Chris held a fork of pasta close to her mouth, urging her to take a bite. He watched her lips part and lightly bite at it. Something about the notion of feeding her and watching her eat was erotic, the tension between the two increased with each bite, as she moaned to the flavors of the food.
When she was finally done, she placed her hand on his knee, her fingers lurking close to the part of Chris that was affected the most by her. A smile played on her lips as she knowingly took another sip of her wine, her eyes never looking at him.
“Dessert?” Chris asked. His voice a few tones deeper from his own arousal at watching her eat.
Chris never knew dinner to be form of foreplay, yet here he was aroused by the simple act of eating. Every so often the goddess would lean in closer and say th
