She gave him a ravishing smile. The man was definitely old fashioned, and the way he called her Belle made her feel like a princess. “I’m glad I agreed to.” she replied.
“Shall we?” He offered her his left arm, and she hooked her hand in it. Wanting to feel more of her, he placed his right hand over her fingers, pressing down gently. She was soft and warm. Tonight those fingers would touch him in all the right places, just as his hands would learn every inch of her body. Just one night with her couldn’t do any harm, right?
“So, can I ask where we are going?” Isabella asked.
Samson grinned and shook his head. “No you may not, It’s a surprise.” he replied.
“Oh, I love surprises.” Isabella said and her face lit up like that of a little Child who had just been promised a treat.
She would get plenty of surprises with him. All good ones, he hoped. He helped her into the car and addressed his driver.
“We’re ready, Darrell.” he said.
As the limousine pulled away from the curb, Samson opened the bar in front of him. He pulled out a small platter with sushi and canapés.
“I figured you would like something to eat on our way.” he said.
“Thank you; that’s so thoughtful of you.” Isabella replied and blushed. The color looked good on her. Maybe he could find other ways to make the blood rush to her cheeks.
“Champagne?” He asked, but he was already opening a bottle and poured two glasses, handing her one. He touched his glass to hers and looked at her.
“So I may make a better impression on you tonight than I did that night we met” He gazed into her eyes.
“You already have.”
He looked surprised, “I have?”
“Yeah, but don’t get too cocky” she replied.
Her admission was unexpected. Could he now go straight from sweet and charming to sexy and smoldering? One portion of his anatomy certainly put a “yes!” vote in already.
Down boy! He cautioned himself.
Samson shifted in his seat and pointed at the canapés. “What would you like?”
She stretched her hand toward a piece of sushi. He shook his head, took the piece, and guided it to her mouth.
“Open,” he urged her in a soft voice.
She obeyed instantly, and he gently placed the small piece of sushi into her mouth. His finger briefly brushed her lips as he did so, and it wasn’t accidental. She swallowed.
He noticed desire growing in her eyes as he looked at her mouth. He imagined those lips on his naked skin. How would his skin react to her mouth brushing over him? Jeez, his mind was wandering, so he took one and put it in his mouth too, just to distract himself from his current thoughts.
“May I have another one?” Her voice was smooth, silky, temping.
Did she know this was fore play? Did she know what she was doing? Doing it on purpose? He decided not to asked and obliged.
He placed a canapé into her mouth and provocatively let his finger linger at her lips until she responded to him by closing them over the tip of his finger. In slow motion he withdrew his finger and let it slide over her closed lips.
He could already feel his body respond to her. Ten more seconds, and she would give him a raging erection.
“Do you like my choice of food?” It wasn’t his choice of food he wanted to discuss. And the question was kinda stupid. She obviously liked the food, but he had to say something… Anything. “I could get you anything else you wanted.”
The question of what else was implied. Preferably a portion of his body. Preferably the one currently begging for more space in his pants.
“No, this is quite perfect.” Her eyes roamed over his body, sending a tingle of anticipation into his loins.
“So…. More?” he asked.
How many hours would she be able to keep up with him before she’d collapse in his arms, naked, hot, and exhausted?
“I’m quite hungry today.” Isabella replied.
She was playing his game, and he liked it. There was nothing shy about her. She showed him what she wanted and wasn’t embarrassed about it. A sign of a strong woman. He couldn’t wait to find out what she would be like in bed-if he ever made it to a bed with her, and didn’t fall all over her someplace else. Which was a definite possibility.
“I guess I’ll have to keep feeding you. I don’t want anybody to start a rumor that I don’t feed my guests. Nobody is going to leave my company hungry. For anything.”
She responded by licking her lower lip. His gaze was involuntarily pulled to her breasts as soon as his peripheral vision noticed a change in them: her nipples had hardened and were pressing through the fabric of her top. His cock responded in kind and tilted in her direction.
When he gave her the next canapé, she held onto his hand, and as soon as she’d swallowed the food, her lips opened again. Slowly and deliberately she pulled one of his fingers into her mouth and licked it clean. He drew in his breath. She sucked on him gently, and her eyes locked with his.
She did the same with the next finger. Samson felt his cock strain toward her, asking to be next in line to feel those luscious lips. When she released him, he traced her lips with his moist finger.
“Delicious.” Isabella said and shifted, changing the way she crossed her legs, drawing his eyes to her smooth calves. He admired the gentle curves of her flawless flesh.
He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but he had to wait. For now he wanted to bring her body temperature to boiling point and enjoy the view of her hardened nipples. Unfortunately, it was his own body temperature, which was rising. Maybe he should ask Darrell to turn on the air conditioning.
The ride to the theater was too short, especially since he was having so much fun. How he would make it through the two-hour performance, he had no idea.