Cornbread & Caviar (7 page)

Leading me toward the bed, Hilton explains. "After your embarrassing fiasco at the auction, you hid in the darkness of my office. There, you wept. After you fell asleep, I walked over to you and gazed into your sleeping face. Though in utter turmoil, you looked so peaceful, so radiant, so beautiful.

"With your gorgeous red lips, strong cheekbones and large, catlike eyes, you're the very image of Pearl. Something wonderful wrapped itself around my heart, and I staggered. Before I left, I stroked your raven hair and planted a kiss on your cheek. Your entire experience is practically my fault. I had to make it up to you."

"Yes. I should have sent more. At the time, I didn't want to cross the line. I didn't know you very well."
"Don't blame yourself, Hilton." I stroke his shoulder. "I walked down that aisle on my own accord."
"It doesn't matter. Now, I know I was wrong. Somehow, I wanted to see what you were made of. And you proved I was right." While Hilton grimaces, I raise a brow. "Tell me I'm not dreaming."
"You're not dreaming." I shake my head. "And neither am I."
"Am I moving too fast? You can be honest."
I sigh. "We need to give this more time. If it's right, it will stand the test of time."
He reaches for my arm. "Are you going to hide yourself from me?"
"No. But I think we're moving too fast."
"I guess we should take it slow, huh?" He raises both brows and tugs at his ear.
"Perhaps you should take me home now." I quietly turn toward the door. Then, I stand up, casting my eyes toward the floor.
Hilton blocks my step. "Perhaps." He turns me around to face him. "And, I will take you home, after you kiss me."
I place my hand on his chest. "I don't believe you're going to take me home."
"Oh, and why is that?"
"You've got an erection crawling down your thigh as we speak."
As if denying my claim, Hilton engages my eyes. "You're going to help me, right?"
I sigh, but kiss his ruddy lips. "I don't put dirty things into my mouth."
After placing his fingers to his lips, Hilton smiles, his eyes glistening. "And I don't put dirty things into my mouth either."
"Shall we shower?" I say, while removing my top.
Hilton reaches for the buttons on his shirt. "I think I'm already ahead of you."
Before I know what's going on, Hilton is undressing the rest of my body. When he finishes, he tosses my clothes on a chair, looks me over, and then shakes his head. "Someone up there must love me."
From my stance, I see that his erection is strong; it's doubtful we'll make it to the shower.
Like an animal in heat, Hilton ravages my body. His lips and fingers are all places at once.
"Slow down, baby." I push him from his greedy task. "I'm not going to melt if I get a shower first."
Hilton slumps his shoulders. "You must think ill of me." He runs his hands nervously through his hair. "Your body just drives me insane. We'll shower first, as you wish."

