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The meal was delicious. A steak that was so tender, I barely needed a knife to cut it. It was cooked to perfection, which was surprising for takeout. I relayed this to Rifyr and he just grinned.
"The chef has this way of cooking everyone's meat the way they like it…" He turned his plate towards me so I could see his, so rare it was nearly purple and bloody. Whereas mine was a light pink, closer to medium-done. "He's the only one in the city who knows how to do it, but it's amazing and saves the waitstaff so much time."
The salad was dressed lightly with oil and vinegar and the greens were fresh and bright. On the side of my steak was a pile of sliced squash and potatoes, all cooked to perfection (obviously) and lightly buttered. All in all, the meal was perfect and I was left with plenty of room for dessert.
There was only one serving of the dessert dish and with two spoons, Rifyr and I were able to make quick work of it.
The flames remained burning the whole time, an obviously charmed garnish, but it was still fun to actuallyeatfire. Which, in this dessert, tasted like cinnamon candy fluff.
I giggled when Rifyr ate some and the smoke came out of his nose.
"Does it do that when I eat it too?"
He grinned. "Yeah, it does. Part of the charm, I think."
"You certainly look charming with smoke coming out of your nose," I replied.
"Do I?" He took another bite and exhaled forcefully, covering the entire plate with smoke that quickly dissipated.
I giggled and leaned forward on my elbow, my spoon dangling from my fingers. "There's something else at this table I want to taste."
"Is there?" he teased, leaning forward as well.
"Mmhmm," I hummed, closing the distance between us and brushing my nose against his. "This okay?" I asked.
He nodded. "Kiss me."
I tilted my head slightly, pressing my lips to his as he moved closer, into the kiss.
We were both on stools at my kitchen counter, so it was hard to be as close to him as I would have liked.
What I wanted was to jump into his lap and press every aching part of myself against him until I didn't ache anymore.
But these stools probably weren't made for that and the floor looked less than comfortable, so I simply deepened the kiss, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip until he whimpered and ended it, standing up and reaching for me.
I leapt into his arms, wrapping mine around his shoulders as he carried me across the kitchen. He set me down on the counter with a thump and stepped between my legs.
I wrapped them both around his waist and tangled my fingers in his long black hair.
He felt hot under my touch, warm skin covered by jersey cotton. I could just make out the lines of his muscles, definition that made me desperate for more.
I wanted to scratch my nails over his skin, graze his flesh with my teeth, wanted to watch him fall apart again, this time up close. I wanted tofeelit.
His teeth nipped my bottom lip, his breath harsh against my face as I allowed my hands to trail down his body, below his waist, between us, where he was hard and rutting against me.
"Rapunzel…" he murmured softly, his own hands moving up my thighs and rucking up the skirt of my dress. Brushing against my panties, his fingertips skated along the lacy trim around each thigh.
I sought the button on his jeans, popping it open and moving towards the zipper next.
My hands foundhim, hot and hard and leaking. I ran my thumb around the head of his cock, smearing the slickness I found there and making his breath hitch in his throat.
He yanked down my panties so hard the seams popped, but I couldn't get them off fast enough. I wanted him. Wanted him inside me. Wanted him now.
"Need you…" I whined, my body on fire for him as his fingers stroked up into my slick opening.
"Bedroom?" he rasped, eyes fluttering shut as I began to move my hand up and down his straining length.
"No…need you here.Now…" I whispered, squealing when he scooped me up off the counter and pressed me back against the bare wall beside the door.
