(Read the previous parts first: Part 1 / Part 2)

-     I don’t want to drive you crazy.  What are you saying? Haahahaha. – I said laughing. - I just want to have some fun with you, that’s all.

The food on the table was more like appetizers than a dinner, but that was great for me.  There was a lot of fruits, roasted nuts, cubes of different types of cheese, crackers and some sauces (sweet and salty) to dip.   I had an idea, so I told him:

-       What if I feed you, and you feed me?

He smiled and he replied:

-       That’s a good idea actually.  Okay, let’s do that.

So, we started to feed each other, using just our hands, and inserting in each other lips, these delicious pieces of food.  The whole situation was very sexy, indeed.  The tip of the fingers touching our mouths… tongues licking the juice of the fruits on our lips, and our eyes responding to the stimulation of the flavor.  He had his eyes almost closed while I was feeding him.  On one moment, the sauce over his lips was too much, so he tried to search for a napkin over the table, but I had another plans.   I started to lick his face, just cleaning the excess of sauce.  I felt him enough excited, according his breathing and pulse.  So, I drive my tongue straight to his mouth.  I licked the surface of his soft and sweet lips.  He touched my tongue with his.  And the kiss started.  I felt I was invading his body, but we wasn’t putting any resistance.  I felt he wanted me.  He started to stroke my head while we kiss.  I pull his head too close to me.  And because we were very distracted kissing us, we just drop the champagne on the floor, by accident.  We stopped.  And then he said:

-       I didn’t want to drink more anyway.

And we laughed.  I picked up the bottle.  And I leave it over the table.  Then I said:

-       I don’t want to eat more, either.  Oh, but don’t misunderstand me!… I loved the dessert that you gave me.  It was really…

And I made a gesture to express like I couldn’t find the appropriate word.  So, he said:

-       How it was?

-       … Tasty!  - I finally said.  Very delicious indeed.  I could be an addicted to that…  But, you know what?

-       What?

And I replied to his question, while I walked to a big white couch on the room.

-       I bet you have better things to show me.  Don’t you?

I seated there, and I invite him to come to me with a hand signal.   He came to me, walking slowly.  I guess he thought I wanted him seated by my side, but no.  Again I had another idea.  He approached to me, and I guide him to place him self, stand up in front of me.  He placed in the center of my legs.  From my seat, I had the knot of his robe in front of my face.  I opened.  Then I saw the buckle of his belt.  I touch it.  And then I drove my hands over his pants and his legs.  Always keeping the eye contact with him.  I took off his robe.  Then I touched his belt again.

-       Do you mind? – I asked him.

He made a nodded approving my move.  So I opened his belt.  My fingers ran quickly over his pants, the button, the zipper… his underwear.  I looked at him, smiling, and I said:

-       I think, we are talking about hours, not even a whole day.

-       Excuse me? – He said a little bit confused.

-       I mean, about the question I made you before.  You are letting me to know you after just some hours.

And I started to rub his crotch, to feel it.  He let go a silent moan.  So, I kissed his sex with passion.  I grabbed his ass with both of my hands, and I suck it strongly.  By then, his moan started to be less and less silent.  I only stopped to ask him a single thing:

-       Do you wanna fuck me, King?

I guess he was too turned on to answer me.  He just jumped over me, and started to touch me allover.  Desperate.  Breathing hard, agitated.  He placed him self over me and undressed me without any problem, like a man with experience in this kind of matters.  He penetrate me, and as soon he did, he said with a deep voice:

-       I never made love at the first date.  But you just, dared me till the point I couldn’t hold on my impulses anymore.

-       I know. – I said. – I’m a bad girl.

-       I never had a girl so dangerous as you before.

-       Don’t be so sure that you really have me.  I don’t have any owner, King.

-       I’m having you, right now…

And he moved his self with even more passion.  Entering on me strongly.  And  I thought to my self, while I was being fucked really good: “He thinks he can own me because he is actually inside of me, pushing his self to me… But, he doesn’t know anything about me.  How can he really own me after all?”. 

I guess I really love how I always trapped them, and I make them believe that I am theirs.  But in fact what really happened it’s that I always know how to trap them in my own web.  I always make them to do what I want them to do.  So, while I had him on top, sweating and moaning, squeezing me with pleasure, I couldn’t help to say in my mind:  “Don’t take it personal, King.  You can call me Honey, but you’re no damn good for me”.