I had thought to carry on a pleasant dinner conversation, but words didn't come. We just stared at each other.
The predatory light was back in her eyes and I felt deliciously out of any element that I had ever been comfortable in before. She was seducing me and I was enjoying every moment of it.
The spaghetti came with a flourish, along with wine. The spaghetti was all on one plate and Marco left too quickly for me to ask for another.
I glanced up from the spaghetti at Zora, "I guess we'll have to scooch a little closer to each other."
My eyebrows rose, as instead of answering she got to her feet. Her face was temptation itself.
She walked around the table toward me dragging a finger on the checkered tablecloth as she came. Reaching me she turned and sat sideways across my lap.
Her left arm drifted along the top of my shoulder as her fingers speared into the hair at the back of my head in a caressing fashion.
She turned her head to the side and picked up the fork on the plate and began to twirl the spaghetti around it slowly. Lifting the fork she brought it to my mouth and pressed it against my lips. Eating was the last thing on my mind, but dutifully I opened up and chewed what I had been given.
She watched my lips for a long moment and then her eyes rose to mine as she held the fork up, "I'm hungry Elon. Would you?" Her lips fell open and my heart started beating a double rhythm.
I took the fork and twirled it in the spaghetti as she had done and then I watched her pull the bite off the fork. I watched her mouth move, to paralyzed to do anything else, but enjoy the movement of her beautiful face in motion.
She recaptured the fork from my loose grasp and soon had another bite before my mouth. I accepted it, but it was a messy bite.
She set the fork down and wiped the sauce off my cheek with one finger. I swallowed my food too spellbound to chew it any longer. She brought her finger to her mouth and slowly sucked it clean.
This woman had driven me up the wall and down the other side and I just couldn't take it any longer. My fingers speared into her hair and I held her head for my kiss, even as her hands held my head to hers with equal passion.
This had not been how I had imagined our first kiss going. It was far hotter, because she had made the effort to make it so and I loved her for it!