You’ll make dinner and I’ll be the show (FM, sweet slow-ish burn, fiction, fem pov, con)

It was our second date. Not much, I know. I met him at 5 o’clock, next to the metro station, two blocks down from his apartment. I was carrying my ukulele with me as per his request. “We’ll have dinner and a show” he said, his voice muffled by his surgical mask. He would make dinner and I would be the show. We walked through the cold, our glasses fogging up, talking about sweet nothings. How was our day, what we had for lunch and other such trivial things. By the time we got to his apartment I was freezing a bit, and I could see that he wasn’t having the best of times either. We climbed the stairs to the 4th floor, his building lacking an elevator.

I was pleasantly surprised when I first stepped into his hall. It already smelled like something was baking in the oven and the air was filled with an inviting scent. I took off my shoes and took a quick glance around. “So the bathroom is just here, and the light switch here, living room here, kitchen and bedroom there” he said while walking around, giving me a small tour of the place. “Oh yea and the balcony is through there, if you like need a smoke or something.” “Nah, it’s cool, I’m not a smoker” “ok so yea, just make yourself at home and i’ll just check on the oven real quick.” “Thanks” I say and he goes into the kitchen. I finally take my shoes, coat and mask off and enter the space. Everything is either white, black, red or varying shades, which gives the whole place a nice cohesive feeling. There are a couple of paintings on the walls, but not too many, and a few cacti and succulents here and there. 

“Lynn, hey, come here for a sec and taste this” I follow his voice to the kitchen and see that he’s stirring some sort of sauce in a saucepan. “well don’t you look good in the kitchen” “don’t objectify me, woman” he says jokingly. “yea, no, no, I could get used to this”  I say while propping myself against the counter “shush you. Taste this and tell me what you think. `He gives me a spoon coated in the sauce. “It needs more oregano” “true, very good tasting skills” i smirk “thank you”. Ted puts on some music while making sure the table is ready for us to eat. “It’s gonna be another ten to fifteen minutes for this to be done and then we’ll have to leave it cool for a bit. And by the time we finish, dessert should be ready as well” ted so cordially informs me. “Well I feel like I’m at a fancy ass restaurant, not gonna lie” I smile at him. “Wait till i light these babies” he pulls out some candles from a drawer. “Oh wow, you went all out” “well i have a lady to impress, don’t i” he brushes past me, a little too close, on purpose. He sets the candles and lights them and then turns back to the stove. For a second i wonder what exactly makes guys cooking so attractive for me, but well, why question it. I just enjoy the view. When dinner is ready we take a seat at the cozy table.

It’s dark out by now, the lights are dim and the pasta in front of me is steaming hot. We talk about work, about the state of things, about where we imagined ourselves to be by this age. He wanted to be a teacher, but the pay was atrocious so he sold his soul to the corporate overlords, like the rest of us. I wanted to be a writer, but I instead made Marx turn in his grave. He laughs at my bad jokes, I laugh at his bad puns. This is probably the nicest date I’ve been on in a long time. “So what’s for dessert?” “You’ll find out soon enough, but I was promised a show, so come on. Entertain me” “I snort. And get up from my chair and head to the living room. “Well come on if you want to be entertained” I take a few steps and take his hand to drag him to the next room. I sit him on the couch and me next to him.

I take out my ukulele, tune it, then “so, any requests?” “Hmm, I get to choose. Whatever will I do with so much power?” I snort. “Well then? What will it be?” “Hmm, over the rainbow” “alright, but i warn you, my skills are not that great ”. I indeed play over the rainbow and a couple more songs as he keeps cheering me on and getting closer to me. “Any more requests?” “Play one you like” ” ok.” And for my next song I play la vie en rose, slow and sweet. I close my eyes at one point, enjoying the song.

When I hit the last note and I open my eyes, Ted is very close to me. I put my ukulele down and then look into his eyes. He caresses my cheek and tucks some hair over my ear. My breath catches and my pulse is racing. His fingers travel from my ear to my collarbone. Then he trails a finger from my shoulder to my hand, picks it up, brings it up to his lips and then asks in a sultry voice “may I?” I nod my head. He kisses the back of my hand and I think I just might melt. I inch closer to him, so close I can almost feel his breath on my skin. “Can I kiss you?” I almost whisper. “Mhm” so I brush my lips against his, slow at first, unsure. And then he starts kissing me back. As unsure as my kiss, but then he starts exploring with his tongue. And the kiss deepens, and i raise on my knees and push him back a little on the couch, his back against a soft pillow. And I kiss him again, and again, my fingers running through his hair. I sit on his lap, straddling him.

He then moves his lips from mine and I groan in response, but he gives me a small peck on my lips with a smug look on his face. “Can I not admire you a little first?” I lean back a bit. “Well, when you put it like that. Enjoy” “oh i am enjoying this.” And he trails a finger from my lips to my stomach. “Very considerate of you Lynn” “what is?” “The fact that you decided to not wear anything beneath this white shirt of yours. It would be a shame if someone were to take it off.” He says while untucking it from my jeans and slipping a hand underneath. I get goosebumps wherever his fingers touch my skin. He stops just shy of my breast. “You tell me at any time you get uncomfortable and I’ll stop, ok?” “Well that was hot not gonna lie” I kiss him. He pulls back a bit ” I’m serious tho, at any time you say stop, we stop.”  “I know, and same goes for you” “good” “good, now kiss me, damn you” ted bites my lip  and kisses me deeply.

