"It's not just any pasta," I smile. "It's my grandmother's recipe…every bit of it, from the Bucatini down to the Bolognese."
I grab the steaming pot of pasta, carry it to the sink, and drain the boiling water through the colander. I give the colander a shake, to ensure the water is gone, and I bring the pasta to the Bolognese sauce simmering on the stove.
Then, I grab my wooden spoon…the very same one used by my grandmother, and maybe even her mother before that, and I stir. I bring the spoon from the sauce, cup one hand underneath it, and carefully bring it to Palmer's mouth.
"Here," I say. "Taste this."
He places his mouth on the spoon and takes a sip.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head.
"Unbelievable," he says. "That's good—real good."
"Just wait until you try it with the handmade Bucatini."
I grab a plate and place some of the pasta and sauce on top. Then I shave a few fresh curls of parmesan onto the dish.
Palmer grabs a fork, twirls the pasta between the prongs and brings it to his mouth. He chews slowly, considering the flavors and textures. He doesn't say anything right away, and instead goes in for a second bite.
"Stunning," he says finally.
"You like it?"
"Love it," he says. "I've never had a dish like this before. I mean it. You'll have to share the recipe."
"I can't do that."
"You don't trust me?" he says, smiling and stepping closer.
"It's a secret family recipe," I say. "No one outside of the family has it."
He reaches out and brushes my face with the tips of his fingers.
"If anyone can keep a secret," he says, moving his fingers from the side of my face down to my lips, "it's me."
I can't look away. I can't move. I'm drawn to Palmer like a moth to a flame, and the more he touches me, the more I want him.
My eyes are locked on his and he suddenly leans down, slowly pressing his lips to mine.
The feeling is instant and electric. Like I've been shocked by the live end of a wire. I part my lips and feel his warm tongue basting mine. I can feel myself melt into his embrace.
What have I gotten myself into?
Nicole
“I’m sorry,” Palmer tells me, standing up straight and taking one step back. He purses his lips, and then looks at me hesitantly. “I shouldn’t have.”
Slowly, I raise my hand and brush my thumb over my lips, feeling the way the warmness of his lips seems to linger on mine.
“You’re sorry… for what?” I ask him, and the words leave my lips before I can even process what I’m saying. I’m not thinking rationally right now, but how could I? After being kissed by him, it’s almost a miracle I’m still thinking.
Slowly, I get up and go on tiptoe. Grabbing him by his shirt, I press my lips against his, closing my eyes as I succumb to another perfect kiss.
He’s on me then; his lips curl into a grin, his hands find my waist as he kisses me with a gentleness I would never believe he had in him just a few days ago. It’s still hard for me to understand what’s happening right now, but…
Does it even matter?
Our lips have touched, and my body’s telling me all about what I need to do next. And, God, I've never felt anything like this before. I’ve never…Well, I’ve never actually been with anyone before.
No matter—he’s here now, his hands tracing the contour of my curves over my black dress as his cock becomes hard. I feel it against my thigh.
There’s a slow burning ache between my legs, my pussy becoming as wet as it has ever been. God, what’s happening to me?
Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I take one hand to his crotch, pressing against his cock with the open palm of my hand and rubbing over it. Softly, I trace its contour with just the tip of my fingers, imagining how it will feel to have his long member sliding inside of me.
He feels so damn big. He’s so huge that I still have a hard time understanding how it’s even possible for something like…this to exist.
His shape is long and thick, perfect, really, and I can’t help but salivate at the thought of having him deep inside of me…
My heart races fast as I try to wrap my mind around the fact that someone like Palmer is here with me, his body burning with lust and desire. He’s one of the most important chefs in the world, a wealthy man, handsome and charming, someone who can have any woman he desires…and I’m just a simple girl from a small town.
How can he even want me?
Whatever. He wants me.
That’s all that matters.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I start unbuttoning his pants, brushing my fingers over his boxer briefs. My heart is drumming anxiously inside my chest, and I slide my hand under his boxer briefs, my fingers curling around his member as if they have a life of their own.
I start stroking him in all his glorious length, going over from his tip to his balls—oh, God, I can’t wait to feel each and every inch of his cock deep inside of me.
If we keep going at it like this, he’s going to ruin me, I just know it. Now that we’ve kissed, it’s just impossible for me to keep my hands off of him.
And that sounds so good. What could possibly be better than having my body completely destroyed by someone like Palmer?
Like every girl, I want the first time to be special. Different, even. I never thought it’d happen in a cramped apartment and with a man I'm supposed to hate.
But being here with him…it feels special.
It feels different.
I caress his balls with my free hand, still grasping his cock tight while I move my hand up and down, from his tip to the base, marveling at his size.
I need it inside me. I need that as much as I need air to breathe and my heart to beat. It would be a sin to waste such a moment…
He nibbles at my lower lip, his hands going down my cheeks and then my neck, to the round mounds of my breasts, grabbing and squeezing gently.
Possessed by what seems like an insatiable hunger for my breasts, he slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms and then leans into me and starts sucking on my right nipple, pulling down the cup of my bra and holding it in place with his long fingers. I can’t help but moan as his tongue dances in circles around it, lapping at it endlessly.
