“You little rascal!” I said, playfully slapping him on the arm. “You totally had me fooled.”
“If you want to see a fool, just wait until I have a few glasses of this cab.”
“A few glasses? Why stop there?” I winked.
“Can’t get too out of control just yet. Saving that for later,” he smirked as he raised his eyebrows sharply.
“Well, if I remember anything from that day down by the river…which I certainly do…I might need a couple glasses of medication before the doctor performs his work on me.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, stopping to bring my hand to his lips. “I’m going to be gentle. This weekend is all about pleasure, and giving you a time you’ll never forget.”
I heard the popping sound of the cork, as he removed it with an old fashioned corkscrew. Seconds later we were clinking our glasses.
“To your first time, and our first time together.”
“To my first time,” I said.
I took a sip and took in just how relaxed I felt. Although tonight was to be the most special night of my life so far, I didn’t feel any pressure, which was surprising. As much as I wanted to be good and wanted to please him, he had turned the tables on me…in a beautiful way. He had made tonight and this weekend all about me. Anything I said or did would be the right thing, the perfect thing. I could do no wrong in his eyes, which is exactly why he could do no wrong in mine.
Over the next couple of hours we sat and talked and laughed and at some point we even got up and shared a loveseat together, preferring each other to the warmth of a blanket.
Everything was so perfect. He ran his fingers in my hair and gently held my hand.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Always, when it comes to you.”
CHAPTER 10
Diane
H e scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom, setting me down on a chair next to the bed.
“That’s not the bed,” I joked.
“Precisely,” he winked. “One second.”
He moved into the en suite and a moment later I could hear the water being drawn for a bath. I admired his thoughtfulness and devotion, and his attention to every detail.
A few minutes later he returned to the bedroom.
“The tub is fit for a princess,” he said. “And fortunately I happen to have one sitting right here in front of me.”
I extended my arms and wrapped him up in a hug.
“When you’re ready just give me a shout,” he said.
“Okay, I whispered. Will you be able to hear me?”
“How about you make your famous owl sound?” He winked.
“Hoo hoo says it’s famous?” I joked, scurrying off to the bathroom, but not quickly enough to avoid a sexy little slap to my backside.
I hadn’t seen the en suite bathroom until now. Wow! He had placed candles all around the edge of the tub, and filled it with bubbles. I began taking off my pants and then realized he had made a short trail of rose petals from the door to the tub. I looked closer and saw a few more petals spread out everywhere. How did I miss that? Must have been the wine, and the pleasant shock to all my senses when I entered the bathroom. The sight of it all. The scent of the candles. The touch of the petals as I reached down to take one in-between my fingertips.
I saw some oils next to the tub, and some soaps and shampoos.
This is going to be incredible.
I slid out of my clothes and slowly lowered myself into the tub. The weight of the world could have been on my shoulders, but it would have melted away the minute my body was immersed. Of course there was no weight on my shoulders. This was perfect. I was completely at ease, immersed in tranquility.
I took a deep breath in and blew it out. Who knew paradise was located in a bathtub in a cottage in Napa Valley? I sure didn’t until now.
I put some bubbles on my nose, and a few on the top of my head, and made my owl noise.
The door opened slowly and my man came in, completely exposed in the candlelight.
“Those bubbles on your head look like gift wrap,” he said.
“Everything you see here is your present for tonight.”
“And who said Santa Clause wasn’t real?” he said.
He moved in to the edge of the tub and slowly slid his two big hands in the water, lubricating them before placing them on my neck and shoulders and starting to massage me.
“You know if I climax tonight three times before we have sex, then I think I’m technically not a virgin anymore.”
I could hear him laughing behind me.
“Who said anything about having sex?”
“You’re not going to make me wait another day are you?” I said, turning around and giving him a puppy dog face.
“For sex, yes.”
“Why?”
“Because tonight we are going to make love.”
CHAPTER 11
Diane
N inety minutes later and I must have had the cleanest hair in the world, the most relaxed shoulders and body, and was the absolute horniest girl to ever walk the face of the earth.
He pulled up a small stool, and helped me out of the tub. He dried my hair and wrapped it in a towel before patting down the rest of me. Even through the towel, his touches were still giving me goose bumps.
