Chapter 7
After closing the store Nick stopped at a jeweler on the way home. Long before 7 pm, he was showered, the food preparation mostly done, waiting at home in dark grey jeans and a light blue shirt, sleeves rolled up.
Having taken hours to get herself ready, with shower and hair and makeup, and indecision over the dress and the medium black heels, and fretting that she was going too fast, Amanda spent some of her book sale bounty on a taxi and arrived just before 7 pm; getting out very carefully in case she accidentally flashed.
The dress was a little risky to wear in public. It was basically a single continuous loop of dark grey cotton-silk fabric in a figure of eight, the top loop behind her neck like a halter, the cross-over in front of her tummy, and the lower loop behind her bottom. The plunge at the front was very deep, and the skirt very short. It made Amanda feel daring and sexy and exotic and glamorous; and had cost far too much.
Nick checked the veal Osso Bucco was cooking down nicely and looked at the open kitchen, the dining table next to the French windows out to the garden, the island that was scrupulously clean after all the prep work was done.
Standing on the doorstep Amanda rang the bell, shifting from foot to foot. Hearing it just before seven, Nick smiled. Checking himself in the mirror briefly, he opened the door and saw her standing there.
Smiling at her, taking her in, unbelievably happy. "You look sensational, little one."
She grinned, disarmed by his gallantry, and shrugged as if she'd just thrown her ensemble together, presenting him with a bottle of wine. "I don't know anything about wine but the nice man in the shop said it’s good? Baron Roths something?"
He chuckled. "You shouldn't have, but thank you." He took her hand and led her in, closing the door behind them. In the privacy of his home, he realized how small she was, and young and perfect. He smiled and lifted her chin kissing her softly. "I have something for you."
Amanda gazed wide-eyed. How could he have yet more for her? After the sales bounty and the job and now dinner, she couldn't think of anything more that he might have.
Nick smiled and reached out to his left and standing over her, handed her a small black box that was tied with a silver bow.
Taking the gift she looked up into his eyes, searching again, then back down to the box. She raised it to her face and inhaled. It smelt new and expensive. She pulled the ribbon and opened the lid. And gasped. "Oh my!" She looked up at him again, tears in her eyes.
"It's beautiful!"
Nick smiled as he watched her take it out, before asking, "May I?"
She looked at the silver disc and smiled, then handed it to him. "Of course!" she said, turning around and lifting her ponytail out of the way.
Nick took it and slowly draped the thin black band around her neck before closing the silver clasp gently at the back, his fingertips grazing her soft throat. Breathing carefully through her mouth, Amanda's fingers explored the feel of it around her neck, brushing his own fingers there.
Kissing her neck softly and letting her ponytail drop again he whispered in her ear, "Show me."
She gasped again. Did he mean? She wasn't sure. She turned to face him, again studying his eyes, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
He smiled down at her. "Hands behind your back; not yet." Grinning at her, he took a step back, looking her up and down.
She quickly clasped her hands together behind her back, feet together, face slightly lowered, eyes looking up at him, waiting for the next command, heart thumping.
"Turn around and touch your toes," he said, smiling.
"Oh!" Turning away from him she glanced once over her left shoulder, then bent over at the hips and touched her hands flat to the floor, face pressed to her legs.
Seeing her dress hike up and up and up he smiled, running his fingers between her legs, seeing and feeling her lack of underwear. "Good girl. Let's come through to the kitchen."
She stood up, straightened her dress and the gift at her throat, and followed him obediently, preening at earning a Good girl. Taking her hand he led her through the hall into the open plan kitchen dining room. His hand felt so big and strong around hers, and she looked around admiring his taste, smelling something delicious.
Nick showed her some of the artwork and then, in the kitchen, he took her wine and opened it for later, letting it breathe.
"Champagne?" he asked, smiling.
"Crumbs! Yes please!" she answered quickly, grinning at being treated just like a grown-up, starting to be thankful for having enough money in her purse for the cab fare home; he shouldn't be driving tonight.
Nick took down two champagne flutes and released the cork, his eyes on her as it popped. She jumped at the pop and giggled at her own reaction, staring with wonder at the expensive wine. Slowly pouring her a glass and then his own, he looped his arm behind her waist bringing her closer. He handed across her glass, picking up his own, looking down into her eyes.
"To you, Amanda, and all your perfection."
"Oh please!" she responded, trying to deflect the constant stream of praise, but desperate for more of it, not wanting to look like she needed it yet so hungry for every scrap he might throw her.
