Wine and Heat

Francis

I drove carefully since I got someone to accompany me. It's the shortest ride I had ever been in my life and I enjoy every millisecond of it. I can't believe that she's now hugging me from behind, holding on to me tight and I can feel her breathing to me and her chin is over my shoulder.

It just felt so damn right.

It was outside Global City and I'm glad that there's not much traffic. We got to my house and the gate was open by the night shift security guard. I park it just right in front of the main door. I offered my hand to her as she climbed down. I removed my helmet and kicked the stand of the motorbike. I took the helmet from her and just put it there.

"Wow, you got a very nice house." She mumbled.

"Yeah," I grinned. I just hoped that she liked the house. I could give it to her… when we get married. Wait! Why am I even thinking about marriage?

It’s so dumb of me to feel so irrational around her. But, marriage is a big word and to Natalie, she’s someone whom you could marry.

"You live alone?"

"I'm with three maids."

"Have you slept in one of them?" She asked.

I laugh at her question.

"Natalie, I don't sleep with my employees."

She pouted with nods. “Sorry for asking.”

"It’s alright. You knew me as a Casanova anyway. Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving." She rubbed her stomach.

"Come on," I took her hand and I pull my phone from my pocket as I unlock the house. I opened the door for her, and she went in. "You drank alcohol, yet you haven't eaten your dinner?"

"I ate dinner, I just don't have an appetite until I get tired of dancing." I lock the door and check other security facilities. We directly went to the kitchen as I opened the fridge.

"Does dancing tire you that much?"

"Do you think my job is just sitting and keep clicking on the keyboard?"

"It's also tiring, using your mind, and getting stressed for all of those things." I pick the fried chicken and heat it in the microwave oven. I search for other foods, lots of raw foods and I don't know how to do these kinds of stuff.

"You don't know how to cook?" She asked.

"I only know a few basics."

She rummaged on the fridge. Her back was flawless and as she bent out her heart-shaped ass was making me aroused. I shifted uncomfortably and cleared my throat.

"I'll fetch the wines," I said as an excuse to calm myself.

I went to the wine cellar located on the underground floor and picked the wines from a special cabinet that has a label of 'processing.' Since I am the leader of inventing new flavors and mixtures, I wanted her to taste these wines that I make. I got out to smell very famishing food. Just like the way Zac's wife cooks. It's very famishing.

I settled the box of wines on the countertop and watched her flip the pancakes that she's making. It seemed easy. I took the box and read the 'just add water;' stupid of me. While she's making pancakes, she put a few pieces of chicken on the deep fry.

She finished the whole bowl and put it in front of me and then served the fried chicken. Then we started eating on the counter table. She looked like a monster eating but I like the way she ate without any grace. It looked sexy to me.

"It's delicious."

She tittered at me.

"It's just a pancake. Just add water."

"Yeah, it is." I squeeze the honey on top as we share the same plate. "What time is your shift tomorrow?"

"Why?" she asked playfully. I shrugged.

"If only you are free tomorrow, I could bring you for our camping."

"Sorry, Casanova, but this woman is busy making a living."

"I know, right?"

After we were all finished eating, we went to my living room and started tasting each wine after drinking water with lemon. She tasted the first one that I made, in the name of Honey Red.

"It tastes of honey and sweet grapes with strawberries."

"I know that I didn't choose the wrong person. It is. I put ten percent alcohol in it and increased the honey. I also fermented the strawberries" She finished the whole of it and drank another of it. I took another standard glass of wine. And pour her the third thing.

We tossed and sipped on it. She smelled and sipped on it and then swallowed. I watch everything that she does. Every detail from sipping on the mouth of the glass, lifting it a little, and sniffing on it. Taste it and swallow it. Everything was very much attractive.

She got everything and she started talking about where to partner each drink. Like I had in mind she's good at this. My cock got harder and harder every time she licked her lips and I must drink to that. And now we aren't talking about wines, but sex. She told me everything I must know and every detail I must know about this man.

“I said that sex wasn’t good.” She said, sounding drunk.

From her description, her ex got average manhood, a little bit smaller, he's taller but I'm inching taller since I am six-footer. Then he got four packs of abdominal then they had sex and a very little foreplay, and she didn't get any orgasm. It wasn't what she was expecting. It wasn't thrilling. She was so disappointed in him.

"I could give you a thrill," I told her. She giggled and sipped on her wine.

"I know. Pleasuring women is your expertise in life." She commented which is quite true.

"I could be a good lover." I offered as I moved a little close to her.

"I know you could. But you are more than hoping for another." she looked drunk. I poured myself another and did for her.

"I don't love those women, that's why I'm hoping for another and then to another." she crawled to me and flick my forehead.

"Take me to the bathroom." I take her to the bathroom.

To my bathroom room located in my bedroom and let her take her time there. She got out all groggy and probably drunk from all those wines that she tasted. Different percent on each wine, red and white. Plus, she mixed it up and got drunk.

She fell into my arms and chest as I pulled her up since she's just on my chest level.

"Hey, there tower." She muttered.

"I'm no tower." She jumped on me and wrapped her arms around my nape and on my waist. Now, my cock can't take any of it. I didn't think twice about kissing her mouth, fucking it as I can with mine. Until I heard her moan, her fingers dug into my scalp.

Yes, I could feel my whole body responding to her touch. I wanted to shove it to her deep until she screamed. But, I mustn’t disappoint her. She needs her orgasm.

"I can't hold myself anymore," I murmur to her mouth and kiss her again passionately.

I walk to my bed and let us fall on there, as I grind my crotch between her legs. I reach her hair and remove that crazy bun of hers. It falls so soft and smooth. So fragrant.

"Fuck me." She said crisply that turned me on more.

"I will," I promised as I kissed her face.