They're getting there, but Dave is taking his own sweet time…
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Dave watched as Ash took the bottle of wine from the fridge and popped the cork the pour the burgundy liquid into a high ball glass.
"Care for a glass?" she offered as she sipped.
"You're doing that wrong," he observed.
"Oh?" She raised her eyebrow. "You're an expert?"
Dave moved in closer. "Well, I am after all, Italian." He took the glass from her hand. Gently he twirled the liquid around. "See? You have to move it to make it breathe. Then you sniff it." He brought the glass to his nose and sniffed. "Your turn."
"Ummm," Ash hesitated. She tried to lick her lips, but found her mouth dry.
"Sniff." He watched as Ash sniffed appreciatively. "No," he corrected. "Breathe it in." Ash did as she was told. "Smell it?"
"Yes." The wine filled her nostrils and sent a tingle thru her body.
"Let it fill your senses. Now close your eyes."
Ash smiled out of embarrassment as the realization that Dave Rossi was standing in her kitchen giving her lessons on drinking grocery store bought wine.
"No."
"Close your eyes," he ordered. He brought the edge of the glass to her lips. "Now sip. Let it roll over your tongue. Taste the difference?" he asked in a low tone.
Ash swallowed and nodded. "Yes."
Dave brought the glass to his lips and sipped. "Bellisima. More?" he offered her the glass.
"I…I'm fine. Thanks."
Dave set the glass on the counter. "Now that we have that cleared up, I think we should move on to the stage of the evening."
"What would that be? You've already taken a shower," Ash replied tongue in cheek.
Dave raised both eyebrows in surprise. "Well, she is quick on her feet after all. This after one sip of wine. I can only imagine what would have happened had I gotten a full glass in you."
"Maybe I should have gotten a full glass in you, then I could learn why you're in my apartment taking a shower and dressed in nothing but a towel," Ash challenged as a small wave of bravado came back.
"Touché. You have questions and I have answers. Between the both of us, we have needs, so why don't we get the hard stuff out of the way and then move on to something a bit more…" He trailed a finger down her cheek, across her jaw line, and over the pulsing throbbing vein along her neck. "Exciting."
"Why are you here?" Ash asked breathlessly. She tried to focus on the fridge…the stove…the corner of the wallpaper that was coming off the wall…anything but him. But he was standing in front of her and it was hard…difficult not to look at him.
"Because you asked me," Dave replied as he leaned forward and kissed the base of her throat.
"No…no, I didn't."
"Yes, you did," he murmured against her skin. "Those long looks you gave me - the come hither invites by your eyes every time I passed you." His goatee tickled her as he tasted her inch by inch.
"You saw that?" she breathed as she tried to focus on anything but the way his tongue was making lazy circles on her neck. Her pulse quickened sharply.
"Saw it? Sweetheart, it was all I could do not to drop my jeans and take you on one of the desks in which ever area we're in."
"Oh…" Ash closed her eyes as one of Dave's hands cupped her breast and kneaded it gently. A shiver went up her body as the image of Dave Rossi making love to her on a desk in the middle of the bullpen. His lips on hers…his body thrusting into hers as she screamed his name… Shaking herself back into reality, Ash let out her breath. "Oh?" she repeated stupidly.
"I wanted to hear you moan my name as I touched you here." He demonstrated by slipping his hand in her blouse and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her moan and the way she arched against him brought a smile to his face. "And I wanted to hear you moan as I touched you here." With his other hand, he snaked down the waist band of her slacks and searched for the nub that would send her over the edge.
Ash drew her breath as her body responded to his touch. "No…no f-f-fair," she stuttered.
"Very fair, sweetheart. You've driven me mad for months as I watched you walk around the Hoover Building in those just within regulation length skirts and low cut blouses with the buttons fastened to let anyone with eyes dip low inside."
"Don't…" she begged as her hips undulated against his teasing fingers.
"Don't what?" he whispered in her ear. He pulled his hand out and fumbled with the button on her waistband. Freeing the button, he worked the zipper until he could push the material down over her hips. Watching it pool around her ankles, he smiled. "That's better."
"What's better?" Ash asked as the cool air hit her skin.
"This. Now I can touch you."
"Touch me? Where…?" Her eyes widened then closed as Dave's finger pressed against her clit and caused a surge of electricity to course thru her body. "Oh God!"
"Close," Dave remarked. "Do you like this?" He stroked her faster.
"Yes," she gasped. Her hips worked to keep up with his ministrations. "Yes. Yes. Yes…oh my god!" she hissed as Dave slid a finger in her hot, wet folds. Pulling out, he thrust deep inside of her.
"Do you like that?" he whispered in her ear. "Do you want me to go faster?"
She tried to think as her hips kept up the frantic rhythm of his thrusting finger…make that fingers. "Yes."
Dave's hand released the buttons on her blouse to reveal the thin satin nude colored bra that held her creamy breasts. Never pausing, he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. Slowly, he sucked it thru the material. Automatically, Ash's hands weaved into his hair and held on as his tongue slowly encircled then teased her nipple. Pulling back, he blew on it until it puckered.
Moving over, he opened his mouth and took the other nipple in and lavished attention to it. Slowly his hand caressed and stroked her body. Ash threw her head back. What he was doing to her should be illegal…but God, it felt so good!
Dave's mouth moved from her breast to the valley down toward her belly button. Dipping his tongue in, he felt her shiver before moving to the elastic of her skimpy panties. With deft fingers, he pulled them down.
"I hope you don't mind, but these are in my way," he stated. Pushing them down her legs, he pushed her slack and panties off. Lifting her by the waist, he set her on the counter.
Dave slipped his hand between Ash's thighs to spread them wide. "Better," he breathed as he took in her nakedness. He didn't even try to conceal the desire in his eyes.
"What are you…?" Ash asked as Dave knelt down. "What are you doing…?"
In reply, Dave closed his mouth over her clit.