Part 4

That evening, he really did prepare us some cocktails. I watched him from our black leather couch. He was a little clumsy but so adorable, and it looked like he was really enjoying making cocktails and decorating the cute little glasses we bought.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I like everything about you," I admitted. But the cocktail was really good too.

He took the glass from my hand and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then he looked at me with those seductive, cat-like eyes. I just smiled gently, and he knew how to read me well. I was silently accepting his invitation. He leaned forward and kissed me, first gently and romantically. Then he crawled into my lap, his legs straddling me. My hands found his narrow waist, and my fingers slipped under his T-shirt. He kissed my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He unbuttoned my shirt, button by button, kissing the newly exposed skin before taking it off completely. Then he walked slowly to the kitchen and grabbed the honey he had used for our Queen Bee cocktail. Just the thought of where he was going to use that honey drove me insane. I watched as he removed all his clothes, then grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down. He spread the honey over my abs and crotch, and I was barely able to control myself. Then he knelt between my legs, painfully slowly licked the honey from my skin, savoring every moment.