Chapter 29: His Dessert

Jared's POV

I sat across from her, watching as she gazed at me with a mixture of fascination and unease. It was a look I'd grown accustomed to, but today it felt different. The air was charged with an electricity that I couldn't quite explain, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Stop gawking at me miss," I teased, trying to break the tension. But she didn't even flinch, her eyes still locked on mine.

"I'm not," she protested, her cheeks flushing slightly.

But I knew better. I could see the attraction written all over her face, and it was taking every ounce of self-control I possessed not to reach out and touch her.

I reached for the wine instead, pouring us each a glass. As I handed it to her, our fingers touched, and I felt the spark of electricity run through both of us.

I raised my glass in a silent toast, my eyes never leaving hers.

I leaned back in my chair and asked,

"How's your friend?"

"He's doing well, but they can't find any clue about the suspect," she said, taking a sip of her wine.

"Really, that person is a genius then?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She nodded, her expression serious. "His deeds are so clean," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Let's not mind it for awhile and enjoy this food in front of me, I'm starving," she said, her eyes fixed on the pasta in front of her.

I smiled and said, "Of course, dig in."

I watched as she twirled a long strand of spaghetti around her fork and took a bite. Her eyes closed in appreciation as she savored the flavor.

I couldn't help but notice how delicious she looked as she ate. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and a few strands had escaped to frame her face. Her lips were stained with tomato sauce, and her eyes sparkled with pleasure.

I took a bite of my own pasta, trying to focus on the food rather than the way she was making me feel. But it was no use. I was drawn to her.

After we ate, Ericka insisted on washing the dishes. I nodded and went to the fridge to get some ice cream.

As I was rummaging through the freezer, I heard the sound of water running and dishes clinking.

Once she finished washing the dishes, Ericka walked back into the kitchen.

"Ah, perfect timing!" I said, opening the freezer door. "I was just getting some ice cream. Do you want some?"

Ericka's eyes lit up. "Of course I love ice cream!" she said, her voice filled with excitement.

She walked over to me and took a towel from the counter, wrapping her hands in it as she went to the dining table. She sat down and waited for me.

I grab a bowl and take a two scoops of ice cream and make my way to her and sit in front of her.

"How about you? Don't you want some?" She ask while taking a spoon of her ice cream.

I just hum in response.

"Ah, come on," she says, her voice husky with pleasure. "You're not going to leave me all alone with this ice cream?"

I just hum again, feeling a sense of mischief building up inside me. I take look at the way her tongue is licking the ice cream off the spoon, and I feel my desire growing stronger.

But I don't say anything. Instead, I just sit there, enjoying the moment, and watching her as she savors her ice cream.

She notices me staring at her and looks up at me again. This time, there's a hint of challenge in her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asks.

I shake my head, feeling a sense of excitement building up inside me. "Nothing's wrong," I say, my voice low and husky.

She raises an eyebrow. "Then why are you just sitting there staring at me?"

"I'm just appreciating the view," I say, my voice low and husky.

"Well, it's not fair that I'm enjoying my dessert here and you're not," she said.

I couldn't resist the temptation her words and tone presented. With a mischievous grin, I reached out and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the table. She let out a surprised yelp, and the spoon she was holding slipped from her grasp, clattering noisily to the floor.

"Don't worry, I'll enjoy my dessert now," I murmured, my voice low and filled with intent. As I ran my hands under her dress, feeling the warmth of her skin, I slowly lifted the fabric, revealing more of her with each inch. When I saw her underwear, I paused, taken aback by the sight of the delicate red lace.

"Red lace, huh?" I remarked, my voice carrying a mix of surprise and admiration. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. She met my gaze with wide, innocent eyes, the look on her face pleading for something more, something unspoken yet undeniably understood between us.

Her breath hitched as I traced my fingers along the edge of the lace, my touch both gentle and deliberate. The atmosphere in the room grew charged, the air thick with anticipation and desire. Her innocent look, combined with the boldness of her lingerie, created a tantalizing contrast that made my heart race.

She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine, as if she were silently begging me to continue. The sight of her, so vulnerable yet so inviting, ignited a fire within me. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "See how much I'll enjoy my dessert."

She shivered at my words, her body responding to my touch and my voice. I could feel her anticipation, her need matching my own.

I kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. "Jared," she breathed.

My hands moved with deliberate slowness, sliding her panties down and off. I lowered myself, settling into the chair before her, my eyes drawn to her glistening pussy in front of me.

"Mmm, juicy," I murmured appreciatively, my fingers tracing the delicate folds of her intimacy. I watched her closely, noting every reaction. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and filled with desire, while her mouth parted in a silent plea. Her vulnerability and eagerness sent a thrill through me, intensifying my own hunger.

As my fingers explored her, I kept my gaze steady, wanting to see every flicker of pleasure that crossed her face. Her breath quickened, and she bit her lip, her body responding eagerly to my touch. The connection between us felt electric, every movement and glance deepening the intensity of the moment.

I leaned in, my breath warm against her, and let my tongue join the dance, tasting her sweetness. Her hips instinctively moved closer, seeking more, and I obliged, my movements becoming more confident and rhythmic. Her moans grew louder, each one a testament to the pleasure I was giving her.

"Jared, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting once again, and I could see the raw desire etched on her face. It was a powerful sight, one that spurred me on, determined to bring her to the peak of ecstasy.

The room filled with the sounds of my tongue lapping her pussy, and I put my thumb on her clit to give some pressure. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me to continue. I could feel her body tensing, the signs of her impending climax clear.

"Let go," I whispered against her, my voice a low growl. She cried out, her body convulsing as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over her. I held her steady, prolonging her release, savoring every moment of her ecstasy.

As she came down from her high, I rose to meet her, our lips finally coming together in a deep, hungry kiss. The taste of her still lingered on my tongue.