Fine Dining - Erik Lehnsherr

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Erik had invited you out to a fancy dinner, of sorts, and even bought you a dress; it was a beautiful thing, light grey silk, cascading down to just above your knees, strapless with material that fitted your form perfectly. It felt amazing, and you had to admit, you loved how it looked on you, but you did hope Erik felt the same about it.
Stepping out of the bathroom, you gave Erik a small smile as he sat on the edge of the bed in what was possibly the best suit you had ever seen him wear; the blazer and trousers were light grey, his shirt was black, and he wore a silver tie that pulled it all together. He looked like, well, a god.

"Wow, you look... Amazing," he chuckled, eyes raking over your form shamelessly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Duh." You giggled, walking over to him and wasting no time in kissing him as passionately and lovingly.

The dinner went splendidly, as the food was orgasmic, the wine was absolutely wonderful, but you and Erik couldn't take your eyes off of one another; whether you were looking into each other's eyes, or looking at one another's bodies with shameless lust.

"So, why did you buy me this dress?" You asked him, taking a sip of your wine and smiling when he licked his lips and chuckled.

"I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful." He shrugged, seizing your hand from across the table and sighing with what seemed like contentment.

"Fair enough," you chuckled, smile growing into a grin. "Thank you, Erik."

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