Edwin gestured to the tray. “We were unsure of what type of caviar you would prefer, Ms. Walsh. So, we included all in our supply.”
“Oh. Thank you so much.” I widened my eyes at the all the different piles. “I would have been happy with any caviar.”
“That’s not good enough for you.” Dima let go of me.
I walked around him and went to the table.
Edwin cleared his throat and gestured to the right side of the huge tray. “Here, we have Siberian Sturgeon Malossol, Osetra Malossol, and Kaluga Imperial caviar.”
Dima watched me and licked his lips, triggering my pussy to wet more. And even worse, I couldn’t take my gaze away from him.
“On this side we have Iranian Beluga caviar next to—”
“Edwin, we have it.” Dima kept his wicked gaze my way. “Thank you. Let the staff know that they’re no longer needed until after we’re done eating.”
Edwin bowed. “Yes, sir.”
Any other time, my stomach would have grumbled with excitement. Instead, my pussy still had full command of my mind. After Dima’s tongue, I yearned for more.
“My staff keeps saving you.” He guided me over to my seat and pulled it out. “However, once we eat, there will be no more interruptions.”
I lowered to my seat at the corner of the table. “Is that a promise?”
“It is.” He sat down and traced his finger along the top of his champagne glass. “Your pussy tasted so damn good.”
I blushed.
More of his staff rushed out and placed more items down.
Dima leaned my way and lowered his voice. “Did you enjoy cuming in my mouth?”
“Yes.” I bit my bottom lip.
The staff left.
Neither of us, looked at our plates.
I stared into those sexy blue eyes. “The food smells good.”
“Yet, you’re not eating.” He held a smug smile.
“I’m not hungry for food.”
“Hmmm. I definitely know that feeling.”
“You do?”
“Oh, yes. However, you should definitely eat something. I plan to have you in my bed for several days. You’ll need the sustenance.”
With a wicked smile, I picked up a lobster claw and a silver cracker.
Dima watched.
Still gazing at him, I cracked the thickest portion of the claw, removed the shell, and revealed the thick length of meat. I wiggled it in front of my mouth.
The line of his jaw twitched.
“This looks so yummy.”
“Then, you should put it in your mouth.”
Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of it.
Dima groaned.
Inch by inch, I sucked the meat into my mouth.
Those blue eyes went dark with lust.
When I finally ate and swallowed the lobster, I picked up an oyster and shamelessly slurped the flesh into my mouth.
A low grunt left him.
When I swallowed the oyster, I lapped at the shell and set it down.
“I love the way you eat.” He dipped his finger in the center of a big souffle on his plate. Inch by inch, the digit disappeared into the warm creaminess.
My pussy jerked.
I rubbed my thighs together.
“However. . .” He pulled the finger all the way out and licked the creamy mixture away. “If you keep eating that way, I’m going to take my cock out and put it in your mouth.”
My nipples stiffened. “You do know that you have silverware.”
“Is that right?” Dima watched me with a searing intensity. He gathered more of the souffle with his finger and licked it off.
A shiver of desire ran through me.
I picked up another oyster. Instead of feeding myself, I leaned his way and placed it on his lips. “You should get your nutrients too.”
Smirking, he slurped up the oyster. Before I could move away the shell, he kissed my hand.
I set the shell down.
He moved our plates to the side.
I eyed him with curiosity.
He pulled over the large platter of caviar. “Close your eyes.”
Mesmerized with him, I did as he ordered.
Darkness served as my view. The cool ocean air tickled my skin.
His voice held a seductive tone. “Lean back in your chair.”
Excitement flowed through me.
“Rose.”
Swallowing, I leaned back.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
My heartbeats picked up as I obliged.
He placed tiny soft pearls along my tongue.
I closed my mouth and bit down on the soft pearls. A sour-tart juice exploded in my mouth. I swallowed in pure delight. “Yes! What’s that? It was so delicious.”
“That was caviar limes.”
“Now, I see what the craze is about.”
He pushed away the bottom of my skirt and landed kisses on my knee. His breath warmed my skin. He kissed the curve of my neck.
I shuddered under his touch.
He slipped his hands up the sides of my body, so soft and slow.
Getting excited, I began to open my eyes.
“No.”
Pouting, I closed them. “I like seeing you.”
“I like playing with you.”
“Oh really?” I spread my legs wide open, wishing I could see the expression on his face.
He grunted. “You’re so fucking naughty.”
“You’re so bad.”
“I am.” He brushed his fingertips over my panties.