Le Appetite - Part 11

Saturday at 04:27 PM

The walk back to his 3rd street apartment was short enough that "G" had very little time to think. But just enough for one question to linger the longest in the back of her mind....

“Why not?”, he was a beautiful man, strong cheek bones and dark intelligent eyes, which she found contradicted his goofy nature.
Just moments after entering he'd sat her down to wait for coffee. The same couch? The same couch they had just hooked up on, not even 24hrs ago. Suddenly time had meaning again.

"Here, it's a little hot…", he handed her a warm mug, softly nestling it into her hands.

Was he thinking about how weirdly puffy her eyes had gotten from all the crying or her sniffing, runny nose? Who was she was she even becoming around this man, she wondered. Steven lifted her chin upward ever so slightly.

In the moments that followed he'd kiss her forehead and say, "You’re so beautiful when you cry…”

And Geneva laughed, still a little broken. But she wanted more.

Steven's accompanying laugh felt slightly stiff, like he was unsure of what he was about to say.
"Listen G..”, he said running his fingers through her soft curly hair.

"There's something I wanna try with you...” G smiled at him, eyes big and still slightly red.

"Like what?” she said, wondering what his mind might be up to next. His unpredictability seemed to keep her endlessly entranced. Was this really the same man who'd stuck straws up his nose in an attempt to take her laugh or was he some secret genius, Adept at coaxing women like her out of their shells… would he, in fact, gobble her up?

Only in the next moment as he kissed her again, could she decide. He was just Steven. Compelling, strange, and enticing.

His lips tasted sweet like honey as he drove his tongue into her mouth. In the next moment her clothes were off again as
he trailed his fingers along her thighs. Turning her around, he spoke sweetly into her ear...

"I just want to help you relax...", taking a handful of her hair into his fist, he began slowly to pull her head back and kiss her neck.
Suddenly she was gasping for air as he spanked her ass for the first time. The sting unleashing something deep inside her as she purred
with excitement.
“again princess?” He asked with an air of confidence.
"Again...”, She answered...

With every kiss on her neck came a new tender smack on her ass.

Did he understand what he was doing to her?
And Steven silently wondered the same.

The smacks grew harder with each round and her ass began to burn.
The sore spot a brutal reminder of his expression...