Seventeen

                                    

                                          
Elias 
The game was working a bit too well and now here I was, hard as a rock trying to finish cooking, while Natasha sits at the table and leans forward just enough so that I can see the beautiful sight that is her cleavage.
I try and turn my attention to the food, layering the vegetables, meat and cheeses in the pan. It works for a moment until there's a scraping sound behind me and I glance over my shoulder at Natasha who is now perched on the edge of the table, her legs crossed and staring at me, her head slightly cocked with an amused expression. 
I clench my jaw and turn back to the food, preheating the oven and cleaning up my mess quickly.  The next time I glance over at her, she's sitting on the edge of the table leaning back slightly, her legs open and her dress pulled up to her knees. 
I slam the oven closed, set the timer and turn to her, "comfortable?" 
She shifts on the table, "it would be better if this damn table wasn't so hard." She smirks as her eyes dart to my dick and back up, "but you seem to know all about being hard." 
I cross my arms and lean back against the counter, "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." 
"Mhm," she hums. She shifts again and one of her hands moves to the edge of her dress, pulling it over her knees slowly. "What about now?" 
"You have very nice knees," I tell her. "But I'm not really into that." 
"What are you into then?" She asks, her voice low. 
"Are we really playing this game then, Natasha?" I ask. 
"And what game would that be, Elios?" She asks back. 
The sound of my name on her lips almost made me run to her, almost made me take her right there on that table and eat her rather than the meal I was making.  
But that's not how our games are played. 
Instead, I push off from the counter and walk slowly towards her, "you know exactly what game." I stop in front of her, my hands going to her knees, "because this entire day has been a game." My hands slide up her legs, stopping at her thighs, "so let's cut to the end. You like me and I very much like you, Red. But for some reason neither of us seem to have the balls to admit it." I lean in and stop a few inches from her, "so what are we going to do about that?"
She smirks and wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me against her. My dick is pressed between her legs and I can feel the heat coming from her, "what do you want to do about it?" 
My hand moves from her thigh, up her arm and across her shoulder until it rests gently around her neck, "I know exactly what I want to do to you Natasha." My hand squeezes as I speak, putting just enough pressure on the sides of her neck as I lean in whisper in her ear, "but I won't be doing anything until you beg." 
I drop my hand and lean back, smirking at her disappointed expression. "That was mean," she tells me, her legs releasing me. 
"You started it," I tell her as I go to walk back to the kitchen. 
"What if I.. what if I did beg?" She asks, her voice stopping me in my tracks. "What then?" 
"Then," I say slowly as I turn back to her. "Then I would feast on you instead of the food. I would lay you on this table, spread your legs and eat you until you were screaming my name as you cum." I watch her swallow and I take a step towards her, "I would kiss every inch of your perfect body, taking extra time on your nipples. Sucking and teasing until you cum just from that." Another step and I'm back between her legs, "I would kiss your lips until we couldn't breath before going back to your other lips and giving them just as much love and attention as I did to your nipples. And only after all of that," I lean towards her, my hands going to her legs so I can look her in the eyes, "only after all of that, when you're absolutely dripping and begging for me, will I use my dick. That is what I want to do to you, Natasha." 
Her hands grip my arms as she says, "then do it." 
I smirk, "then beg." 
She bites the inside of her cheek before admitting, "I've never begged, or even dirty talked before." 
"That's alright princess," I tell her, watching the blush creep up her cheeks. "All you have to do is ask me to fuck you." 
She takes a shaky breath and says, "will you.. fuck me, Elias?" 
My hand goes back around her neck as I order, "say please." 
"Please.. will you fuck me?" She asks me again, her breathing coming quicker. 
"Are you sure?" I ask her, memories of the last time flooding back. "Consent is key after all." 
"I'm sure," she tells me. "I want you, Elias." 
I gaze at her, her eyes are bright, her bottom lip captured between her teeth as she looks at me. "Then lay back and spread your legs," I order. Glancing at the timer I'm glad to see we still have several minutes. "We have eight minutes until the food is done, and I expect you and it to finish at the same time. Think you can do that?" 
"Yes." 
I put a hand on her shoulder and push her down gently, "then lay back." 
She lays back on the table and I pull her dress up around her hips, smirking when I see that she's wearing nothing underneath, "naughty." 
"You didn't lay any out," she answers. 
I chuckle as I hook her legs over my shoulders, giving me the perfect view of her. For a moment I was stunned, my breathe alluding me as I gaze at her- her hands are under her head, her hair fanned out in waves on the table, her eyes watching my every move. "You are stunning." 
She smiles softly at me as my lips find the silky skin of her thigh and I start kissing my way towards her core, stopping just before I reach my intended destination to move to her other thigh and kiss along it, giving her teasing bites. She remembers slightly just before I reach her center and I look up at her, a questioning look on my face. 
She nods slightly, her eyes almost pleading and I turn my attention back to her rapidly growing wetness.  
My tongue slides across her, parting her folds and she takes a trembling breath, her hands going to my head. I'm not ashamed to admit that the taste of her nearly sent me into an orgasm. She is the best thing to ever grace my senses. 
My tongue yearns for her, my dick aches for her, every fiber of my being is pulling me to her. 
My arms snake around her legs and pull her roughly towards me, my tongue diving into her wetness and lapping up her sweetness. I suck her folds into my mouth, sucking them as I dip my tongue into her over and over, my hands holding her legs roughly as her nails dig into my scalp, pulling me closer to her. 
My tongue moves from her opening to her clit, circling it, her hips jerking from the contact and pushing more of her against my face. I eat as though she is my last meal, like I'm a starving woman who has just been given a feast. I eat her like she is the rarest of fruits and must be savored. 
The more I eat, the quicker her breathing becomes until finally, she moans. It's just a soft one and that simply will not do. 
I move one hand from her leg and shifting positions slightly, insert two fingers into her, hooking them to touch the ridged sensitive spot inside her. The moan she lets out is the best music to ever exist and I start moving my fingers in time with my sucking and licking. 
Vaguely I'm aware of the timer going off, of the smell of the food burning, but I don't care. 
All I care about is the woman who's gripping my fingers tightly, who's pulling me deeper into her as she yells my name. 
Her walls release my fingers and her hands loosen in my hair. Removing my fingers I gently lick her cum from her before standing up and going to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth. 
When I come back to the table she still laying there and breathing heavily, her eyes closed. She jerks slightly when I touch her, her eyes opening only to close again as I start to clean her carefully with the warm cloth. 
Only after she's clean and her breathing has steadied do I finally go turn off the oven.