Amuse Bouche (4 page)

“If you love listening to him, you must also love dancing to him.” I reasoned, breaking my proclamation of no dancing tonight. “You’re practically dancing already.” I stood. “May I have this dance?”

With slight hesitance she stood, took my hand, and followed me across a dew-covered grass dance floor. With her body pressed to mine, I indulged again in her smell…her essence.

Suddenly I was overwhelmed by the need to serenade such a woman. Soft hums turned to whispered lyrics as I couldn’t stop myself from singing along. To my surprise, her angelic voice soon melded with mine. We skated across a dance floor that God must have created for this exact purpose. Our bodies undulated in harmonious mobility, fluid yet firm. It was flawless. She was impeccable.

As the song wound to an end, I cupped her cheek and gazed into her eyes. “Come back to my hotel with me.”

Without hesitation she replied with one perfect word. “Okay.”

I closed my mouth over hers as my inner self rejoiced at the realization that I would get to spend additional moments with this perfect entity. Our tongues explored, tasting and savoring each flavor as if we were paying for it by the second. Drawing back I asked if she was ready to go.

“I have to find my roommate and let her know where I’m going. Where are you staying?”

“The Windsor Arms.”

“Give me five minutes. I’ll meet you back here.”

“You’re joking, right? There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight.”

“I have to tell Tasha I’m leaving. She’ll kill me if I just run off.”

“Your friend already knows you won’t be accompanying her back to the hotel tonight. Besides, I think she has plans of her own.” Luckily I was able to point out Tasha and the surfer moving gracefully across the floor in the distance.

“All right. Lead the way.”

A rush of excitement burned through me as we tore off through the estate and out to the waiting limo, laughing like teenagers. After all, a teenage romance is the purest form of uninhibited infatuation—an appetizer to an emotional feast humans are programmed to seek. We were consumed by it.

Random rays of light escaped the house as we ran by, casting glimmers across her angelic face.

Without words we slid into the back seat. My heart thumped as the orange glow of the overhead lighting projected a warm brilliance across the face of the first woman I have ever taken a real chance on. Her eyes glistened, a bouquet of sparkling greens. They mesmerized me, making my soul happy.

The car sped off toward a night of exploration—mind, body, and soul.

I gazed at her for a few moments and couldn’t stop myself from brushing aside a lock of her hair. I couldn’t stop touching her. “Are you okay” I asked as she lowered the window. The last thing I wanted to do was let this situation lose one degree of intensity.

“Why, do I not look okay?” she asked nervously.

There isn’t a sentence I could formulate right now to express my admiration for the sight of her. “You look absolutely stunning,” I managed. That would have to do. “But if I didn’t know better I’d say…” I touched her face softly. “You seem afraid.”

Her cheeks turned three shades of pink as she shifted in the seat. Was it me? Was it too fast?

“It’s just that it’s been a while since…”

Not wanting her to finish that thought, I interrupted the only way I could think of. “Since you’ve felt this?” I traced the neckline of her dress, then cascaded my finger down her neck to where the fabric of her dress covered her breasts. “Or this?”

Drifting toward her, I drew her bottom lip between my teeth as if inhaling a perfect cigar. She tasted of pineapple laced with merlot. Cresting her lips, my tongue explored her mouth greedily as her presence engulfed my every sense.

I was so enthralled by the idea of her, my body forgot to breathe. I pulled back and cupped her cheeks as I rested my lips on her forehead. We both gasped for air.

Finally, her hand found my thigh and inched closer and closer to my hardening cock. If she was trying to drive me insane, she was doing a good job of it.

I didn’t want to, but I figured I at least owed the girl a warning. “If you so much as touch me, I’m a goner.”

Her smile taunted me. Lunging forward, I stole another taste of her mouth before I laid her down across the black leather of the seat.

A primal urge possessed me as I blanketed her with my weight, pressing my extremely hard intentions into her delicate body. Only the restriction of thin fabric separated me from feeling her from the inside. My sexual beast fed upon her receptive claws and coos. She tore at my jacket while I grinded harder into her thigh.

Riiiippppp.

“Oops.”

Pausing for only a second to identify a tear in the stitching of my jacket, I turned my attention back to this work of art. My mind, drunk on alcohol, lust, anticipation, and the feeling of something right, needed just a taste of what she promised. I worked my fingers beneath the dress that had caught my attention only hours ago. She arched her back, inviting me in. The tips of my fingers tracked along a delicate piece of silk, which I found to be quite moist.

“Excuse me, Dr. Rusilko,” came a voice over the speaker. “We’re here.”

Fuck!

Out of breath and laughing she panted, “Thank God.”

I loved her laugh. It was the perfect melody.

“Any more of that and
I’d
be a goner.”

“Me too.” I smiled as I sat up.

I wasted no time swinging the car door open. A fire had been sparked, and I’d be damned if I was going to let it dwindle. I took her hand, and we raced toward the entrance of the hotel, giggling like star-crossed idiots. What a sight: a woman in high heels trying to keep pace with a man wearing a torn jacket and sporting a fully erect dick.

I could only imagine the thoughts of the front desk attendant as we whisked by. As for the concierge, his greeting must have been a situational diversion tactic, as it was obvious my new limp wasn’t due to any sporting injury. I didn’t care. I had the only girl in the world on my arm, and I was happy.

As we slipped through the brass doors of the elevator, we fell against the wall. Again she tore at my clothing, exciting me tremendously. After about a minute of our grope session, I noticed the elevator wasn’t moving.

As I clicked the button marked P, she teased, “We’re going to the parking garage? I thought you had more class than that, doctor.”

