Oral Care

Chapter 4: Stay with Me

*** Rafael's POV ***

As Evelyn's round ass disappears into the ensuite and the door closes with a click, I release the breath I was holding. I don't know where this woman came from but I am not ready for her to leave. She's intoxicating, sexually uninhibited like no other woman I've been with and she sure is a departure from Tara. While Tara wasn't bad in the bedroom, she was often chasing the high. Sex was a sprint towards release, which was fine some of the time but not every time.

But Eve... she's ready for an adventure. I didn't want to offend her, but how does a woman get that good at giving oral? Fuck, I thought she fried my nerve endings until she bestowed that gentle kiss on my belly. It was like a jolt of electricity, but the kind that reminds you that you're alive. The good kind.

I am curious about her sudden change of heart. We agreed on one night but then she wanted to leave? After things just started getting interesting? I glance at the bathroom door and nervously rub my palms together. Was I not what she expected? I mean she came and all, but I would certainly be upping my game on the next round.

A knock at the door draws my attention back from questioning my performance. I have a moment of panic, imagining Tara on the other side of the door. But thankfully, it's just the room service. I sign for the order and leave a massive tip. I glance back at the closed bathroom door. Is she still considering leaving? And why does that make me so angsty?

I let out a sigh and turn my attention to the room service cart. My stomach growls as I pick up a grilled oyster and down it. Delicious. I also snag a piece of the goat cheese tart, topping it with a bit of the fig preserves and shovel it in. I guess I didn't realize how hungry I was.

"That smells absolutely fabulous." Evelyn speaks softly making me jump and nearly choke as I shamedly finish chewing and swallow quickly. She comes around me, taking in my selections. I am relieved to see she actually changed, looking like the vision that she was when I met her this morning.

I gesture to the cart. "Please help yourself."

She sits on the edge of the sofa and eagerly grabs for silverware. I watch as she navigates the choices. I appreciate that she isn't shy or picky. She digs in and samples around. She puts a polite hand to her lips after trying a ravioli, her eyes rolling back into her head as she moans out her enjoyment.

"Have you tried one of those? Try one of those." She nods. I sit down and find the other silverware set.

I'm hit by a thought. "Shit. You don't have any food allergies or anything, do you?"

"Just shellfish." She replies. My eyes widen, but she laughs heartily. I like how her eyes crinkle at the corners with the sincerity of her laugh. "I'm kidding, Raf. Don't you think if I had a deathly allergy that I would ask?"

I chuckle. "True. Champagne?"

"Yes, please." She replies. "But seriously, get in on those raviolis before I eat the whole plate."

"We can order more." I respond, eager to please. I twist the cork of the champagne bottle and it releases with a healthy pop.

"As if we don't have enough food here already." She smirks.

"Then I'll eat other things. Enjoy." I prompt her as I busy myself pouring two glasses of the sparkling liquid.

The next thing I know a forkful of ravioli is thrust into my face. My eyes flick to hers and she nods for me to take the bite. Damn, I'm glad she pushed the issue because that might be the best ravioli that I have ever had. I lick my lips, savoring the delicate flavor.