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The fire crackling in the big fireplace partially lights up the room. All the better. No chance for monsieur to cheat. I pass a glass cup under his nose briefly.
A short sniff. He glances in my direction even though he can't see me through the silk scarf. Another sniff, a deeper one and he exhales.
"May I take a sip?"
"Why? Do you like the smell?"
A sultry smile that starts hesitantly, displaying such a perfect set of white teeth.
"Don't be a tease, Camille," he murmurs.
"Answer the question, monsieur."
Now he chuckles. I roll my eyes and pass the glass cup under his nose again. He sniffs.
"Tell me what you smell."
"Oh, so that's how we'll play this game, eh?"
"If you get it right, you might just get a small reward." I let my voice softly fade away.
He chuckles. "I like the aroma. I smell ginger, clove and something else…kind of like pumpkin?
"Certainty is key to this reward, monsieur."
"Okay, okay! This torture is unbearable." He grits his teeth and grins, letting out the tip of his tongue to swipe his upper lip.
That simple act gets my attention, for a moment. I quickly snap out of it. "Well?" I prompt impatiently.
"Uh, it's a different kind of coffee. I don't think I've had this one before…"
"You mean your first cup of coffee?"
Another grin. "Yes. Um, no. My first pumpkin-flavoured coffee?"
It is my turn to chuckle now. "So you get to share another first with me. Huh."
A deep laugh.
"Alright, monsieur. You are right," I say as I straddle him and swiftly remove the blindfold. A lock of his blond hair falls over an eye. He blinks twice, narrows his eyes at me playfully, and takes a big gulp of the pumpkin spice coffee as I tip the glass cup towards his lips.
I watch him close his eyes and moan. The sound alone strips me bare.
I hope you enjoyed reading my piece. This freewrite is inspired by the prompt "first cup of coffee". Join the 
