3

Francis

I drove carefully since I got someone accompanied 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 me tight and I can feel her breathing to me and her chin is over my shoulder.

It was outside the Global City and I'm glad that there's not much traffic. We get 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 offer my hand to her as she climbed down. I remove 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."

"I did."

"You live alone?"

"I'm with three maids."

"Have you slept one of them?"

I laugh at her question.

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

She pouted with nods.

"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 open 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 open 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 get stressed for all of those things." I pick the fried chicken and heat it on 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 is flawless and as she bent out her heart-shaped ass was making me aroused.

"I'll fetch the wines."

I went on the wine cellar downstairs and pick 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 cooking. It's very famishing.

I settled the box of wines on the countertop and watch her flip that 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 chickens. 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 are 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 make, 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 of it there, increased the honey." 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 toss 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 sniff 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.

He got average manhood, he's quite 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 is expecting. It wasn't thrilling.

"I could give you a thrill," I told her. She giggles.

"I know. The pleasuring woman is your expertise in life."

"I could be a good lover."

"I know you could. But you are more of hopping to another." she looked drunk. I pour myself another and did for her.

"I don't love those women, that's why I'm hoping to 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 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.

She fell into my arms and chest as I pull 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 of kissing her mouth fucking it as I can with mine. Until I heard her moan, her fingers dig into my scalp.

"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."

"I will," I promised.