F-296-Lia: Secretariat Building, Private Dining Room
I think Lia is likely to be a pretty astute judge of whether someone is aroused, and he is. It could well be that alone that has him uneasy.
While she is at a relaxed pace, his unease seems to be intermittently bringing him out of the wordplay that if the previous encounter is anything to go by, he would be expected to enjoy.
He stabs a morsel of fruit with one tine of a fork and eats it slowly, keeping his eyes on her as he strips the flesh delicately from the fruit. He moistens his lips with a series of agile dabs of his tongue.
He doesn’t speak immediately.
She watches him comfortably as she drinks her coffee, her eyes trailing lazily from his lips and darting tongue to his fixed gaze.
From the little moan, one would assume she really enjoyed that coffee. She gives the rim a long, languid lick as she finishes.
“I do love the taste of cream to finish a tasty meal…”