Divine Intervention: One Shots

Dessert

“I’ve got you,” he said looking me in the eye.  He took my right hand in his left and slid his right hand to the small of my back. I put my left hand on his shoulder and I let him lead me around the dance floor. He gave me a reassuring smile as I had no clue what I was doing. He pulled me in tighter and sang very softly in my ear, sending shivers throughout my body. The song ended sooner than I was ready for it to and he led me back to our table. 

“You are a phenomenal dancer," I told him. He blushed and gave me a side smirk. 

“I took some lessons before Esther’s wedding to be on the safe side.” 

The waiter came by to refill our wine glasses and ask about dessert. Avi’s eyes twinkled as he told the waiter that we were going to pass and that we were ready for the bill. He got out his phone and made a quick call.  The bill came and was quickly collected and Avi led me to the coat check where we collected my wrap and his heavier coat. He led me to the curb where our car was waiting to take us back to the hotel. 

The car ride was pretty short. He held my hand the whole way, kissing my knuckles periodically. “Did you have a good time?”, he asked. 

“I really did. I have never been to New York before.” 

“There’s still plenty more to see while we are here,” he informed me. We arrived back at the hotel before long.  

“You were pretty adamant about no dessert.” I said while he led me to the elevator. 

“Just wait.” He said with a wink. We rode the elevator in comfortable silence to our floor. His words had the butterflies in my tummy on full alert.

I had taken my time getting ready for this dinner. I was wearing a sapphire silk dress that draped around my body accentuating all of the right curves. I was also wearing a cream lace corset with sapphire colored ribbons with matching panties. I had pulled my hair up into an elegant up do that required very few pins. I was hoping we were on the same page. 

We arrived at our door and he produced the key and let us in. Before I knew it he had me pressed up against the back of the door, his mouth hard on mine devouring my lips. Getting over my shock, I pushed his coat off of his shoulders. I copied the motion with his suit jacket and began to reach for the buttons on his shirt. With his mouth latched firmly on my neck, his hands traced my rib cage and found the zipper to my dress. He pulled it down and the dress fell to the floor. Pulling back to admire the view, a lazy smile played on his lips.

While I had his undivided attention, I pulled the three pins from my hair and let the curls tumble around my shoulders. He sucked in a deep breath and told me not to move. He picked up both coats and hung them on the back of a chair and pulled his phone out of the pocket of one of them. He made his way back to me and started giving me directions. 

“Put both arms down by you sides with your palms flat against the door. Now, turn your head to the left.” He took a few pictures. “Now, look at me with your sultriest look and tilt your chin down.” I did what I thought he wanted. He chuckled, “Perfect.” He reached for my hand and led me to the perfectly made bed. “On your knees," he gestured. “Sit back on your heels.” I had already slipped out of my shoes. “Bite your bottom lip and rest your hands on your thighs," he instructed. He snapped a few more pictures. He climbed up on the bed on his knees and claimed my lips once again, nipping and sucking on them until they felt swollen. He pushed me back so that I was laying down. He fanned my hair out a bit and had me bite my lip again. He took a few pictures from above me. I could see on his face that artist Avi was at war with lover Avi.

I made the decision for him. I sat up and pulled the phone out of his hands. I leaned forward and claimed his mouth as my own and finished unbuttoning his shirt. I slid it off of his shoulders and tossed it aside. I reached down and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pushed him down into a laying position and pulled his pants off, leaving him in just his undershirt and boxer briefs. 

“Should I turn the camera on you?”, I asked in my most teasing voice. 

“The subject wouldn’t be nearly as gorgeous.”, he replied pulling the hair tie out of his hair. Sitting up and shaking out his hair, he pulled me into his lap and started pulling on the ribbons of the corset. I pulled his hands away and told him there was an easier way. I guided his hand to a zipper on the right side. His eyes lit up with wonder. He lowered the zipper so slowly watching my face the entire time. As it released, he peeled the lace slowly away from my skin, never breaking eye contact.

He locked his lips onto my collarbone and kissed a line down my chest and latched onto my left nipple. After a few minutes he shifted his focus to the right. I slid my hands down his sides and slid my fingertips under the hem of his undershirt and pulled it up breaking the contact. Wanting his mouth back on mine, I put my hands on either side of his face and guided his lips to mine. I pushed my hands back to tangle in his hair and I ground my hips into his. 

He pulled back, “If you don’t stop that, we are going to have a mess.” He wrapped one arm around my waist and pushed up on his knees and laid me back on the bed. 

He kissed a line down my belly and slid my panties down with a mischievous grin. Tossing them aside he gripped my hips tight and dove into the wet heat with his tongue and began to hum a tune that made my whole body vibrate. He was not ready for me to get there yet so he began to kiss his way back up my body. I put my big toes in the waistband of his boxer briefs and slid them down. He kicked them free and it wasn’t long before I felt his tip at my entrance. Holding my gaze, he slid in as deep as he could go and found a steady rhythm. It felt like every inch of him was touching every inch of me. It was pure magic. Before long we hit our climax together. 

He laid down next to me to catch his breath. I wrapped my arm around his waist and snuggled into his chest. He slipped one arm around me and reached for his phone with the other. He held up the phone, pushed a few buttons and held the screen up to me. “Now it’s time for dessert.”