Dinner Scene take ..?

This was one of the many versions of one of the pivotal love scenes in Sunset Knight. I always figured they should have sex in the kitchen at some point, him being a chef and all. Consequently, I wrote many different versions of kitchen sex, which was taxing indeed (she grins wickedly). This was a scene I cut in the final rewrite, despite liking it and fervently wishing I could include it. An added bonus for those who enjoyed SK, and wish there was more of Brody to go around.

Warning: This is an adults only fiction piece. Please don't read if you are under the age of 18.

By Sami Lee

"Like I said, there’s nothing interesting or romantic about my life.”

His gruff tone didn’t invite further conversation. Lana didn’t know what to say anyway. To think she’d so often bemoaned the way her parents tended to hover and pry about her every move, when Brody hadn’t had anyone who cared about him. Lana felt like calling her mother back and apologizing for giving her short shrift earlier. But the more difficult urge to combat was the one that told to her to walk over to Brody and put her arms around him, to tell him he wasn’t alone.

Lana took a few steps toward him before she realised what she was doing. If she thought he’d accept her comfort, she’d give it gladly, but the tense outline of his shoulders told her that wasn’t likely. The possibility of rejection flashed in front of her like a neon stop sign and instead of reaching out to him as she wished, she stuck her hands under the running water.

She’d told him she only wanted sex and that was all he’d offered. It would be unfair of her to demand something deeper now, no matter how much she was beginning to realise she wanted it. She ought to put things back into safe territory.

“Brody?” She waited until he turned to face her, then gave him a slow smile. “It may have escaped your notice, but I’m not wearing any underwear.”

His lips tilted. Did she detect relief, as well as lust in his expression? “Things like that don’t escape my notice Lana.”

“How about the fact that I’m not really hungry? Not that I don’t appreciate your little cookery class, but are we really going to eat right now?”

Turning off the tap, he leaned toward her. “What are you suggesting we do instead?”

Lana narrowed her eyes. “You just love to make me squirm, don’t you?”

“I love it when you tell me what you want. I loved making you come before.” He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. Dipping his head, he planted a kiss on each corner of her mouth while his hand wandered over the small of her back and down to the curve of her behind. “You might not be hungry but I am. What do you suggest I eat?”

Lana whimpered as an image of his head dipping between her thighs earlier flashed through her mind. “Ah… I want you to do what you were going to do before. If you still want to.” Damn, she wished she had the guts to speak more plainly.
Brody pulled back and smiled. “You’ll get better at it.”

“At what?”

“Talking dirty.”

“Oh? Are you going to teach me that too?”

“If you like. It’s really easy.” He brought a hand up to cup her breast through her top, fondling it softly while he leaned down and nibbled her earlobe. “All you have to do is tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Oh Brody.” Sighing, she arched into his touch. “I want… Oh God,” she muttered, feeling awkward and increasingly out of her depth.

She felt his lips curl against her throat. “It’s alright sweetness,” he murmured. “I know what you want.”

With a slow but sure motion, he drew her camisole over her head and let it flutter away. His touch on her bared skin was exquisite, making Lana sigh with pleasure. Taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger he gave it a light tug that made Lana gasp.

He caught her gaze. “A good hurt?”

She nodded. Everything he did was heavenly.

Growling low in his throat, Brody lifted her easily by the waist and deposited her on the kitchen counter, which brought her breasts closer to his face. One by one, he took them into his mouth, lightly sucking on her nipples before releasing her. Then he captured her flesh between his fingers and tugged on it with a gradually increasing force, until she was moaning and wiggling her butt on the bench in mounting excitement.

“Lana, you have such incredible breasts.” She choked on a laugh, but he held her attention with the sincerity in his gaze. His smile was warmly amused. “I mean it. I admire their enthusiasm.”

This time the laugh flowed freely, engendering genuine warmth inside her. “That’s something I suppose.”

“That’s everything. Spread your legs wider for me. I want to see if the rest of you is as eager for attention.”