Doctor!? How did… Oh, the limo driver. Clever girl.

“P isn’t for parking, trust me,” I mumbled as our bodies smashed back together. Feeling much more forward than I was accustomed to, I brought my hands to her tits. They were perfect. I could feel her heart racing as I caressed and teased her nipples through the smooth fabric.

I felt her hand unzip my fly and firmly grasp my cock, which nearly made me come on contact. The way the softness of her hand moved around me was fucking amazing.

Ding.
The elevator halted, as did her assault of my cock. I hurriedly zipped my pants. As we stepped out of the elevator, she snuck around behind me and placed her hands in my pocket.

“I am exercising great restraint right now.” On the short trip to my room, I made sure to savor the unique connection we shared in this stupid little moment. I could already tell she was amazing.

After the keycard disengaged the lock, I opened the door just a crack, and she snuck by and into the swanky room. I watched her explore the space with her eyes, as if she’d never been in such a place. She had such an innocence about her. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something that made my tannin-driven pallet rejoice. Two black, velvety bags sat atop the table with a note nestled between them. It was my favorite wine, Velvet Glove. This night couldn’t be any more perfect.

I snapped up the card and quickly read it.

Thanks for the help, mate.

I know you like dropping the gloves, but keep these on.

~ Sparky

What a rock star. Love that guy.

“What’s that?” Jaden asked, drawing near.

“It’s a thank you from tonight’s winery. Good business clients and much better friends.”

With a smile I headed for the bedroom to drop off my wounded jacket. Repairs would be worth every penny. When I returned, “Today” by the Smashing Pumpkins filled in my ears. This 28-year-old hick from western Pennsylvania who grew up milking cows, bailing hay, and shoveling shit, now stood in one of the most expensive penthouses in all of Sarasota, wearing a ruined designer suit. I had not a thought or a care in the world except for a girl I’d known for less than an hour. Today was the greatest day, and no, I could not wait for tomorrow.

I took her hand and led her to the balcony, not knowing what to do or what to expect. But I was ready for anything.

The ocean air blew across the open terrace and greeted us as we stepped out onto spacious balcony. The breeze cooled my body, which was still on fire from the backseat tryst.

“It’s stunning,” she said as she looked out on a sea twinkling in the distance. I agreed, though I focused on the way the light from the inside had cast a perfect glow on her back and her ass.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I asked as I closed the distance between my front and her back, pressing her against the railing.

I turned her to face me, and we focused on what we truly wanted. Here we were, on a moonlit night, with our fires bright. She had me wild and turned around, inside out. The desires that had been building slowly all night now grew heavy, and I could tell she felt the same way. Our mouths met once again, tasting each other and painting the most passionate of pictures, our own little secret scene. Tonight was ours.

Surveying every inch, my hands trailed down her sides to where her dress ended and her thighs began. With her body pinned back I broke from our kiss only to partake in tasting another part of her all-too-perfect anatomy.

Beneath her dress, her nipple grew hard in my mouth as my tongue fondled it. I took it between my teeth and teased it with intense strokes. I felt her body pulsate in pleasure, as did mine.

Suddenly she stopped me and staggered backwards across the balcony. She came to rest on the steel table where I’d sat, working feverishly, just hours ago.

I continued to tease her silk-covered nipple with my mouth as I lifted her dress to exposing more of her thighs. Grasping my hand, she drew the tips of my fingers across her sleek contours, making clear that the dress wasn’t lying about what lay beneath it. She guided my hand into a position of unmistakable intention, then released it allowing it to fall exactly where we both knew it should be. I slid my hand up her dress, and she rocked back over the table, opening all that she was, reassuring me that she wanted it. She needed it.

My thumb dove under the elastic band of her panties as I traced their outline from her hip to just above the damp spot that indicated she was primed. As wine, anticipation, and admiration continued to course through me, I pushed the silky fabric aside and pressed gently into her, causing her breath to hitch. Nuzzling my head into her chest, I hastened my speed and pressure as I drove two fingers in and out of her, feeling her contract around me with each penetration. My dick grew harder and harder as her body quivered and she moaned.

Abruptly she forced my hand out of her and reached for my zipper, this time with different intentions. Taking a knee before me she tore my pants down past my ass and left them rumpled at my feet. She grasped my cock with one hand and the back of my thigh with the other. She began to suck the tip of my dick as she worked shaft back and forth with her hand. Shimmering sexual energy bounded through me as she teased me with her mouth. My body wanted to climax immediately, but I demanded it hold out for what was to come.

“Fuuuuuck” was all I could muster to define the moment. I needed her now. I wanted to feel her from the inside. I took her by the shoulders and laid her back across the tabletop as I stepped between her legs. The look of her on her back, her legs spread before me, still in that dress, was the most beautiful of mind fucks. Indulging in my fetish for short skirts, I ran my hands firmly up her calves, across her knees, and down to where her dress now barely covered the top of her thighs. Every inch closer to her was an inch closer to heaven.

I reached for my pants, which were thankfully still close by, and retrieved a condom. I looked back at her and found her wanting and waiting for my touch. Taking a position of dominance, my dick brushed the entrance of her pussy. She dropped her head back, signaling that she was ready for me. I ran my fingers up both her thighs and wrapped my fingers around the waistband of her silky red thong, pulling it from her body. I could sense her anticipation was high, as was mine.

I dove into her core with one powerful thrust. I felt her contract immediately around me as I savored the feeling of being inside her. Pulling back, I started to work myself in and out of her with advancing speed and pressure. Her cries of pleasure combined with the faint crashing of the ocean waves into a song of passion. The sight of her biting her lip and arching her back was liberating in a way and hot as fuck in another.