Running High

Her smile was rueful as she thought to herself that she had been content to spend the time alone until recently and still wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Thankfully, her time spent behind the bar made opening the bottle a cinch as opposed to the first time she had tried, and she almost started giggling at the memory of nearly hitting her trainer in the face with a wayward cork.
 
Checking the risotto one last time, he judged that the rice dish was ready and then checked the chicken, which also appeared ready. "Wine glasses are to the right of the sink." He grinned like a madman as he quipped, "If you need a boost to get to them let me know."

Grabbing plates from the cabinet left of the sink he began portioning out the meal for the two of them.
 
Shaking her head at his teasing, she walked over to the cabinet in question and opened it up. Thankfully, the glasses were within reaching distance, although the idea of his hands cupping her bottom left her breathless. Shaking her head to clear the image from her mind, she placed the glasses on the table and went back for the bottle.
 
JC placed the plates on the table then fetched flatware for them. He handed Nicole a fork and knife with a "Bon Appetite. "

He cut off a piece of chicken and chewed it while watching Nicole's reaction when she ate a bite.
 
Pouring the wine, she took care to only pour herself a half a glass. After their last date, she didn't want to lose her senses. By the time she had poured his wine, JC had delivered their dinner and had wandered away to get silverware.

Sitting down, she sniffed appreciately above her plate, suddenly hungry. She smiled her thanks as he handed her a fork and knife, and waited for him to sit down before cutting a small forkful. She placed it in her mouth and chewed slowly, conscious of his stare.

Swallowing, she declared with a grin, "Very tasty... You'll make some woman a good wife some day..."
 
JC snorted, "Nah, I can't clean. I use part of my allowance to have someone come out twice a week to tidy up."

He ate his dinner watching Nicole and chatting with her. When he refilled his glass, he made a silent, half-hearted offer to her hoping she would turn it down. When she did, he smiled and nodded.

He gave her a half grin and said, "Though if I cook, it is only fair that you do dishes, right?"
 
Nicole rolled her eyes at his announcement that he couldn't clean. She supposed she wasn't surprised to hear that he had someone come in and clean periodically, a practice she saw becoming more and more mainstream. Personally, she preferred to do her own cleaning, finding something soothing in the repetitive, almost mindless tasks, and said as much to JC.

Dinner was over before she knew it, and she was pleasantly surprised how natural it had seemed. Of course she was fairly certain there was nothing JC couldn't talk about, nor a soul he couldn't talk to, but she was still a bit bemused that she hadn't frozen up. Well except when he offered more wine... A small frown appeared momentarily as she remembered how tempted she had been to have some more wine, but she had quickly refused, afraid there'd be a repeat of the other night.

Though if I cook, it is only fair that you do dishes, right?

She nodded, thinking it was only fair, as that was typically the rule between Malinda and herself, whoever cooked got out of cleanup. Returning his grin, she teased, "Of course... And unlike some people, I'm not afraid to get dirty." As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how they could be misconstrued and hastily added, "Doing housework... dishes... and the like."
 
JC grinned like a lecherous loon at Nicole's initial comment and then smiled bigger as she tried to modify it into something less.... fun.

Still he said, "Perfect, you are hired. I will cook and you clean."

He helped her clear the table the leaned against the counter watching her ass as she looked for dish soap. Her body flowed easily, almost magically as she swayed back and forth.

Nicole looked back and gave JC a look and he grinned, "Just thinking I should have had you do dishes after breakfast. "
 
Flushing at the grin that crossed his face and had her squirming in her chair, Nicole could have kissed JC for not making a big deal out of her poorly chosen words and instead being teased her about being hired. She was going to have to be more careful in the future lest run the risk of sporting a permanent blush.

They cleared the table in silence, although it wasn't the awkward type she was so used to with people outside of her few friends and family. This silence was almost... companionable, which was strange considering how long they had known each other.

Stopping up the sink and setting the water to a temperature that would be hot enough for cleaning, but not so hot as to burn, she looked around for the dish soap. Not seeing any on the counter top, she bent over to peek under the sink. Spotting the soap behind a large box of garbage bags, she stretched forward to grab it, and almost hit her head as she was straightening up.

Turning around to tell JC he should rethink where he put his soap, she realized that she must have given him quite an eyeful as she bent over to look under the sink and shot him a scolding look. The grin that crossed his face was like an unrepentant school kid, and she turned back towards the sink just as he started to speak.

Just thinking I should have had you do dishes after breakfast.

Shaking her head, pretty sure that wasn't the first thing he was going to say, she squirted some soap into the sink and watched as it quickly bubbled up. Picking up the dishcloth, she swirled it around the sudsy solution before running it across the dinner plates.

