I open my mouth as Miller feeds me another bite of crème brûlée. I had no idea eating dessert could be so exotic, but it is. Or maybe it’s Miller who makes it that way. I’m noticing a lot of things about him are making me see things differently. I look at him in a way I’ve never looked at another man before. I pay attention to everything he does, and it’s partly because I can’t keep my eyes off him.
“You gave me the last bite of the crème brûlée. You must truly be falling in love with me,” I tease, because that was the best dessert I’ve ever had. He doesn't respond to my joke, and his face is impassive. “I was teasing,” I rush to say.
Who brings up love on the first date? This girl. Maybe this could technically be our second if our time together on the plane counts.
“Sigmund Freud said ‘a joke is truth wrapped in a smile.’” He smiles as he leans in. “I didn’t take it as a joke.”
A rush of emotion fills my chest. Is he saying he’s falling in love with me? How is that even possible? We don’t even know each other, and I did only say falling in love. I mean, I can understand that because I think I am falling myself.
I’m drawn to his mouth when he licks his lips, and I want him to kiss me again. He says something in Russian that I don’t understand before he lifts me out of my seat and onto his lap. I wrap myself around him as he kisses me so possessively, and I follow his lead. Then it’s me that’s climbing up his body and deepening the kiss. I want more of him, and the moment my lips touch his, it’s like a magnet.
He tastes better than any dessert I’ve ever had. I’ve gone from thinking I couldn't have another bite to wanting to consume Miller. He releases my mouth, and I go for his neck, unable to stop. I nip at his ear, and he grunts while he grips me tighter. I can feel the heat of his excitement against my ass, and I wiggle against it. Without a word he’s out of the chair and moving. Suddenly he puts me down on the edge of an empty table and my legs spread as he pushes his way between them. They’re as wide as they can go to accommodate him, and it’s still not enough.
Seeing my lipstick smeared on his lips and neck only fuels my desire. I need more.
“I cannot control myself when you touch me.” He plays with the tie that holds my wrap dress together. “I want to see what secrets you hide from me under this.” He gently tugs on the tie, and it comes loose, but not enough to make the dress come apart. As much as he wants to, he waits for my permission.
“Why don’t you find out?” I say in my best sultry voice before I bite the inside of my lip. This date tonight is moving fast, but I’m not ready to slow it down. My underwear is more about comfort than anything, but I try not to let it bother me as I lean back on my elbow. “I don’t think it’s going to be what you’re thinking.” I let out a small laugh, but as he peels my dress apart, all I can see is a primal flare in his eyes.
“Never, my krasota.” He runs his eyes over my simple cotton bra and panties. Again he’s speaking Russian, but from the look in his eyes I know he enjoys what he sees.
The hunger I see makes me feel bolder. I lean up and unsnap my bra next. My breasts fall free, and my nipples tighten under his gaze. They are begging for attention, but in reality my whole body is. I’ve never felt so many emotions rush through me at once, and it’s exhilarating.
“It is now my turn to have my dessert.”
“What? Why would—” My words trail off when he falls to his knees in front of me. I can feel his warm breath through my panties, and I realize I’m going to be his dessert. As hot as I already am, seeing him there is skyrocketing my desire. So much so that I’m sure it’s showing through my panties.
“Miller. I’m—”
“Wet for me.” He nods as he looks between my legs with what I can only describe as pride.
I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and I don't care that we’re in the middle of a restaurant. I want this—no, scratch that, I need this. My body aches, and he looks starved for me.
He brushes his nose against the wet spot and then sucks in a deep breath. “You’re sweet everywhere, aren't you, my krasota?”
I wiggle, lifting my hips so his mouth touches the wet spot on my panties.
“You should find out,” I say, and I’m shocked that every shy part of me has left the building. Right now all I can think about is having him kiss me there.
“Trust me. One day I’ll know how you taste everywhere. There will be not one spot on your lush, perfect body my mouth will not know.”
I whimper at his words and wonder how he can possibly be real.
“While that sounds wonderful, there is only one spot that I need you to taste right this second.”
I feel him smile against me as a deep chuckle rolls over me. The vibrations against my clit make me cry out as he pulls my panties to the side and buries his face in my sex.
I grip his hair, needing something to hold on to. His tongue is slow at first, circling my clit. He’s taking his time and savoring me. As much as I’m enjoying it, I need to come.
“Please, Miller.” I can’t keep the need out of my voice.
“Anything for you, my krasota.” His Russian accent is thicker than ever before.
He sucks my clit into his mouth while his tongue swipes back and forth. Then I feel him push his finger inside of me, and that’s all it takes. I was already so close to the edge since he picked me up tonight. I climax instantly as my back bows off the table, and I scream out his name.
He drags it out of me, then kisses each of my thighs before pulling my panties down my legs. I have no idea what he’s doing, and at this moment I’d let him do just about anything to me.
I open my eyes to see him shove my panties into his pocket, and the look on his face isn't one of joy. In fact, he looks pissed.
“Right your dress,” he orders, his tone cold.
I slip off the table while I grab my bra and then put it on. His back is to me the whole time, and I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. How have we gone from the most mind-blowing moment in my life to this? He’s not even looking at me anymore, and I’m starting to feel ashamed of my behavior.
I watch as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and speaks in Russian so I can’t understand a thing he’s saying. It makes me think he’s hiding something, but right now my emotions are raw, so who knows? I had the most powerful orgasm of my life with a man who means more to me than he should at this point. A man that has seen more of me than anyone else.
“Are you ready?” he asks as he turns to face me.
I force a smile and nod. “Yes, I would like to go.”
Even as I say it, I hate that I don’t want the night to be over. I just know I need to get away from him.