We talked another ten to fifteen minutes while my hair dried. Then without warning he scooped me up and carried me to the bed, placing me down on my back right in the center.
He crawled in the bed on top of me and kissed my stomach, my hands in his hair as his kisses made their way up the middle of my body and along the side of my neck before reaching my mouth.
I kissed him softly, but deeply, my hands grasping his triceps above each side of my head as his hands pressed into the bed on either side of me. He was directly on top of me and began sliding his body back and forth, creating friction and even more heat between us.
I could feel the precum from his bulging cock as it pressed against my skin.
He continued kissing me, moving one hand to the side of my face as he kissed my neck, nibbled my ear, and then slowly traced the side of my neck with his tongue, giving me a light bite at the crook of my neck sending shivers down my spine.
The more he moved, the deeper the grind. The more I could feel his beard moving against my face. I reached a hand up and ran my hand threw it. It was thick and masculine and begged to be tugged, which I did softly bringing his lips back to mine.
“Getting feisty, aren’t we?” he said in-between kisses.
“I want you as close to me as possible.”
“I’m going to be a whole lot closer in a minute,” he said.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said as I felt the entirety of his body touching mine.
“It will be when I’m inside you.”
His words caused me to release his beard and close my eyes, leaning my head back on the pillow.
His kisses continued further south, his face grazing my folds, but not touching them. He was teasing me and it felt oh so good.
I felt my leg lift into the air as he kissed the inside of my thigh, followed by short nibbles.
He was eating me alive, and I was enjoying every second of it.
He kissed back up to my groin, and I felt the kissing stop. I looked down through my legs and he was staring back up at me, waiting for me to see what he was going to do.
He kissed me once right on my pussy, before rising up and sliding into position.
“It’s time to own you, and you to own me,” he said, with his cock in his hand and the tip pressing just against my folds.
“Mark me forever as yours,” I said, as he slid in the tip of his dick into my pussy.
I reached for anything to grab, but found nothing more than the sheets. I balled them up in my fists, as my arms started shaking.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes. I want to feel more. Deeper,” I said.
His hips pulled
back and he eased into me even more. I could feel my walls opening for him, accepting everything he had to give me, or as much as I could take at that moment. He continued slowly moving in and out of me in a gentle rhythm that was driving me crazy.
“I want to cum in you so bad. Stick my seed so deep inside you that it never comes out.”
“Yes,” I said. “Cum in me.”
“Can you take more of me?”
“I can take all of you,” I said. It was my first time, and I was already addicted. Addicted for him.
He slowly started increasing his speed and depth. It was a bit painful at first, but I took deep breaths in and out and just relaxed into it causing a warm sensation to rush through me.
I could feel his balls bouncing against my skin as his hands grabbed my waist hard, pulling me into him with each thrust. My hips meeting his over and over and over again.
My walls began to tense and my eyes shot open.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed, as a typhoon erupted between my legs.
“Oh, fuck!” he said, pumping hard again and again and again before one last shove deeper than all the others. “Uhhh!” he yelled. His deep, primal sound filled the room, as I felt his warm gift explode inside me.
I could feel his cock shooting its load in me as his body went still, and then he collapsed on top of me.
He was heavy, but the weight of him felt nice. Seconds later he rolled over flat on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. I did the same.
I felt my eyes watering, and started crying a little.
“What happened? Is everything okay?” he said sitting up on his elbow and turning toward me.
“Everything is perfect,” I said.
“But you’re crying.”
“Tears of joy. I’m so glad we just shared that.”
I rolled my neck to the side looking at him, watching his fear turn to relief.
“Me too,” he said, as his head fell back down to the sheets and his gaze to the ceiling.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I need a cigarette.”
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t.”
I laughed so hard I snorted, and he rolled back on top of me tickling me everywhere. Minutes later and we were right back at it again.
CHAPTER 12
Diane
W e stayed in bed until well past noon. He got up to make breakfast, naked of course, and brought it back into me.
“I hate to tell you this, but we’re going to have to leave the bed at some point today.”
I stuck out my bottom lip. “Do we have to?”
“We do. I made plans for a little adventure for us.”
