Page 13 of Recipe for Love (The Andrades 0.5)
He kicked the door closed behind him, put the food down, and pulled her into his arms. “Your family doesn’t want you here with me.” Even as he spoke he stopped caring that her parents had asked both of them to take it slowly.
Fast. Slow. It didn’t matter. He wanted to take her again and again, here on the stairs, later in his bed. It had been days since the first time he’d been with her, and a need to have her again had been building inside him.
She laced her fingers behind his neck and said, “Let me worry about them. I don’t want to sleep in bed by myself in town, wishing I were here in yours.”
Richard kissed her deeply, then growled, “Who said we would make it to the bed?”
He lifted her and carried her to the bottom of the stairs. “Let’s play a game, ma puce. There are twenty stairs leading to the bedroom. We’ll stop on each one. You tell me what you want and I’ll do it, whatever it is. Then we’ll move up a stair and it’ll be my turn to tell you what I want. Let’s see if we make it to the top.”
Maddy’s eyes widened. “What if it’s something I don’t want to do.”
His daring little American virgin. It was easy to forget that their last time had been her first. “Even when you’re having sex with yourself you should care if your partner enjoys it.”
Maddy’s eyes rounded more. “Who is your partner when you’re having sex with yourself?”
“It was a joke,” Richard said with a chuckle. “A joke that was funny in my head but lost something in translation, I think.”
“I think I get it.” Maddy shot him a huge smile, and in that moment of uninhibited joy, Richard knew he would never see a more beautiful woman. She glanced over her shoulder at the steps behind her and asked, “Were you also joking about the stairs?”
“No,” he said and kissed her sweet smile. “Think of it as having ten sex wishes.”
Maddy’s mouth fell open. She looked adorably worried. “I can think of about three things I’d like. Maybe four.”
Richard kissed her again and said, “It’s our game, Maddy. I’ll help you if you run out of ideas. But you have to start. Tell me what you want.”
She liked that. He could tell. She looked him over said, “You need to strip.”
“Strip?” He cocked his head to the side. “Oh, you mean my clothes. Of course.” He began to unbutton his shirt, then stopped. “Do you want me to take them off slowly or like I can’t wait to fuck you?”
Maddy cleared her throat nervously. “Like the second one.”
He tore off his shirt, stepped out of his shoes and socks, dropped his pants and threw them behind him onto the floor. Once freed, his cock stood high and fully erect between them. “Move up one step,” he ordered.
Maddy did.
“Sit down. Spread your legs for me and rub yourself until you’re wet.”
Maddy didn’t move at first. She looked away nervously, then back and said, “I thought this was about doing things to each other.”
“For each other,” he corrected. “You said you’ve never pleasured yourself. I want to see you learn to. I want to watch while you do it. Will you do that for me, Maddy? That’s my first wish.”
Maddy sat but self-consciously kept her knees together. “I don’t think I could come with you watching.”
Richard smiled and shrugged. “Maybe not the first time, but we won’t know, will we, unless you try? You can say no, Maddy, and I’ll pick again. But there is no shame in knowing your own body. And no need to be embarrassed in front of me. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you will become even more beautiful as you become comfortable with your own body. Sexy is on the outside, yes? But the more important sex happens up here.” Richard pointed to his head. “When a woman puts aside her fears for her lover, there is nothing sexier.”
Maddy hesitantly spread her legs and brought her hand to her own sex. She started to rub slowly, almost cautiously, all the while watching Richard’s face. Richard took his cock into his own hand and pumped it slowly. Maddy rubbed a little faster and a rosy blush spread up her chest and neck. In the quiet of the house, the only sound was their breathing.
After a few minutes, Maddy’s fingers were wet with her own juices and her eyes were heavy with desire. Richard asked himself what his last electricity bill had been in an attempt to slow himself down. He could have lost his load on her right there on the second step, but he didn’t want to rush.
“Move up another step, Maddy.”
Maddy lifted herself up one more step, leaving her legs wide and her dripping slit open to him. “I want you to lick me like you did that first night. I want to come in your mouth.”
