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    “Of
course.   My mother is Italian.   She taught
me how to cook just about anything.   I
enjoy doing it.”   The look of surprise on Elizabeth ’s
face made him chuckle.   “Why do you seem
so surprised?”  
    “I just don’t know
many men that know how to cook, let alone enjoy it,” she said with a shy
smile.   God, she was adorable!   They
entered his fully decked-out Tuscan-style kitchen.   “Wow!   No wonder you like to cook.   This
kitchen is amazing!”
    “Thanks,” John
said.   “I designed it myself.   My mom likes to come over and cook with me
sometimes, so I wanted something we could both enjoy.”   Elizabeth ’s
face softened at the mention of him spending time with his mom.   He leaned in and kissed her softly on the
forehead before grabbing an oven mitt from a drawer and pulling the glass
casserole dish out of the oven.   He set
the dish on the counter and grabbed two plates from a cupboard.   The smell of veal scaloppini wafted through
the kitchen.
    “Mmmm,” she
moaned.   “Smells
delicious.”
    “I assure you, it
is not as delicious as you, Elizabeth, but it will be good,” he said, winking
at her.   John loved to see her flush
every time he complimented her.   Color
looked good on her.   “Would you like a
glass of white wine?”
    “That would be
lovely,” Elizabeth replied.   “Can I help with anything?”
    “No,” he said,
walking over to the wine fridge and pulling out a bottle of Sauvignon blanc .   “Sit,
please.   This is my house.   And you are my guest.”   He pointed to the small glass table in the
breakfast nook.   He watched as she slid
onto a cushioned chair and sat cross-legged.   He could definitely get used to having her around.  
    He plated their
food and poured two glasses of wine.   Placing her plate and wine in front of her, he pulled the other chair
next to her and sat down with his own food.   Eagerly, they began to eat their meals.
    “God, this is
amazing,” she said, biting into a piece of veal.   Her tongue swept out and over her lips.   John felt his cock stiffen.   She took another bite and did the same thing
with her tongue.   She was so fucking sexy and didn’t even know it!
    “I’m glad you like
it,” he said, hoarsely.   He couldn’t
disguise the arousal that crept into his voice.   He took another couple bites of his food, but his eyes never left
her.   He watched as she ate most of her
plate of food.   He loved it.   He loved a woman not afraid to eat.
    “You’re an amazing
cook, John,” she said, softly.   She took
another bite of her food and moaned.   It
was the moan that did him in.  
    He dropped his
fork on his plate before leaning over and pressing his lips to hers.   She tasted good enough to eat.   Working his lips over hers, his tongue slipped
out and between the seam of her lips.   When her lips parted, he glided his tongue
into her mouth, tasting her.   His tongue
explored every part of her mouth.   He
wanted to devour her.  
    “John,” she moaned,
setting her fork on her plate.   His hands
pulled her legs from their criss-crossed position and he slid to his knees on
the floor in front of her, never breaking their kiss.   Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt that she was
wearing and exposed her luscious body to him.   His hands cupped her full breasts and he rolled her already hard nipples
between his thumb and forefinger.   He was
sure he could spend forever exploring her body and never get tired of it.  
    Breaking their
kiss, he reached for her glass of wine.   Slowly, he poured some wine down her chest and over her breasts.   She inhaled sharply as the chilled wine hit
her skin.   Her nipples pebbled even
more.   Setting the wine glass back on the
table, John leaned forward and ran his tongue up from her belly button to
between her breasts.   Then he did it
again.   His tongue laved up her body,
stopping to suckle her nipples along the way.   Her back arched into him