"Yes, that would have been the fair thing to do," she ended up saying in a careful voice, telling herself she couldn't offer to make it up when she wasn't sure she'd be spending the night again.
 
JC sipped at the wine while Nicole worked diligently at the dishes. His eyes running laps from her pert, tight ass up her back to appreciate, or leer, at the sides of her heavy tits as they swayed gently. It was mesmerizing really. Her hair was long enough to provide some cover for her breasts which made it all the more titillating.

As the last dish hit the rack he jumped down and walked to her hunger in his eyes and loins alike. He spun her around and kissed her deeply.

After the long kiss tapered off he whispered across her lips, "Who knew that dish washing was beautiful and sexy."
 
Malinda had always kidded Nicole that she had a servant's soul, but there really was something that relaxed her when she washed dishes, or vacuumed, or folded clothes. Her mind was able to disconnect as her hands went automatically about whatever chore she needed to do, and washing dishes for JC was no different.

Humming under her breath, she scrubbed the silverware, rinsed it and then placed it in the drying rack before turning her attention to the last dish. She was vaguely aware that JC was still in the area, but since he was quiet, she saw no reason to disturb him.

No sooner had she placed it with the rest of the dinnerware, then she was spun around and kissed senseless, and surely it was until senseless as she held on to his shirt with hands that were still wet from her cleaning. She knew she should let go, but was afraid if she did that she'd puddle to the floor under the effects of the kiss.

Who knew that dish washing was beautiful and sexy.

Nicole smiled as she answered in an equally soft voice, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd use any excuse to kiss me" and then blushed at her bold words.
 
JC smiled and said, "Well if I don't need one..."

His mouth found hers again. He poured every pounce of affection and lust he felt toward Nicole in the kiss. His mouth caressed hers as his tongue slid in to dance with her tongue. His left hand rose to the nape of her neck and tilted her head slightly for optimal kissing angle.

His right hand, ever the naughty hand, slid down her back and over her pert ass. He cupped her ass cheek like he had done it a hundred thousand times before and pulled her tight against him. His raging hard on was pinned between them and he moaned into the kiss.

The kiss didn't end, barely slowed down as he whispered into her "I am so glad I don't have to have a reason to kiss you."
 
Nicole was pretty sure she moaned when his lips claimed hers again, and if she didn't do it then, surely she did when his tongue found its way in to slide teasingly against hers, or at the very least when he cupped her bottom and lifted her up against his hardness. Her hands clenched at the material of his shirt as her legs threatened to buckle over the sheer exoticism of both the kiss and embrace.

I am so glad I don't have to have a reason to kiss you.

Struggling to catch her breath and regain her senses, she stammered, "Y-y-yessssss... um, n-n-noooooo? I mean... I-I-I was only kidding..."
 
His eyes glistened as he whispered, "Did you say something after 'Y-y-yessssss...; if so I missed it."

He kissed her again, his tongue dancing inside her mouth and his ever so naughty right hand, having found no resistance to its movement so far, squeezed her ass again. His fore and middle finger found their way under the hem of her shorts and he could feel the nuclear reactor that was her core.

His forefinger brushed along her panties and he felt the wetness that was between her legs. As she shivered in his arm, he moaned into her mouth and pressed his cock and finger at the same time, wishing against all hope that his cock was the part of him pressing against her womanhood.

Breaking the kiss, JC kissed and nibbled his way down her neck and followed the collar of her tee shirt to the other side, where he began all over again.

The hand that had been holding her head in place decided that the right hand should not have all the fun, and it trailed down her shoulder and arm, then back up her torso until it was wrapped around one of her glorious tits, squeezing it while the thumb swiped back and forth across her nipple.
 
Did you say something after 'Y-y-yessssss...; if so I missed it.

Goodness there was something sinful in his voice as he whispered against her lips, sinful and oh so inviting, and Nicole couldn't stop the sigh of longing that escaped when his lips claimed hers again, his tongue sweeping any thought of resistance away as it coaxed hers to move in tandem.

While it felt strange to have JC handle her backside so familiarly, it also felt equally right at the same time, which made absolutely no sense. She really shouldn't allow such liberties when they barely knew each other, but he also seemed to know exactly where she yearned to be touched before she herself seemed to. God, she didn't want to think about that... Wanted only to feel, to explore these new sensations, if only for a little longer.