Richard sank down to his knees in between her legs. “My Maddy, I was hoping you’d say that.” He parted her lower lips and blew gently on her clit before moving his chin back and forth over it. He watched her eyes as he tested what drove her the wildest. His teeth, his tongue, nipping, suckling, thrusting inside her. He took his time learning how best to please her, then maintained a rhythm he knew she enjoyed. She buried both of her hands in his hair and held him to her. He gripped her ass and lifted her so he could plunge his tongue deeper.
She was sweetness and boldness, and the taste of her drove him out of his mind with desire. He thrust his tongue in and out and alternated that with rubbing his chin back and forth over her clit. She cried out and he lapped her juices as they came.
He placed her back on the step and wiped his face with his hand. “Move up another step, Maddy.” This time he stood and held onto the railing with one hand. “It’s my turn, Maddy. Take me in your mouth. Bring me to where I just took you.”
She took his cock in her hand, then almost shyly licked the side of it. She ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock and he shuddered. Her hot breath surrounded him, promising more. When she opened her mouth he had to restrain himself from jutting forward.
At first she took only an inch or so of him into her mouth. Richard groaned, wanting so much more. She opened her mouth wider, took him deeper, and Richard closed his eyes from the intensity of it. Her soft lips moved back and forth over the length of him while her tongue caressed him. She bobbed her head up and down on him. He gripped the hair on the back of her head and guided her to a rhythm that would bring him to climax. He watched her expression as he came deep in her mouth, loving how excited she looked as she drank his own juices.
She pulled her head back and her eyes were as feverish with desire as they had been when he’d been licking her. “Move up another step, Maddy.”
She did so eagerly and Richard smiled. “Do you like this game, Maddy?”
She spread her legs and rubbed herself without his prompting. “I do. I really do.”
“Slow down,” Richard joked, even though he was pleased with how comfortable she was becoming with him. “We have sixteen more stairs and all night to get to the top.”
***
Winter gave way to spring, spring blossomed into summer, and Richard fell slowly, hopelessly in love with Maddy. They spent every day together. In the beginning, being followed around by Gino had felt awkward, and Richard had resented it as much as Maddy did. Over time, though, he’d come to understand the commodity of immense wealth her family had made her. Gino was a constant reminder of what Maddy had walked away from to be with Richard.
If Maddy missed anything about her life in the United States, she never hinted at it. She enthusiastically signed up for French courses at a local school and had quickly made friends in the area. Richard had offered to teach her French himself, but she said when he spoke his native language she couldn’t concentrate because it made her want to rip off her clothes and pounce him. Richard always smiled when he remembered the results of the first time he’d tested that theory. They’d been driving on a country road on their way to the coast. They never did make it to the beach. They’d made love in the car and ended up spontaneously renting a room at an inn they drove by. He’d spoken to Maddy in French often after that.
Sex with Maddy was incredible, but Richard was equally addicted to her presence in all other areas of his life. She opened the restaurant with him each morning, greeting his staff with such a big smile that they, too, fell in love with her, regardless of how she butchered their language. Bertrand flirted shamelessly with her, but Richard didn’t mind because Maddy didn’t take him seriously.
His restaurant was better because she was part of it. They came in on days it was closed, made love in every corner of it, and spent hours just lying in each other’s arms talking. Later, he would cook for her, and the new dishes she inspired would make it onto the menu the following week. The reviews of his restaurant had never been better. One reviewer said his dish had made love to his taste buds in a way that would forever leave him searching to re-create that pleasure.
Just when Richard thought Maddy could not amaze him further, she invited his mother and his sister to his restaurant to celebrate one particularly good review he’d gotten. His relationship with his mother had always been complex, but Maddy asked him to put that aside long enough to enjoy a meal with her. She asked him to put the past behind him for the sake of his sister. It wasn’t until he and his family sat, laughing over old stories long after the restaurant closed, that Richard saw Maddy’s a true genius.