“I like adventures,” I said.
“Good. We’re in no rush so we can eat breakfast and just ease into the day. Grab a nice shower and head out.”
Three hours later we were in his truck.
“So, am I allowed to ask where we’re going?”
“Of course,” he said.
I paused. “Okay,” I laughed. “Where are we going?”
“Can’t tell ya.”
“You just said I was allowed to ask.”
“You are…but that doesn’t mean I’m going to tell you.” He smiled and I gave him a playful tap on the thigh.
“Be careful with that. You know it doesn’t take but one touch from you and I’ll be so fired up we’ll have to pull over and devour each other all over again.”
“Or go for a naked run in the vineyards.”
“Like skinny dipping, but in a wine field?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “What should we call it?”
“Merlot mounting?” he said.
I laughed out loud. “Good one, but maybe something a little different.”
“Hmmm. Maybe, Wine wiener.”
I laughed again. “Funny, but maybe too juvenile.”
“Yeah, and only one of us has a wiener.”
“Thank heavens,” I said. “Yours is big enough already.”
“Well I know one thing for sure.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re my one and only vineyard vixen. My forest fox. My seaside sexy.”
“And if we go for a swim I’m your Pacific pussy.”
“Whoa there! Somebody’s feeling feisty this afternoon.”
“Not just feisty. Beautiful. You make me feel so special. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but no need. Everything comes so naturally when I’m with you.”
“And when I’m with you,” I said leaning into him but still giving him plenty of room to drive carefully.
“So where are we going?” I said, smiling.
“We…are…going,” he said, turning the wheel hard to the left taking us off the paved road and onto a dirt one, and more importantly the force from the turn bringing my body even closer to his. “One mile down this way.”
A few minutes later and I saw it, causing my jaw to drop. There was a big hot air balloon and a man standing next to it, preparing it.
“Oh my gosh. For sunset?”
“For our sexy sunset.”
“Our romantic rendezvous.”
“All of the above,” he joked.
We made small talk with the balloon operator, Frank, for about thirty minutes while he got the balloon ready, and then we were off.
I looked over the side watching the ground move further and further away from us. I never felt scared or nervous because Jack was there behind me, holding me tight in his big strong arms.
I could see all the vineyards below and the clouds off in the distance. San Francisco was famous for fog, and although we weren’t there we were close enough in the global scheme of things.
“Is it possible to go through some clouds?” I asked Frank.
He smiled. “I spotted a cloud pattern when I arrived. It’s pretty consistent most evenings. We’re headed there now.”
I turned and hugged Jack. He pushed my hair back and leaned down to kiss me.
The next thirty minutes I was in pure bliss. I had never done something so special. No one had ever made such an effort for me, and it made me feel beyond loved.
“About three more minutes,” Frank said, pointing towards a big pattern of clouds.
I turned and saw them. We headed right into their path.
I looked up at Jack and noticed a certain stillness had come over him. He didn’t say anything. It seemed like he was almost lost in the moment.
I could feel my heart racing faster and faster as we entered the clouds.
“Oh my gosh,” I said. For some unbeknownst reason I tried to move the clouds with my hands. We all laughed.
“What was I thinking?”
“Don’t worry. Everyone does that,” Frank said.
“I wish my parents could be here to see this,” I said.
“They are in spirit,” Jack said.
I though about it for a quick second, but didn’t pick up on the meaning. “What do you mean?”
“I spoke with your dad just before we left for the weekend.”
“You did?
“Yeah. Got him on the satellite phone.”
“How is he?”
“He was good when I called…and really, really happy when we finished our call.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I gave him some great news.”
“What?”
“This,” Jack said, kneeling down in the balloon.
I felt my whole body shake and the waterworks took over. I was crying already.
He opened his hand and inside was a little black box. He carefully opened the box and held it in front of me, like I was Cinderella and he held the glass slipper.
“Diane, I’ve had my head in the clouds for three years now, because of you. And anyone who thinks that’s a bad thing has never met the one person they were truly meant to be with. And I know as long as you’re by my side, I don’t ever want to come down. Will you join me here in the heaven you’ve cre
ated for me? Will you marry me?”
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