Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

Will waited while I tasted the first forkful, a hopeful light in his eyes.
    "Fantastic."
    "Really?"
    "Yes, really. This is as good, or better, than anything I've eaten in LA. Perhaps we should open for evening meals if you produce stuff like this."
    "No thanks. I can think of better things to do in the evenings and they don't involve cooking for guests. I'll cook my heart out for you but no one else."
    "I'm honored."
    He grinned. "You should be. I haven't cooked like this for years."
    We finished the main course in appreciative silence, while the radio cranked out more country songs, an incongruous soundtrack to the French cuisine.
    "Got room for dessert?" Will cleared the plates away.
    "You're kidding. I don't think so." I leaned back in the chair and looked at my distended stomach.
    He laughed. "No, me neither."
    I stared at my wine, doubting whether I had room for any of that. "That was one hell of a meal. Thank you."
    Will returned to the table and sat down. "You're welcome."
    "I should return the favor."
    "I'll hold you to that." He reached across the table and covered my hand with his. "Wanna dance?"
    "Sure."
    He crossed to the radio, pressed a button and popped in a CD. "It's country, I'm afraid. I made a mix."
    "That's fine. I'm used to your tastes now."
    Will flicked the main wall switch, leaving pools of light from beneath the cupboards. He slid one arm around my waist and took my hand, carefully threading his fingers through mine. "How's that?"
    "Just fine." I let him draw me close and rested my head on his shoulder.
    A plaintive male voice sang about spending time. I didn't catch all the words, but it sounded right and good. Just like shuffling in a sleepy circle in the middle of the kitchen was right and good.
    Will kissed my forehead and tightened his fingers through mine. "I think this might be the best date I've ever had."
    "I think you might be right."
    The song about spending time slipped seamlessly to another ballad.
    We kept dancing, the circle slower and smaller until we stopped, staring at each other in the dim amber light.
    Will slid his hand beneath my chin and brushed his thumb over my lips. "Do all the guests have their house keys?"
    "Yes. Did you not see that sign on the front door that tells them not to leave without their keys?"
    "So no one's going to be banging on the door at an inopportune moment."
    "No."
    Will shifted his hips over mine. "So we wouldn't be interrupted if we…?"
    "No." I pushed back, feeling the hardness of his dick beneath the denim. My own already strained against my fly. I leaned toward him and kissed his parted lips.
    "Come upstairs with me," he whispered.
    "Yes."
    Will took my hand and we wandered around the kitchen turning off lights before heading for the stairs. In his room, Will fumbled for the lamp switch while I waited, watching him.
    "How's that?"
    Soft lamplight fell across the bed. Will stood before me and slowly unfastened my shirt buttons. I did the same, noticing the quickening rise and fall of his chest with each button undone. He shrugged his shirt away and stepped out of his jeans.
    "Commando, eh?" I reached for him, curling my fingers around his dick, loving the heat and hardness of it
    His breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes. I moved closer and ran my tongue along the clean line of his jaw. The scent of aftershave stole around me. His soft, long exhalation warmed my skin.
    I shivered when Will eased my jeans away. I helped him, kicking them to the side. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts and brushed his thumb over the tip of my cock.
    "I don't know whether I want to fuck you hard, or take it nice and slow." He took a deep breath. "All I do know is that I want you so bad I can hardly speak."
    The heat in those words left me trembling. "I suppose we'd better get to bed, then."
    Will drew me toward the bed, flinging the covers back before he pulled me down onto the yielding mattress, onto him. He swept his hands down my back and clasped my ass cheeks. "Like this?"
    "Just like this." I shifted until my dick rubbed his.
    He groaned softly and covered my mouth with his. The space between us diminished to nothing. I kept moving, seeking the friction of Will's cock against mine. He pushed back and we fell into a steady, ever-quickening rhythm, rising and falling together, snatching breaths between desperate kisses.
    "Please…fuck…me." I nipped at his ear and rolled my hips, eliciting another breathless groan.
    He