Palmer leans into me, his lips against my ear, and he whispers.
“I have no idea what we’re doing,” he breathes out. “But this feels amazing.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks as he says it, and I don’t even know what to say. Having someone like Palmer whisper those things at me is better than almost anything else I have experienced during my short time here on this planet. I could spend the whole day in his arms, with him whispering these things to me, and I would never get tired of it.
Only problem I can see with that is that I would spend the whole day completely wet.
But then again, that sounds just about perfect.
I don’t even know how it's possible for me to be so damn wet. It’s completely ridiculous. Of course, my body seems to disagree; every single cell inside me seems to be aching for Palmer.
“I…I need to tell you something,” I find myself saying, placing my hands on his chest and taking a step back. He looks into my eyes, his lips just a thin line made out of curiosity as he waits for me to continue.
“I’ve never…been with anyone,” I finally confess, barely believing that I’m telling him this.
But if I’m saying it, that’s because I want that to change…and I don’t know what to think of that.
Maybe it’s better that I don’t even think. Maybe it’s better that I just act.
“Seriously? Someone like you?” he asks me, and his words are pregnant with surprise.
“Someone like me?”
“Nicole…Fuck. You’re beautiful. And not just that; you’re smart and talented. How is that even possible?” he continues, reaching for me and tucking a lock of hair beh
ind my ear.
“I guess…I’ve always been busy with work,” I reply, looking down at my feet as I feel my cheeks growing red. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. Especially with a guy like Palmer.
“Not tonight,” he whispers, and before I can do anything, he sweeps me off my feet. Carrying me in his arms, he walks out of the kitchen and into my bedroom, nudging the door open with the tip of his shoe.
He doesn’t even bother with flicking the light switch; he just carries me all the way to the bed, gently sitting me there.
He pushes me down on the mattress, his hands darting to my back and lodging themselves there. In a sudden movement, he is on top of me, our bodies pressed against each other as we kiss.
Oh, God, is this really happening?
His lips go from my mouth to my chest then, and as he sucks and licks my nipple, I can’t help but wonder if this is what paradise feels like.
He squeezes my breasts hard as he sucks on them. One of his hands goes down my belly and, still over the fabric of my dress, presses it over my eager pussy, rubbing it slowly with just the tip of his fingers.
I grind against his hand, swaying my hips and trying to sate the aching desire my insides feel for him.
Damn, I can feel every nerve ending in my body yearning for him.
His hand goes down my waist and he slides it under my dress, his fingers hiking up to my thong; with a flick of his fingers, he pushes the small string of fabric to the side and brushes one finger slowly against my clit.
I shudder and exhale sharply as he presses down on it. It’s like being hit by lightning.
I can’t see, I can’t speak, I can’t hear—all that I feel is his fingers slowly stroking my pussy.
I thrust my hips upward against his hand; I can’t handle all this teasing, I really can’t. I’m going to die of anticipation.
Then, as if he’s capable of hearing my thoughts, he pushes my hips down onto the mattress, the palm of his hand pressing hard against my pussy. He lets one finger go inside of me in an upward motion and, before I can even let out a heartfelt moan, he has his thumb over my clit again.
He lets go without a warning—the absence of his touch almost too painful to endure.
Getting up, he grabs my hand and makes me stand; with a sudden movement, he has me pinned against the wall of my own bedroom, my back against the wall.
I close my eyes as he runs his hands through my hair and pushes it back from my face. We stand there in a silence only broken by the sound of our breathing, our bodies brushing against each other as we just savor that sweet closeness.
When I open my eyes, I see him looking at me, his lips slightly parted as if he’s lost in a daze.
My hands go to his chest, my fingertips feeling the rough outline of his muscles with deliberate care. He’s so perfectly sculpted that it’s hard to believe he wasn’t artwork done out of a marble block.
He reaches for my mouth with his, kissing me in abandonment. My heart flutters as I kiss him back, my lips submitting to one of the absolute best moments of my life. I could stay here forever, lost in this sweet trance.
His hands go down the side of my body and I tremble in anticipation, feeling his fingers stop at my waist and then make their way under my dress and up to between my thighs.
Once again, I quiver as he presses down on my clit, the gentle warmness of his fingers making my body feel light and relaxed.
Softly, he parts my outer lips with a slow flick of his fingers, and I gasp as he slides one inch of his finger inside me. Slowly, he feeds his finger into me, each inch drawing a trembling moan out of my lips.
“Oh, my…” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish. The words die in my throat as he slides one more finger deep inside me in a hooking motion, going straight for a secret spot I didn’t even know existed inside me.
It’s like he knows my body better than I do, as absurd as that sounds. He presses there, making my whole body burn; my muscles tense up as he rubs his finger deep inside me, and I arch my back as something snaps in me and ecstasy floods my mind.
I never thought I’d be a screamer, but I guess that’s exactly what I am; as he fingers me hard to the point of oblivion, and I come, there’s little else I can do but scream as loud as possible.
