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Later, when we’re waiting for the food to come, he tells me how Jose’s younger brother was a patient of his. He doesn’t go into details - that would be unprofessional - only that he spent a lot of time with the family and they formed a strong bond that has lasted for years.
“I bet you take all your dates here.”
His face darkens. “This place is special to me.” He squeezes my hand and looks me in the eye. “That’s why I brought you here. Well, that and because the food is orgasmic.”
“Orgasmic?” I raise an eyebrow.
“First the food orgasm,” he purrs. “Then… later, the real thing.”
I try to say something, but for once I’m speechless.
I’ve been dreaming about what it would be like to be with Caleb… physically, ever since I met him. But only now does it dawn on me that after the meal, we’ll be leaving together. Alone. Nothing and nobody to interrupt us.
Suddenly, I’m a bundle of nerves.
What if I’m not good enough? What if the chemistry isn’t there?
But before I can work myself up into an anxiety-ridden frenzy, our table is being filled up with plates and plates of colorful, delicious-looking dishes.
“Here’s to us,” Caleb says, clinking his glass against mine.
“To us.”
The rest of the meal goes by in a blur.
The food really is delicious. Like nothing I’ve ever eaten before. At one point a real-life mariachi band comes to our table and sings a love ballad. Slow and tender and passionate. Caleb and I look across the table. I run my foot up the inside of his leg as the sweet, sultry sounds of love emanate from the singer's heart.
Caleb tries to pay the bill but Jose and his father wave him off. Instead, we leave a big, fat tip and head back into the parking lot.
It’s much later than I thought, and when I look down at my watch I’m surprised to see we were in the restaurant for over three hours.
“Now where?” I ask, locking my arm in his and resting my head on his shoulder.
“Now I’m taking you home,” he growls, kissing the side of my face. His hands slip around my waist and gently strokes my ass. “For dessert.”
It turns out he only lives around the corner from the restaurant, which was probably another reason for him choosing to go there. But, it’s not like I’m complaining.
We burst through the doors, kissing and grinding against each other like a couple of horny teenagers.
He picks me up over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom like a caveman. Lightly spanking my ass as he walks through his house, telling me how sexy I am and all the things he wants to do to my body.
Laying me down on the bed, he climbs on top of me and kisses me gently. Then he pushes up my dress and buries his face between my legs.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with a man, and the shock of his lips on my pussy almost makes me cum.
My stomach quivers and all the air rushes out my lungs.
He plays me like a fiddle.
Stroking my entrance with his lips and fingering me with his long, thick fingers.
I cum all over his face. Even after I’m finished, he keeps licking up my juices.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, stroking my pussy with his tongue.
Then I make him stand in front of me. I watch him as he takes off his clothes. Admiring his athletic body, and running my fingers through his silvery-black chest hair.
“Damn!” I say, when he pulls off his trousers.
