Romance On The Table Novels & Stories

“But he’ll want to be here out front. The booths can be moved around, a little, to accommodate a table in the far corner. That’s what he’ll want. But Andre really should have made those changes between lunch and dinner. He’s going to have to lift heaven and hell now to get it done.” “Oh god,” I sigh, starting to walk away, wanting to deliver the news as fast as possible. But as I go, Lucy reaches out and wraps her fingers around my arm, pulling me closer. “Hey,” she says, conspiratorial, glancing around to make sure that we’re not heard. “Romano’s going to want you on that table tonight – he’s going to want to show off his new girl. Just let them get a good look at you and don’t say much, ok

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

Their table was decorated with two burning candles and fresh flowers, making the whole atmosphere very romantic. Henry pulled out a chair for Elizabeth to sit on and then took place right across from her. The waiter that moved so quietly he seemed invisible poured champagne in their glasses and retreated. Henry picked up his glass, and Elizabeth followed his lead, doing the same, bringing it towards his so they could touch. Their eyes never left each other. “To our future together.” his voice was almost a whisper. “To our future together,” Elizabeth repeated. The waiter came in, bringing the appetizers. It was a plate full of cheese, fruits, and delicatessen.

“Yes… she shouldn’t know how I spread my legs for you right on the table… how I moaned like a whore when you shoved your cock inside me… how I swallowed every drop of your cum like a greedy slut…” I was still talking when a spoon suddenly fell from Roman’s side of the table, clattering loudly onto the floor. He looked up at me, that dirty, wicked smile curving his lips even more. “Now be a good little girl…” he said, his voice low and commanding, “and pick that up for me.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew exactly what he wanted. My cheeks burned, but my pussy clenched with fresh excitement. Slowly, I slid off my chair and dropped to my knees under the dining table.

But every time we met a diplomat, or a duke or duchess, or a mayor, or the prime minister herself, we would all pose for a picture. Overall, it's a very boring party, and I'm not even a party-goer. "We could take a breather, you know," Caelum told me for the nth time. But since we only have a few people to meet, I told him I could suck it up, again. And I did. We finally reached the final table, and then returned to the platforms to rest. "You're doing a great job," Caelum told me with a smile as we sat.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

The cruise ship is still at its harbor, waiting for our departure which I don't know when. The table is set for our grand lunch and we get seated around the long table, twelve of us. Adrian at the far extreme and l at the opposite, we exchange a wink upon looking at each other, at the same time which evolves into a blush. We would be holding hands if he was near but still he is romantic, we are romantic from the distance we are.

Did I mention he was a romantic? There are two chairs opposite each other, platters covered and candles, whose flames are dancing. There's also a bouquet of flowers on one side, red roses to be exact and wine chilling in a bucket. Beside the table, there is a blanket on the sand with another one that's folded on top. The sun is already setting so we're practically alone. I turn to him feeling overwhelmed. This feels like too much. Too intimate. It's as if he's looking for more than a holiday fling and I don't know if I can give him that. ***************************************************

Dinner was hell. I served everyone like a waitress. Roman made sure I brought him everything personally. When I set his plate down he pulled me close for a second, hand sliding up under my skirt to cup my bare ass right there at the table. Mom was talking about some garden club bullshit, and Richard was chewing slowly. Roman’s fingers dipped between my legs, found me soaked, and pushed two inside me pumping fast while he nodded at whatever Mom was saying. I stood there trembling, pretending to adjust the napkins, while he slowly finger-fucked me under the table. My knees almost here out, but when he pulled his hand out he made me watch him lick his fingers clean before picking up his fork li

He asked “I don’t fucking care if it’s hard or gentle I only want you inside me please.” I don’t know what I’m saying now I only know that I want to fuck him until I passed out. “ I want you to look at me when I enter you” I just nodded as a response. I’m still here in the kitchen sitting in the chair. he carried me and put me on the dining table and He widely spread my legs. He licked my pussy and he’s teasing me and that turned me on. How can be he so handsome while playing my pussy. “Are you ready?” he said between my legs. I just nodded and he start removing his clothes.