Yup, I’m definitely a screamer.
Once I’ve calmed down a bit, I reach for his cock, grasping it tightly in my trembling fingers, and I immediately know what I want to do.
I make him switch places with me. and then I fall to my knees, his cock dangerously close to my lips as I stroke him. He leans back against the wall, his hands resting on the top of my head, and I relish the feeling of absolute control.
He’s mine.
He’s mine for me to do whatever I want to do.
I part my lips and let my tongue out, flicking it against his tip; it’s warm and big, and I have to resist the urge to simply have him inside my mouth at once.
But no, I have to take my time. I want to drive him completely mad and show him that I can tease and torture just as well as he can.
Somehow, I can’t help but feel the importance of proving myself to him. It seems that I take as much pleasure from seeing him climax as I do from orgasming myself.
His pleasure is my pleasure.
I part my lips and brush them softly against him, the salty flavor hitting me at once. I want to have him inside my mouth so bad it’s unreal… God, my heart is tight in anticipation.
Still, I fight back against my eagerness, and I lick all his length, my tongue going down his shaft and then back up again, circling around his tip.
I lay my lips there once more, gently sucking on his head, and I can’t take it anymore; I open my mouth wide and let him slide in over my tongue.
In a second, my mouth is filled with him, his thickness almost too much for me. I have to force my jaw open so that all of him fits, and I can barely do anything with him inside my mouth besides slowly bobbing my head back and forth.
And that’s exactly what I do, a shiver going down my spine as I feel that delicious member of his being engulfed by my lips.
My hands grab at his firm ass, pulling him in and forcing his cock inside my mouth and down my throat. I lap with my tongue at his shaft, sucking eagerly and relishing every single second as I stroke him hard, my wrist flicking up and down in a flowing motion.
His fingers tighten on my head, grasping at locks of my hair, but he doesn’t pressure me in any way—he lets me go at my own pace.
I start going faster then, my hand stroking him at the same time that I suck him. I try to go deep, but his long inches make it almost impossible for me. I try all the same, my mind ordering me to leave nothing on the table.
As I start to go faster, his hands start guiding me at the same time that he thrusts into my mouth ever so slightly. I look up at him and he grins at me, a flash of pleasure brightening his face. I can only imagine how it must be for him to see me there, on my knees, his huge cock inside my mouth.
I’m ready to go all the way, to not stop until he comes, but he has other plans. I almost feel sad as he pushes my head back and makes his cock pop out of my mouth; grabbing at my wrists, he makes me get up.
In a heartbeat, he has me pinned against the wall once again, holding both my arms above my head as he kisses down my neck and heads straight to my nipples. I moan as he sucks on them, my whole body buzzing.
Letting go of my arms, he lets his hands fall to my waist and he slowly goes down to his knees. Is he going to do what I’m thinking?
Oh, fuck, yes… Yes, he is.
He takes one of his hands and puts it under my leg, just below my ass, and makes me raise my leg. Holding me like that, he lifts my dress up to my waist and pushes my thong to the side.
He leans into me and has his tongue trace the contour of my inner lips with maddening patience, just stopping for one moment to flick it at my clit.
He goes on like that until I can’t bear it any longer. I thrust my hips again
st his mouth and, instead of fighting it, he lets himself go all out.
He wraps his lips around my pussy, sucking hard on my outer lips as he rubs his thumb around my clit. I throw my head back against the wall and moan hard, feeling my whole body shiver as my mind goes numb with ecstasy.
Where has he been all of my life? I definitely wouldn’t still be a virgin if I had met him before.
I grab his hair with such strength I’m amazed he doesn’t say a thing. But he doesn't’ complain; he simply redoubles his efforts as he devours me.
I press my pussy against him wildly as I hold his head in place, not believing what I’m doing. This isn’t like me, to be overtaken by desire in such a way... But then again, I’ve never met someone quite like Palmer, someone that knows exactly what he’s doing.
I would be counting my blessings right now if it weren’t for the fact that my mind has simply decided to shut itself off.
Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks eagerly as he holds me back against the wall with his forearm over my waist. As he sucks, he lets one finger slide inside me.
He starts fingering me slowly, each coming and going motion of his making me purr anxiously. I can feel my body already starting to sweat.
In an instant, there’s one more finger inside of me and, before I can prepare for it, he slides a third one. I don’t know how that’s even possible!
He strokes me slowly, his movements gentle and patient, keeping a rhythm that makes that slow mounting pressure spread all over my body and coat every single one of my senses.
My hands start grabbing at random locks of his hair in abandonment as electricity bites at me, clawing under my skin at my taut muscles. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, the universe exploding inside my head.
My arms shake and tremble, flaying wildly; if he wasn’t holding me against the wall, I’m sure I would simply collapse onto the floor.
As it is, I remain in place, delight coursing through me with such intensity I can’t even remember my own name or where I am.
Once I come crashing back down to earth, he takes his fingers out of me, and I quiver as he does it. Placing my hands under his chin, I make for him to get up; standing tall, he grabs my head with smooth gentleness and kisses me softly.
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