The rest of her was ready to explode it was so ready for his ministrations. Lana moved her thighs apart on the bench, anticipation and arousal overshadowing any remaining awkwardness. She hardly cared that she was spread wide on her kitchen counter top with the light on, topless, her sex bare and open to Brody’s regard. She only wanted to know the feeling of his touch. The aroma of crushed herbs and vine ripened tomatoes still permeated the air. Lana didn’t think she’d ever see tomatoes the same way again.

Gripping the tops of her thighs, Brody ran his thumbs along the folds of her labia. He squeezed her lips over the swollen bud of her clit, causing Lana’s hips to jerk. “You want to know what it’s like to have a man eat your pussy Lana?”

Not just any man—you. Lana had to bite her lip to keep from revealing the truth. “I do.”

He slowly inserted his middle finger into her vagina. She was so wet, it went in easily. He started up a steady rhythm, plunging his finger in and out of her, until Lana was rotating her hips, needing to feel more. She groaned in disappointment when he withdrew, then gasped when he brought his finger to his lips and tasted her juices. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you for days. Hell, a week. Ever since the last time,” he told her. “You’re so sweet Lana. I can’t wait to eat you.”

His head looked so dark against the pale skin of her legs. He held her open, securing her thighs against the bench as he ran his tongue over her lips. Lana planted her hands on the bench behind her, supporting herself as she watched in fascination Brody’s head moving as he dipped his tongue inside her, licking at the product of her arousal and moaning as though the taste of her was as delicious as he’d said.

Lana was moaning too, loudly and without shame, by the time he replaced his tongue with his finger again. He buried it into her hot core, causing her inner muscles to clench and grasp at it, while he sent his tongue on a tour up and over the sensitive flesh of her clitoris.

He moved his tongue in a light, fluttering motion that made Lana gasp and buck her hips. It was wonderful, so wonderful but she needed more. Anticipating her needs, Brody added a second finger to the first, adding girth to his penetration. He continued to pump inside her as he swirled moist warmth over her clit.

Whimpering and weak, Lana dropped to her elbows and opened her legs further, as wide as she could. She couldn’t turn away from the view of Brody as he continued to work on her with his mouth, his wide shoulders wedged between her knees. The sight was so vivid, so real, so not a fantasy that Lana shuddered.

Lifting his gaze, he caught her watching him. He turned and placed an open mouthed kiss on her inner thigh, nipping at the flesh with his teeth. The curve of his smile was brimming with cocky promise as he once again met her eyes. “You like to watch too.”

“Apparently.”

“Take as much time as you like honey. I could do this all night.”

Lowering his mouth, he took the pulsing knot of her flesh between his lips and suckled it as he sank his fingers deeper into her pussy. Conversely, his pronouncement that he could go as long as she needed him to, shot Lana’s excitement sky high. The pleasure intensified, soared and burst into a brain-blowing orgasm. She yelped and screamed, over and over again as the sensations tumbled through her.

Brody slowed the pumping motion of his fingers, but kept them buried deep inside her as pushed himself up with his other hand. There was a sheen of awe in his eyes. “Lana. Oh… Fuck.”

Pushing herself up, Lana caught his mouth with hers. “Yes,” she said, although she knew he hadn’t meant what he said as a signal of his intent. She reached for his jeans and undid the top snap. “Yes. Now.”

He groaned at the brush of her fingers inside the waistband of his jeans. He moved his fingers inside her once more. “I want to make sure you’re ready. Last time…”

“It won’t hurt this time.” She knew it without a doubt. The place where he still held his fingers ached for the presence of his cock.

He sucked in a breath as she drew down his zipper and reached eagerly inside his underwear for his silken rod. His skin was so soft, his flesh so rigid beneath it, that Lana’s fascinated touch lingered on him.

“Christ Lana. You have great hands.” He withdrew his fingers and impatiently shoved his clothes out of the way. “Hold me tighter, stroke me hard sweetness. Oh, yeah… God.”

Curling his fingers around her neck Brody pulled her into a fiery kiss. She tasted herself on his lips and it reminded her of the powerful explosion of her orgasm. She couldn’t believe she wanted another one so soon, but she did. When Brody fumbled in his jeans until he pulled out a foil package, Lana moaned in relief.