He lifted his glass and took a sip. She lifted hers and copied him, snuggling in a bit closer. His hand curled around her ass as he leaned in to kiss her softly, just pressing his lips to hers. Closing her eyes she stopped breathing and stood there, enjoying the contact, absorbing all the sensations of touch and taste and smell.
He grinned at her. "Tonight, we have some home-cured salmon with dill to start and then veal osso buco with risotto."
"Wow! Better than a restaurant! Do you do everything so well?" she asked, impressed and thrilled even though she didn't really know what all the words meant, the wine already floating her head. With the underfloor heating on, the kitchen was warm.
"There are some other perks to not being in a restaurant," Nick suggested, standing so close to her.
"Oh?" She lifted her chin, gazing into his eyes, pressing in even closer.
He put his glass down and lifted her by her ass onto the kitchen island. She grinned at his move, so effortless, her hands on his shoulders, while his hands slid very slowly up her legs, thumbs reaching the hem of her dress and dragging it up.
He looked into her eyes. "Lift."
Wriggling her hips to lift her bottom off the surface, one side at a time, loving how he just TOLD her what he wanted, what to do, her eyes glowed with excitement and anticipation. He lifted her dress to her waist, his hands gliding up her inner thighs spreading her legs.
"I love this dress. You have wonderful taste, little one," he said, his eyes drifting down to her exposed pussy.
"You could do this in a restaurant if you wanted?" She bit her bottom lip, hoping she hadn't gone too far.
Nick grinned. "Oh little one, you do delight me," he said, kissing her neck and her bare skin down between her dress fronts.
She sighed in happiness, at his touch, his kisses, his kindness, his acceptance of her.
He kissed lower, then looked up at her. "Lay back."
With her arms behind her, she leaned back until her shoulders were on the surface, head up watching him. He smiled as he saw the eagerness in her face, and his hands reached out to hers, interlocking her small fingers with his own. She loved how happy he seemed with her as if she actually pleased him, and it made her glow, gripping his fingers tight.
He lowered his face between her legs, kissing her inner thighs. "Spread them as wide as you can." His tongue trailed over her inner thigh and pelvis, kissing softly along her hip and back towards her soft hair. Moving her knees wide apart, stopping short of completing the side splits, she watched his progress as best she could, delighting in feeling him work his way around her body.
Nick was stunned at her flexibility and smiled to himself, thinking of all the options that might bring for later. His lips parted hers and opened her pussy for his tongue, pulsing it inside her slowly, tasting her, glorying in her.
"Oh fuckity fuck!" she muttered and lay her head back, eyes closed as the incredible sensations rocked through her.
Pressing his lips deeper, he moaned at her wetness; tasting her, his tongue searching for the source of her heat, his hands holding hers, the little fingers clenching his big hands, his tongue pushing deeper and deeper, curling up inside her.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'll be your dinner platter any time you want," she muttered, not knowing she was speaking out loud one of her fantasies, gripping his fingers so tight.
Moaning at her words his tongue fucked her tight pussy, then he freed his right hand and traced it over her inner thigh. Her hips responded, meeting him, and his tongue began circling around her clit. She gurgled meaningless happy sounds.
Nick pushed one thick finger inside her, rolling it up against her front wall, seeking the bundle of nerves. Her whole body was gently writhing. His lips pursed around her clit as his tongue pulsed there, his finger relentlessly building and maintaining a constant rhythm.
She juddered as he found the spot, assaulted from within and without, his other hand pressing down on her tummy to keep her still, her hips able to buck against his eager tongue.
Amanda mewled in the agony of ecstasy, bucking, convulsing, contracting, the sensations almost unbearable. Holding her but letting her writhe as his finger caressed her and his tongue circled her clit, he then held the pad of his tongue to her bud as she moved more urgently against him.
Tightening. "Oh FUCK!" The release, as her body could take no more, spasming in orgasm, head rolling side to side, legs jerking, tummy fluttering, insides clamping. His finger and tongue were unrelenting, trying to hold her down with his strong hand, his tongue tasting her, wanting all of her as he looked up at her wriggling body, and felt her pussy pulse around his finger. He slowed his actions and held her, carefully, one hand on her inner thigh, the other now on her belly.
She started to calm down, senses returning, remembering where she was, trying to clamp her legs closed to protect her over-sensitive sex. Lifting his mouth away he looked up at her, his lips covered in her juice, licking them, tasting her. He smiled, feeling her legs clamping closed around his head.