Hilton walks into the darkly tiled bathroom with me in tow. He turns on the warm water, then pulls me into the shower with him.
Water streams over our contrasting bodies, and I open my mouth to receive it. Pleasure glows in his eyes as he slaps his cock against my rear and prods at my abdomen.
I close my eyes, turn my face toward the current, and let the water stream down my face. While massaging my scalp, I gently blow water from my lips. As if I'm all alone, I revel in the warmth of the cleansing flow. When I open my eyes, my lashes are heavy with water; I part my lips as the water washes over my skin.
Hilton is watching my every move. "You're even more glorious when you're wet."
I smile and close my eyes against the steady stream. Water trickles down my breasts and pelts my body. His acknowledgement touches the core of my soul. With my eyes locked on his, I cup his wet face in my hands, tiptoe, and then kiss his moist lips.
Hilton pumps soap from a container, then lathers my caramel body. Filled with temptation, he stops to run his tongue over my ripened buds. Next, my back, buttocks and thighs also get ample treatment.
After he lathers, he raises his head to kiss my moist lips. "I don't think I can do this," he declares, his hands filled with generous lather. "Let's dry quickly. The bed awaits."
True to his word, Hilton washes both our bodies. His hair, brows and lashes are dripping wet, and so are mine. I toss my head backward and run my hands along my hair. Water oozes from my thick mane and rushes down the drain.
In a state of awe, Hilton's connects his lips with mine. Water rushes over and between our bodies, a thin sheet of moisture. From that moment, sparks are generated with his every touch.
Finally, I stand behind him, brushing the tips of my breasts against the beaded moistness of his back. Rubbing my nipples deliciously back and forth, I moan softly.
While water streams down his back, I tenderly kiss his nape, and then slide my tongue eagerly down his muscular back. When I lower myself on one knee, I reach his firm hocks. I circle my tongue over his fleshy buttocks, and then take a gentle bite. He tightens his muscular rear in response, and expels a shivering groan.
In this position, I have a hard time resisting his hard cock as it juts before him
I turn his body around, caress the length of his shaft, press my lips to it and take a heart-stopping drag.
Immediately, he feels for a wall to brace himself. "Stop." He elevates my face. Afterward, he holds out his hand and I stand up.
"No," I croon, planting a kiss on his chin. "It's my turn, to love
your
body."
Hilton lowers himself to the shower seat positioned in the rear of the shower. "Have your way," he says with a devilish glint.
While water pelts my back, I honor his request with loving glides of my tongue. However, the second my lips touch his cock, he cringes and draws his shoulders tightly. After he pulls my wet hair from my face, he then cups my cheeks as I drive him to heights of ecstasy.
"Arg," he yells. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
In the water, Hilton seems to experience new sensations of lovemaking, and his grunts of passion fill the steamy shower. Red and pulsating, his swollen shaft throbs between my fingers. Another cry tells me his end is near. He raises his head with mouth agape, panting, nervously running his fingers through his damp hair.
I remove my lips, then with one smooth stroke through my tight fist, Hilton shudders, then spills his passions onto the tiled floor. His breathing is erratic as he leans forward to plant a kiss on my forehead. "Wha-what's happening?" he says tenderly. "I've made love countless time, but I've never experienced making love in the shower. It’s truly wonderful."
After re-lathering his body and rinsing, he turns off the water, then steps out of the shower.
When I accompany him, a thick towel is waiting for me. "You're the sweetest," I say, blotting my hair.
"This has been quite an experience," he says with a crooked grin. "One I'll never forget."

On the way to the bedroom, we lose our towels some place between Cincinnati and Buffalo. In other words, I have no idea. As fate moves our emotions along, we finally succumb to blissful sleep.

While I sleep, vivid dreams plague my slumber. In these dreams, I look upon Hilton's handsome face, and I notice an eerie glow encompasses him. I watch that spectacular glow as it lifts and floats splendidly upward.

Following the brilliant light, I watch it hover above the foot of the bed. Shortly afterward, it's joined by another radiant light that seems to have traveled over my head. When these two lights unite, shards of sparkling lights spew from its core. The impact is breathtaking, and almost blinding.

Suddenly, a male's voice echoes throughout the room.
"I thought we'd never get those two together, Pearl."
The other voice is feminine, lighter, and much sweeter.
"You're right, Samuel. It took a long time."
Then the lights diminished, and there's nothing. Dare I wake Hilton and tell him what I saw, or dreamt? I smile softly. Perhaps I'd keep my little secret.

Hilton becomes my knight in shining armor, and I become his fantasy. Though Hilton buys out my share of the estate, our love grows to unspeakable heights.
It isn't so odd that love struck twice in the same place. As if we are reincarnations of our great grandparents, we're hopelessly drawn to each other.

When I gather my nerve, I ask Hilton to explain why he hates prostitutes. He replies, "Because my grandfather ran a speakeasy, prostitutes ran freely about. Most were worn-out, diseased alcoholics. My grandfather warned me against sleeping with these vile creatures. However, I decide I’m man enough to make my own decisions. Under an assumed name, I discreetly schedule a session with one of these tempting ladies. This encounter quickly turns into a freak show.

Being well endowed, my secret was revealed and everyone wanted to ride this young pony. The evil women teamed up, pawed my cock until it was raw, then took turns using me. For years, an inappropriate topic was the size of my package. As I matured, I put trash where it belongs—under my foot. Yet, I bore the scars of these contemptible jokesters. Yes, I hated all prostitutes. I swore I’d never sleep with another.”

Shortly after our relationship starts, Hilton kicks Satin and her crew to the curb. Now, he only holds legitimate auctions, all of them profitable, catering mostly to charity.

At night, I lie awake in my two-story brick home and I ponder my life. Holding my standards has gotten me what I wanted, even if I were naughty in the end. I salute Hilton for telling the truth at all cost.

Tory is doing just fine and attending private school. For good measure, I paid to have Mama in rehab a while longer. I've come to grips with reality. She'll never get well, and she'll never be the woman who sacrificed for me. However, she does look great with her new dentures. Hilton suggested I keep the dress I wore to New York, and I'm glad he did. It keeps me grounded in reality.

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