Removing her hand from his cock, he slid the protection down his length. He was so big, so unyielding, but this time she wasn’t afraid, only eager to have that hardness pressing inside her hot emptiness. Holding onto his hips, she wriggled to the edge of the bench.

He asked her, “Are you sure you want it like this?”

Perhaps he’d thought she’d prefer a slower seduction, at the very least a trip to the bed. Lana couldn’t believe she’d spent so much time agonising at how feminine her bedroom décor was, when they weren’t even going to make it there. “Yes,” she said eagerly. That fifty feet or so would feel like a mile. “I can’t wait.”

He muttered a curse and grasped her waist. “Hold onto my neck.” Lana wound her arms and legs around him, loving the feel of their naked chests meshing. He moved his hands to her behind and held her cheeks apart while he lowered her, inch by inch, onto his thick erection.

This time the extension of her muscles around him was glorious, like the first stretch in the morning after a particularly agreeable sleep. Her flesh gave way as she sank onto him, a moan winding its way up her throat.
“Another good hurt?’

Lana sensed real concern behind the glib words. “No hurt. All good.” She snagged his gaze. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

He groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

Holding her hips, he lifted and lowered her over him. Her breasts grazed his chest with each plunge, the soft hair covering his body teasing her nipples to heightened awareness. He was so male, so strong as he supported her weight. Lana could feel the tensile power in his shoulders and back. “I love how strong you are.”

“I love how limber you are,” he countered with a grin. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

Lana angled her hips so her mound pressed close to his torso. Sensation built at the contact. “I need it harder.”

Moving forward, he placed her butt back on the bench. “Put your hands behind you, like you did before.”

Lana arched her spine as the angle of his entry changed. His cock was burrowed deep and hot inside her, reaching the centre of her femininity. Groaning, he held still for several moments while he watched her face. Then he grabbed her ass and lifted her, started filling her with strong, solid thrusts. “Touch yourself Lana. I want to see you come again.”

Supporting her weight on one hand, Lana snaked the other down her abdomen until she found her folds. She parted the wet flesh began stroking the hot nerves within.

“Yeah, that’s it. God that’s beautiful.”

Brody’s encouragement, the avid way he watched her while he pumped hard inside her, made the excitement spiral out of control. “I’m going to—Oh!” She cried his name as she climaxed in a burst of sensation. Her vaginal muscles clutched at his thundering cock, intensifying the power of her orgasm. It washed through her again and again like a riptide as the pace of Brody’s thrusts increased, culminating in a last surge of his hips as he released himself inside her.

Afterward, Lana leaned forward and rested her head on Brody’s chest. His heart still thundered against her temple and there was a light sheen of sweat on his skin. She burrowed her face into him, wondering if doing so was considered too clingy a gesture for a casual sex encounter when he didn’t immediately gather her closer. But Lana couldn’t act blasé so soon after such a mind-bending, body-shaking experience, not with Brody. She didn’t want to give up the closeness yet.

Eventually he moved his arms around her and pulled her close to him, muttering a soft curse as she twined her arms around his waist. He slowly pulled out of her body but still held her, his arms tightening around her shoulders as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Lana wasn’t sure if she was more grateful for the sex or that comparatively minor gesture. “Thank you,” she whispered.
His sardonic laugh rumbled through his chest. “Don’t thank me crazy girl. You’re not exactly a chore.”

Because she felt it very important that she be the one to move away first, Lana sat up straight and looked into his face. “You know what?”

His fingers trailed over her cheek, absently, as though he wasn’t fully aware he was touching her. “What?”

“Now I’m hungry.”

This time his chuckle was warm and it tickled Lana’s pleasure sensors. “I know where I stand. Sex and food is all you need me for.”

To Lana’s mind he sounded much too relieved about that. She made sure her desire to take so much more if he was only willing to offer it didn’t show through her smile. “If it’ll make you feel better, you can change a light bulb too.”

“Light bulbs are extra.” He captured her mouth in a quick kiss, murmuring against her lips, “I might decide to have my way with you again. Perhaps in the bed this time.”

Lana felt herself smile inside at the indication that Brody might end up staying the night. “Bed,” she said. “What a novel idea.”