Then he goes down to my neck, kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt at the same time. By the time he finishes with that I can feel myself soaking wet and him hard beneath me. I go for his neck sucking and kissing and letting my hands roam to his jeans and unzipping them, and I can feel him tense up when I put a hand down his pants. “Take them off,” I whisper to him. He needs no convincing. Taking both his jeans and his underwear off. “Well fuck that’s a nice dick” i say out loud. And I don’t give him a chance to reply as I crush my lips against his again and let my hand work, using my thumb on the tip, spreading out the wetness, then gliding my hand on the length of him. I kiss his neck again. And this time I go lower with my mouth until I’m on my knees in front of him. I start kissing him and licking his cock. Slowly taking him into my mouth and working on him. His moans motivate me to keep going. And I keep sucking and enjoying every bit of it. His moans get louder and he pushes himself into my mouth, and comes with ragged breaths.

“Fuck Lynn, that was amazing” i sit next to him. Thinking that this is the end of our little adventure. I get up. He grabs me by the hand. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Kitchen” “oh no no, i don’t think so. I’ve not had my fun yet with you “I laugh. He gets up and gets close to me. Puts his hands around my waist, his fingers toying with my pants seam. And then he deliberately puts his hands on my button and undoes both it and the zipper. He slips one hand into my panties reaching my wetness. “Good, very good” he says with a wicked grin on his face. He’s playing with my clit now. Slowly, lazily. He’s looking at me to see my reaction. “So tell me sweet Lynn, did you enjoy your dinner?” “Yes, i did” “describe it to me” he starts kissing my ear as well and keeps playing with my clit, making it very hard to focus. “we had pasta, with mushroom sauce” a finger now circles my vulva, i don’t know how i’m breathing. “It was good, good ” I moan as he slips to fingers inside me. “Yes, go on” he starts moving his fingers in me “oh god” i breathe out l. He stops waiting for me to go on. “It had oregano” his fingers start moving again “it was good, so good” i’m rambling now and he laughs, his fingers  moving. “So good, yes, so good”  and then he adds a third finger. “Fuck me” “i am and i will. I’ll put this in you and you’ll beg for more” yes yes please. With a few more kisses and a few more strokes, an orgasm rippes through me. “Oh damn, fuck, thanks” ted laughs a bit and grabs me by the waist and kisses me fully.

“I think it’s time for dessert” Dessert turns out to be brownies and ice cream. We’re sitting on some cushions on the floor, eating ice cream straight out of the bucket and taking brownies from the tray. He’s put his underwear on and taken my pants off at some point, just so we’re even, he said. My shirt is still unbuttoned. I keep looking at him, admiring the sight and I bite my lips thinking of earlier. “Keep it in your pants young lady” he teases me. “And what if I don’t?” I grin. “Then there will be consequences” ted says, but can’t keep from smiling a bit himself. “Can’t wait” and I crawl to him to straddle him again. He leans back on his elbows, doing nothing. “I see how it’s gonna be then. Well if you don’t want to play, I will.”

I start by letting my hair down. And playing with my breasts, sliding one hand down slowly into my panties. I look at him and he’s almost salivating, trying to keep his composure, to seem passive. I tune in more thoughts of his cock in my mouth and his moans. And I moan too. I move to take my shirt off. “No, leave it on” he breathes out. I can clearly see him getting hard again. So i keep playing with myself, fucking myself in front of him. He gets up from his elbows and positions himself right beneath me. He’s pulling at my panties now, and I keep going. Ted puts his thumb on my lips and parts them open slightly and with the other hand he starts playing with my breasts. I bite on his finger and play with my tongue around it. “I want those lips on my cock again Lynn” “later” i say and pull out my hand and sit down and start grinding on his now hard cock.

He takes my finger that had been inside me and licks it. “I’ll have to taste that myself” “later” I say again while grinding on him through our underwear “later indeed”. “Take them off” I almost command him. And I get up and fumble for my purse and grab the box of condoms in it. He looks at me with appreciation. “A lady is always prepared” he grins “indeed she is”. He takes my panties off before I sit back down on him. And this time there’s nothing there separating us. And the grind feels so good. He then puts on a condom and rubs himself on me a bit more and then enters slowly and carefully. I gasp a little “You ok?” I kiss him “yea, I’m great” i sit for a bit and then start riding him. We’re kissing, biting, moaning, roaming our hands along each other. My legs start aching a bit, but I ignore that. Especially now that I’m this close. His hands are firmly pressed on my hips, helping me with the movement and my hands on his shoulders. “God, you’re so hot” ted moans “i wanna fuck you every damn day, make you come before breakfast” I moan louder hearing those words. He knows what he’s doing to me. “fuck, I’m close, so close” so we keep the pace and i squeeze his shoulders. And soon enough I can feel yet another orgasm taking over me. I take deep breaths and I’m shaking. I collapse with my forehead on his shoulder.

The ice cream, I remember. “The ice cream” “what?” “The ice cream’s melting” I say a bit more clearly. We both laugh. The reverberations make him move a little inside me. He’s still hard. How is he still hard? Jeez. “Well if you don’t mind me, I think I’ll go to the bathroom real quick” he says and slips out of me. “I wanna see” I say really quickly. He stops, baffled. “You wanna see me jack off?” “Yea, I’ll even help if you want me to” I take a few steps and touch his cock again and start jerking him off. Looking into his eyes and smiling slyly. “What were you saying about my mouth earlier?” “Oh lord” “you wanna know something?” “What?” “My mouth is watering thinking about it” “god damn it woman” and he comes again. I grin. “I think that went well.”

He goes to the bathroom to clean up and so do I after he’s out. By the time I get out he’s cleaned the kitchen. I move to take my panties. “I really don’t think that will be necessary. Do you?” “Well you have a point” i go to the kitchen after him. 

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uodbem/youll_make_dinner_and_ill_be_the_show_fm_sweet