana if you want me to stop.”
He remembered my safe word, but I really didn’t want him to stop. I nodded and deepened our kiss, wrestling his tongue for dominance as I peeled his shirt over his glorious shoulders. I put my hands on his chest and sighed in relief. His chest was so muscular, and I ran my fingertips over his hard abs.
In one swift motion, he took my pants and my dewy panties off as I lifted my hips off the table. He put one large hand on my chest and pushed me to back to the table. He opened my thighs and put my feet on the dining room chair behind him as he stood between my legs. He picked up a piece of his cake and put it on my belly button then bent down to lick and nibble it off.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, and that seemed to just spur him on, “James…”
He fed me a piece of my cake, then he bit the skin right above my hip and put another piece of cake there before licking it off. “Raven,” his voice was husky with the promise of pleasure to come. It turned me on even more. He did this for a few more bites of cake until he’d kissed and licked every inch of my belly, slowly moving down, and my mouth tasted sweet as honey from the taste of the decadent red velvet cake.
He put a piece of cake right on my mound where I had shaved and only kept a landing strip for him. He put one hand on each thigh to hold me open and sat down on the chair my feet were propped up on, moving it closer to the table. He looked up into my eyes, his gaze smoldering as he leaned into me and licked up the cake.
His tongue was so close to where my clit throbbed, aching for his touch, and I found myself squirming, “Please James.”

