The Proposition - Completed

Part 12

"So what do you fancy?" He asked as he opened the fridge and studies it's contents.

"Hmmmm" I answered lazily, not really caring what we ate.

"Jen, you need to tell me what you want" he scalded as I nodded tiredly at him. "We aren't doing ANYTHING until you've eaten!"

"I'll have a sandwich please." I suggested, thinking of the quickest thing to make that I could.

"No, you need to eat something proper. I watched you yesterday and apart from a couple of mouthfuls of veg you didn't eat anything." He had closed the fridge and was staring judgementally at me.

"Chill out" I began "I eat plenty, I'm just a fussy eater, I'm sure it was delicious but there was no way I could stomach salmon and mash, sorry." I explained

"So why didn't you have dessert then?" He questioned.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, incredulously raising my voice louder than I had intended. "Firstly I don't like apple pie or custard and secondly, even if I had been starving there was no way THAT WOMAN would have let me have pudding when I hadn't eaten all my dinner." I didn't even try to hide the disgust from my face.

"Last night was awful wasn't it, I'm so sorry." He apologised, coming over to kiss me lightly on the cheek. "But you still need to eat tonight." He pointed out.

"If you were truly sorry you'd let me have a sandwich and be done with it." I amended letting my hands roam gently over his bare chest, looking imploringly at him. He shook his head, but not in a 'oh I give up' kind of way, more in a 'not a chance' way.

"Let's order a pizza" I suggested, a win win I thought as he'd be happy I was eating and I'd be happy as he wouldn't be sidetracked in the kitchen all night. "I don't like olives, anchovies, ham or pineapple, but anything else I can cope with." I added before he could change his mind.

He nodded his head and searched through the notice board at the far end of the kitchen for a menu. Whilst he busied himself ordering I got two bottles of beer out the fridge and opening them. Handing him one whilst I sought out a glass for mine.

"They said it'll be about half an hour." He added as he joined me at the kitchen table.

"Really?" I answered with mock disappointment. "Well what are we going to do until then?" I tried to hide my grin behind the bottle I had taken a little sip from.

"Hmmmm, I have no idea?" He replied grinning.

"Perhaps we should see what's on the TV?" I suggested standing from my chair, before I had the chance to make even one step his hands had snaked around my waist and I was hauled into his lap.

"Well we could" he began "Unless you can think of something you'd rather do." His hands moved from my waist to my thighs and slowly began moving up my legs slipping under the ends of his crisp, white shirt.

"Ooh now I'll have to think" I pondered as I slowly undid the first button on the shirt, just revealing the first signs of my cleavage.

"I think you need to think some more" he suggested before he gently started kissing my ear and moving ever so slowly down my neck. I obliged, opening the next two buttons within seconds of each other.

With one hand now tracing patterns between my legs his other reached up and cupped my left breast. Letting his thumb brush against my nipple, elongating it. I leaned back so his mouth could easily move from my neck to my now exposed left breast. His tongue glided over the hardened peak before circling my areola expertly. I groaned languidly as the sensation from his mouth and hand washed over me. His hand again found my left breast as his mouth moved to my right and the same slow, sensual onslaught began. He slowly pushed his finger inside me as his mouth opened and encompassed my breast sucking hard. With his other hand kneading my left breast I could feel a familiar buzz building inside me.