She gasped when his fingers burrowed under her shorts and felt him trace along the outline of her labia, and a shiver ran the course of her body that felt like it was 7.6 on the Richter scale. She ended up shivering again when he moaned against her lips, clearly recognizing her response to him, and she had to clutch at his shoulders when he pressed against her again.

A little whimper of protest escaped when he broke off the kiss, but it quickly turned into soft murmurs as he nibbled his way down one side and up the other side of her neck. Her fingers flexed in the material of his shirt, never having realized how sensitive her neck was, and she subconsciously tilted her neck in response.

She was vaguely aware of his hand gliding over her shoulder and arm, but her attention was riveted on the other hand slowly and insistently tracing the edge of her panties as if deciding whether or not to probe inside. She really should stop this, but it felt so gloriously wonderful and excitedly scary at the same, leaving her feeling more alive than she had felt in ages.

Startled when he grabbed hold of her breast, holding it firmly enough to draw out another gasp, but not too hard as to be painful. Her eyes shot open as his thumb drew little circles over her hard nipple.

"JC... w-w-wait... please....," she protested.

Her words trailed off as she struggled with what she wanted to say. I what? I want you to stop? I want you to just kiss me? I want you...?

Thankfully, he had stopped the minute she spoke, one hand encircling her breast, the one still tucked under her shorts. She looked up at him, a flood of emotion crossing her face.
 
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JC looked at Nicole for less than a second. He saw longing and fear there. It was the heat and longing he chose to pay heed to. His mouth claimed her mouth again. This kiss was full of pure heat again. His tongue darted in past her slightly parted lips.

His hands slipped from their positions to her hips and he gently lift her up and placed her on the counter. He parted her legs allowing him to press his hardness fully against her wet welcoming core.

He continued the kiss as he ground the head of his cock along her slit. He kissed down her chin to her neck. Just slightly off center he nibbled on her neck, using his tongue to stimulate her skin as he did so. A hand wrapped around her, and he massaged her ass and felt her body react again as Nicole moaned and sighed. He began sucking on her neck where he had been nibbling, and after a couple seconds tasted the coppery taste in his mouth as the hickey began to take form on her slender neck.

He had expected some form of resistance from her. Instead she moaned even louder and her hand cupped the back of his neck. Encouraged, he continued sucking and nibbling on her neck, feeding off her as if he were a vampire. He body began to quiver next to him and JC moaned heatedly.
 
Nicole wasn't sure what JC thought of her fractured comment, but apparently he recognized that she wasn't going to say anything else for he quickly swooped back in for a kiss that nearly melted her clothes off. She forgot they were standing in his kitchen as he deepened the kiss, silently encouraging her to open her mouth wider.

She gasped into his mouth when she felt herself carefully lifted up and placed on the counter. Her shorts offered her little protection against the cool formica, but she was pretty sure the shivers that soon coursed through her body was less from the temperature differences and more from the way JC nestled between her legs, making her all too aware of how much she wanted to do things she really had no business wanting to do with someone she hadn't known for very long.

Eyes closed, she felt, rather than saw, him slowly trail seductive kisses from her mouth to her chin and finally to her neck. Between the way his hips kept his erection pressed so deliciously against her and the soft, wet kisses on her neck, she was glad she was no longer standing or her legs surely would've buckled under the pleasure when left her sighing with the occasional soft moan.

At some point the nibbles turned into something stronger, leaving Nicole shifting in her spot at the strangeness. Jason had never done anything like this, and it felt... it felt... Oh god, it felt so good.

Moaning, she raised her hand, trailing it along his back until it reached his neck and without realizing it, pressed him harder against her neck. That seemed to make him suck even harder, and she was shocked by how intensely it seemed to reverberate through her entire body.
 
JC reveled in the feel of Nicole's body writhing next to him, because of him. Her tits were mashed against his chest and he had a strong longing to feel them, to kiss them, to nibble on them, and whatever else he could imagine with them.

Leaving the spot where he had been showing so much attention, JC kissed down across the neckline of her tee shirt. His breath was labored, heated, and as he kissed down toward her nipple sent ripples of Hot Air across her.

JC didn't slow down. He didn't look up for confirmation. His mouth kissed around her heavy tit, skipping her nipple and lift her heavy tit with his mouth.

His hands grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He latched onto her nipple through her bra, trying to suck it through the material. His hands traveled across her skin lightly until he could reach the four hooks that held the bra together on her spine. One deft move with his left hand and the bra sprang open.
 
Every time JC suckled on her neck, Nicole felt a shiver of excitement race down her spine. Every brush of his lips wrung a gasp of delight. Every nudge of his erection against her elicited a soft moan until she was wasn't sure if she was coming or going.

