New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... disappeared to the kitchen, and when he arrived in the dining room, I hadn’t even noticed the food waiting for us. This boy just loved cooking and food. There was a big dish of the bacon dip (and from the looks of it, I wanted to eat it all), with a main course of our favorite pepperoni-grilled cheeses and the hot chocolate in mugs. “Baby,” I smiled, “that hot chocolate looks so amazing, yet so evil.” “I try. And, there’s not a lot of food you can make for your girlfriend that doesn’t eat much red meat, so, bear with me,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Dallas pulled the chair out for me, and before I sat, I ran over to his and pulled it out. He plopped down then said, “Such a lady.” “I know. Okay, before I drink this, what’s in it?” I giggled. Dallas cocked one of his eyebrows. “You really wanna know?” I nodded and he sighed before telling me, “The hot chocolate itself is an aunt’s recipe, and, she melted her own chocolate into it, then, I added tons and tons of whipped cream, marshmallows, chocolate sprinkles, cookie bits, peppermint chunks and just to top it off, chocolate syrup. Oh, there’s a prize at the bottom of the cup if you finish.” “Prize? What more of a prize is there other than this mountainous heaven? Oh, and, this bacon dip is amazing.” The dip was an appetizer, and I was eating it with a bag of chips Dallas had thrown to me. Everything was perfect except for the fact that Dallas didn’t have his lips on mine… though my mouth was busy with the food. ...

... Inside of the dip, there were bacon chunks (obviously), full of sour cream, cheese, and the other secret ingredients Dallas threw in there. Damn, I needed his cooking more. I had just finished the drink when I felt something big in my mouth (no, not like that). Chewable… chocolate… holy crap! The “prize” at the end was a broken kit kat bar. I swallowed and smiled at him. “Ohmygod, that was like touching Jesus,” I giggled. Dallas shook his head. “Now the sugarrush should kick in soon,” he muttered. “Sugarrush? Please, I don’t get sugarrush.” “That’s what I said the first time my Mom made me this. You’ll feel it soon.” I rose from the table then helped him carry the stuff to the kitchen. After I dropped the last dish in the dishwasher, Dallas pulled me to the couch, and smiled like his little devious-self. His dimple was so cute as he winked at me. “What? That means you’re up to something bad,” I smirked. “Okay, okay. I bought you something from Louisiana,” Dallas slowly said in that beautiful, rich, sexy voice of his. I could feel it wrapping around me and making me kinda curious. “Oh my god, you’re always getting me shit.” Dallas removed me from his lap then went to his bedroom. What in the world did he get me? He walked back with a big box in his hand. “Dallas…” I sighed, smiling a bit. “I swear there’s no rattlesnake,” he grinned. Dallas gently placed the box on my lap and continued with whatever he had to say, “I really hope you like it because I searched long and hard.” I ...