The Lust Of Love

Enjoy but struggling

To be honest Dating in New York was fun, exotic, and exhausting. She have been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, dined at authentic ethnic restaurants in Chinatown and Little Italy, visited Broadway and the American Ballet Theatre, and spent an entire chilly Saturday at the Central Park Zoo, where I had been once before as a child and which of course She have never seen.

She and me shared cocktails at cozy bars, and I taught her the fine art of slurping freshly shucked oysters at a quaint riverside seafood bar. I knew New York City and I have taken dating and going slow to the next level. I believe that she have never been so thoroughly wined and dined. And yet so sexually frustrated.

She was ready to take things to the next level but each night after the dates I would usually either drop her off at home with Ellie or tuck her into my bed with a sweet kiss on the nights She stayed there. Nothing more.

So she is deciding to take matters into her own hands, so She planned our date for that Saturday night. After she consults with Ellie on what type of date might get My blood flowing in the right direction, and declining Ellie's idea of visiting a strip club together, She settled on taking him for dessert. Chocolate fondue, specifically.

She planned this romantic date and tonight was supposed to be all about me and her, but after spending her entire Saturday searching online and applying for jobs, She was frustrated and tired. She felt down about herself . For all the work She had put in so far, She had only gotten only two calls on her résumé. And neither looked promising.

She was in the middle of apologizing to Ellie about her lack of ability to pay half the rent when I arrived.

My knock on the door interrupted a tense moment and she answered, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You look gorgeous, babe." My hand settled against her hip. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, but can you just give us a minute? I was discussing something with Ellie." She said .

"Of course." I patted her behind as he'd grown fond of doing.

Ellie shook her head and said . "Will you please take your girl out tonight, get her drunk, and tell her to stop worrying? Give her the dick or something because she needs some serious stress relief."

"Ellie," She warned.

"And since she heard that Sophie likes to get tied up for being a good girl , So she said" . "I'm guessing that large love-stick would do the trick."

Crossing the room, She slapped a hand over Ellie's mouth then showed a worried glance at Me. My expression was amused, and not the least bit embarrassed.

"She said that, huh? Getting tied up for being a good girl ?" A slow smile twitched across my mouth as my lips slowly curved upward. She said that I was gorgeous when I smiled.

Giving me a look of apology, She bit her cheek.

My answering grin told her that I wasn't the least bit shy that she would shared this information. Then I said" . "I'll see what I can do to de-stress her, but first tell me what all this is about." I shoved my hands in my pockets and waited.

Ellie removed my hand from her mouth and said " Sophie is freaking out because she hasn't found a job yet. I told her not to worry about the rent. I picked up some overtime and I have it covered."

My easy smile disappeared and went curving into a frown. She has been avoiding bringing me into her drama. I know that she would find a job eventually, She just didn't know why it was taking so long. "How much is her rent here? I'll take care of it," I said.

"No. Babe, you're not paying my rent." She knew that I m had money but she feels like it was ridiculous

I waved her off, still looking directly at Ellie, waiting for her response.

"Her half is nine hundred," Ellie squeaked out.

Sophie was like " Traitor . I was a little intimidating when I pinned her with that stare. She knew that from experience. It seemed Ellie wasn't immune to it, either.

She faced me, planting her hands on my hips. "Babe" don't worry about it. I'm going to find a job." I would. Soon. Even if I had to work at the coffee shop up the street. I'd figure it out.

My eyes slid down her body, caressing her curves.

The careful way her name rolled off my tongue and the soft warning in my tone sent a tingle of awareness zipping down her spine. She found it difficult to disobey me in any fashion. Shebwas needy for me , for my approval, and She subconsciously wanted to please me. In all things. Her hands dropped from my hips in silent obedience. She would have missed me so much during our time apart. It had changed something in her.

"There's something I want to talk to you about," She said.

"Okay. Now?"

"No. Let's wait until we get there and grab a drink." Says Sophie.