At some point, she must have moved closer because she found herself with her legs wrapped around his waist as if trying to draw him even closer, which only caused her to moan louder. She should have been mortified by her behavior as she wiggled against him, but it felt too good and the deep noises he was making indicated he was feeling the same way.

It was the deep appreciative murmurs that kept Nicole from offering even the slightest of protests when JC wrestled her tee shirt off in a move that was shocking and arousing at the same time. She would have giggled at the way he attacked her nipple though her bra if it hadn't sent shivers of excitement wracking her petite frame, and they only grew stronger when she felt him undo her bra.
 
JC's mouth was attached firmly to Nicole's left breast. He opened his mouth long enough to throw her bra aside, not caring where it landed. Once his mouth latched onto her tit again, he nibbled, locked and kissed his way around it twice before settling on her nipple. His mouth distended her areola holding her firmly between his teeth as his tongue flicked across her hard nub. About the diameter and length of a cigarette butt, he wrapped his tongue around it and flicked it several times.

His left hand found her other breast and he was massaging it, avoiding her nipple altogether, he concentrated on the under side of her massive mammary.

No tit tasted this good, ever. He was convinced. She must have felt something similar for he was vaguely aware that her vagina was so hit it threatened to melt their clothes away.

He bit down harder on the nipple in his mouth and moaned again at the soft firmness he felt.
 
Looking down, Nicole wasn't sure if she had ever seen something as erotic as JC feasting on her breast. She watched in fascination as he completed two very wet circuits before latching once more on her nipple, and then he stretched it. Her hips bucked forward twice as she was left wondering how her nipples were tied to them.

Between the way his teeth were tormenting her left nipple and the way his fingers were massaging her other breast, Nicole was hard pressed not to puddle right then and there on the counter. As it was, it was getting close as their groins continued to bump and grind.

And then he had to bite down on her nipple again, which caused her arms to lock up and her legs to clamp down hard on his waist as the one last quiver of excitement became too hard to withstand. She rocked against his body until the orgasm receded, until the waves of embarrassment started swamping her.
 
JC continued sucking on her breast through her orgasm. He nipped at her nipple trying to extend it as long as possible. As she settled down he kissed up her breast to her neck up to her chin then mouth.

He kissed her deeply and whispered, "Lift."

As she did he pulled her shorts down off her hips and tossed them away. His mouth began moving again working down the other side of her neck. Wetly he worked to the hollow of neck where he sucked and nibbled at her while his hands worked up her thighs slowly.
 
Struggling to catch her breath, Nicole whimpered softly when JC released her nipple, which seemed to throb in the cool air. She moved against him restlessly as his lips made the slow, teasing climb to her lips where he kissed her so passionately she thought she'd cum again from the kiss alone.

Lift.

She wasn't sure if he actually whispered the soft command against her lips or she imagined it, but either way she found herself slowly loosening her thighs from where they were clamped around his waist, placing her hands on the counter and pushing herself up.

Whether he said it or not, JC took advantage of the moment and divested her of her shorts so quickly she didn't have time to second guess herself. She pressed her thighs together to keep them from shaking as he lavished wet kisses along the slope of her neck. Her breathing quickened as she felt those odd little tugs deep within again, and it grew faster as his hands slid up her thighs.
 
JC latched onto the nipple he had ignored previously. he nipped at it almost immediately and then tried to swallow her entire tit into his mouth.

His hands played along her thighs; upbdow, in and out. But by bit her legs spread open until he could step into them and settle tight against her crotch. He heat baked his penis through his shorts and underwear.

He moaned into the tit he was sucking on then bit it firmly.

His mouth kissed to the valley between her mountains and then up to her mouth, leaving another trail of saliva behind.

As he kissed her, JC lifted Nicole from the counter and turned, carrying her out of the kitchen.
 
Nicole's head dropped backward when JC finally suckled her other nipple, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter so hard they ached. She half-moaned, half-giggled when his sharp teeth caught her sensitive tip between them before he tried to suck her entire breast into his mouth.

His hands were warm and soothing as he stroked her thighs in random, lazy caresses. Up and down, in and out, over and over his palm and fingers trailed across her skin until it seemed perfectly natural for her thighs to open under the subtle pressure of his fingers.

She whimpered when he pressed against her mound, although fear was the furthest from her mind despite the knowledge that there was so very little material between them. It was a bit shocking to realize that she wished there was nothing between them... That she wanted to feel him inside her.

Melting against him when he once more claimed her lips, Nicole threaded her arms around his neck to pull him even closer, only vaguely aware of him picking her up and carrying her out of the kitchen.
 
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