She could feel the hunger. She could sense the voracious appetite in his choice of words; his responses.
Her reaction was instantaneous. Not a thought flickered through her head before she moved away to appease him. There was no slowing down the action here. No flirting with intention; desire; want. There would be no appertif tonight.
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Here was a meat and potatoes man. He needed to feed; to bite into that bloody steak and swallow it; to have it fill his gut.
When he began to fill, he slowed down just enough to look up and into her eyes to see for himself if she also had been sustained. It was rarely his style to eat alone. Although he fed off her, he needed to know that she was nourished in presentation of the plate.
Her pleasure was abundant.. His wants were her wants; or the other way round. Who could say now which came first.
She served. He fed. Both left the table completely satisfied.
I'm guessing that here dining is a metaphor, otherwise I might suggest that indegestion would follow ;-)
ReplyDeleteIt is just a bit of whimsy. I'm watching my calories and this was my dessert. Ha!
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