Thread: Be Careful What You Wish For...  (Bludmagnus/Jaijin)

Anya felt dazed by the shock of her good fortune. She loved the sense of confident command he projected as he ordered for them both. Although Devon ordered off the menu, her eyes shone with pride as she noticed how he altered the order ever so slightly to suit his taste. This wasnt a man who accepted second best in life. A flush of warmth twisted its way down her face to her spine as she realized how amazing that he had chosen her, just as she had chosen him. Neither of them would accept second best. And she could no longer be considered less than first choice if a man like Devon was her fianc. As the waitress moved off, he moved a little closer to her, pulled her a little closer to him. His face, the face of Devon Talon was only inches from her own, she could open her mouth and inhale his essence if she wanted. Anya looked deep in his eyes and saw his passion for her, the depth of his feelings. Her heart melted, because no man could fake the intensity of those feeling that shone in his beautiful, emerald eyes. Her lush red lips parted in a sudden gasp of breath as she felt his hand teasing its way slowly up her thigh. The skirt she wore had been purchased on Rodeo Drive with Devons credit card. Black, it zipped in the back with a back slit similar to that worn by a woman Devon had once dated for several months. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she felt his hand reach her womanly center, his fingers teasing her lips, sliding slowly down her slit. She hoped he liked the lack of hair down there. Some men hated the look, they wanted to see the curly triangle their mothers had worn. But because she had chosen to dye her hair black, she made the decision that those blond, curls had to go. The first time she had a full body wax, she had cried, unable to believe the pain. A lot of women didnt keep up the wax treatment, because of the pain. But she had consciously decided that Devon was worth the pain. And right now, with Devon Talons fingers slipping into her pussy, teasing moistness from that hot, pink center, she knew Devon was worth any amount of pain. She spread her thighs slightly, bracing her heels against the rich brown carpet of the restaurant floor and leaned back against her chair trying not to show the intensity of her feelings for what Devon was doing. Suddenly, he leaned forward and he kissed her shoulder. God she wanted to scream with joy, her heart racing. When he whispered what he planned to do to her, Anya turned her own face toward him. She felt a certain heat and knew she was blushing pink. Her lashes swept down across her cheekbones and she replied, I want it all Devon, everything you want to give me. I want to be your woman, let me please you. The two kissed and it felt perfect, exactly right. Not long after, the dinner came. And it was ... perfect. She felt giddy with joy. Everything was so ... perfect. She took another sip of her Appletini even as Devon slid a second finger inside her. Some women might consider what he was doing inappropriate given the public nature of the setting. But Anya had trouble imagining a man as special as Devon could ever do anything inappropriate.