She was exhausted, arms splayed out wide, legs relaxed now.
"Um, that was nice." She tried to make the understatement sound casual.
Nick grinned. "Did I say you could cum?"
"Er, it's a bit late now, Sir!" she replied, lips twisted in amusement and lifting her head to look at him. "You can punish me later?"
"I will definitely punish you later, little one," he said with a grin and stood up, his hands held out for her to lift herself up by.
Recovered now, she let him pull her up, one hand tugging her dress to cover herself again.
He smiled and lifted her by the waist back down to the floor. "You are exquisite," he said, kissing her.
"Mmm, you taste like me!" She grinned, finishing setting her dress straight.
Chapter 8
"Can I use your bathroom? I need to redo my face?"
Brushing Amanda's hair back, Nick smiled. "Down the hall under the stairs."
She flashed him a big happy look and skipped down the hall, taking her bag with her.
As she walked away he wiped his lips and tasted her again, before slowly laying out the cured salmon in the middle of the table; two plates, fresh lemon, and dill, and pouring two more glasses of champagne. He lit the candles and dimmed the lights waiting for her, leaning against the kitchen island.
She had a wee, sighing with the release, then cleaned herself down there and freshened her minimal makeup, fixing her ponytail, fingers exploring the neck ribbon, and returned to the kitchen.
"Oh! How beautiful!" Her eyes sparkled at the stunning, tasteful display, better than any restaurant. Suddenly she misted over when it dawned on her that he had gone to all this trouble just for her.
"Come here," he said, seeing the dampness in her eyes and holding her close, kissing the top of her head.
She hugged him tightly, arms wrapped around his strong body. She was still not used to how different a man felt up close. He was different from her dad, so hard and firm and solid. "Thank you," she whispered, knowing that he didn't need to do this so nicely, knowing that he knew that he didn't need to do this.
Smiling softly again, delighting in her, her reactions, the pure joy on her face, he lifted her face, cupping it gently in his big hands as he kissed her softly. "You'll sit on my lap for starters."
"Oh, ok!", she replied, smiling up into his face, "Are you going to feed me to or do I have to do that myself?" she added as if it was the biggest imposition possible on her.
He grabbed her ass and spanked it playfully. "Cheeky!" He led her to the table and sat down before beckoning her onto his lap.
She gently eased her trivial weight down onto him, a place she rather enjoyed being, her back against his and facing the table. "So how do we do this?"
His hands found her knees and opened her legs wide, either side of his own as he kissed behind her ear and whispered, "Bring some salmon to our plate, a squeeze of lemon, a frond or two of dill, and straight into this beautiful mouth of yours.”
Amanda giggled and gripping his legs between her own leaned forward to carry out his instructions. The symbolism of him spreading her legs was not lost on her, and she wondered if tonight was going to be it. "Mmm, this is yummy!" she said at the first mouthful.
With his left hand resting on her exposed mound, Nick watched her, enjoying the joy she was taking from it.
"Instead of fingering me, you should be eating this too! It's delicious!" she said, but tilted her pelvis into his cupping left hand.
He dipped a finger inside her as he leaned forward. "Feed me," he instructed, his face over her shoulder as he kissed her neck.
She took a steadying breath at his insertion, then held out a fork full of salmon to his lips. Opening them and taking the mouthful he announced, "Mmmm, not bad! Eat, you'll need your strength!" he added knowingly.
She twisted to kiss his lips as he chewed and then turned back to the table. A portion for her, and turning, a portion for him. His other hand slid up and down her thigh as they ate in content silence. She remembered to breathe, to eat, to feed him despite the tension of what his hands were doing to her, his finger slowly stroking in and out of her tight pussy, his hand pressing on her clit as she rocked her hips slowly.
"Do you really like my pussy that much?" she asked in between mouthfuls, then finished off the starter.
Nick grinned as she asked that question right before eating the last mouthful. His finger held deep inside her, caressing her inner wall, he whispered in her ear, "I adore this pussy. Stand up and face me."
She swallowed and stood up, wiping a dribble of lemon juice from her chin. Nick also stood up, slowly, inches from her, his hands finding the material on her shoulders and then grazing down her arms. He dropped to his knees and kissed up her thighs as his hands lifted the dress up over her ass. Standing with her dress he lifted it further, up over her head, leaving her there naked in front of him.