Absolutely Not

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “That’s good. Now let’s see what’s inside this fancy bra. The one you bought just to impress me so you could sink your womanly clutches into me.”

  Maisy’s snappy retort caught in her throat as Keller drew one bra cup down until her breast popped free. He caught the nipple in his teeth, nipping and tugging. Then he drew the other cup down, revealing her other breast. He pinched the pebbled tip of that one while he suckled the other.

  “You’re better than any romance novel hero I’ve read about, Keller,” she sighed, stroking the inside of his muscular thigh.

  “Thanks. Since I’ve never read a romance novel, I can’t compare you to one of the heroines. All I know is that you make me feel alive, Maisy. You make me think. You make me laugh. And, Jesus Christ, just thinking about you makes me so fucking hot and hard I walk around in a sex-crazed daze most of the time.”

  Threading his fingers through her hair, Keller’s words traveled on a wisp of breath. “You’re not only beautiful, Maisy…” She loved the way her name sounded when he spoke it. Like a poem, a perfect note of music. “You’re sweet, luscious, adorable.”

  His tongue forged a hot, damp path from the hollow at her throat to her breast where he lavished attention on one rigid nipple.

  “And exquisitely delicious,” he added, allowing her breast to pop free of his warm mouth. With the enthusiasm of a boy discovering a new toy, he pinched, plucked and teased at the nipple as the cool air puckered her damp flesh.

  “Mmmmm…” She squirmed at the heavenly feel of his mouth and fingers at her sensitive nipples. Snaking her hand down between their bodies, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and engaged in a warm, throaty giggle. She was so sublimely, supremely happy that she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

  “I wish we could stay this way forever, Keller. This is perfect, isn’t it? Just the way we are, here in my bed. Enjoying each other. Naked, hot and trembly and enveloped in the heat of passion.”

  “I can’t think of anything sweeter. Except for sinking my cock into your juicy cunt, of course.”

  Before she could even blink, Keller had ripped off her panties.

  “Keller! The tabs.”

  “Fuck the tabs. I’ll buy you another pair.”

  “But-but they’re crotchless. You could have just—”

  “I know, baby, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve been dying to rip off your undies since the first day we met. Besides, I want you naked. Now.”

  Maisy yelped as Keller tore her brand new, exceedingly expensive bra from her torso and tossed it aside.

  “I’ll buy you one of those too,” he said. “Right now, this minute, I need to feel that unbelievably tight cunt of yours squeezing me as I pump in and out, baby.”

  Before Maisy could respond, Keller thrust into her, hard and deep, tearing a moan of acute pleasure from her throat.

  In and out, each slick glide more determined than the last.

  “Nothing’s ever felt this good,” Keller said. “It’s like fucking a goddess.”

  “Perfect,” Maisy whispered. “Each stroke of your cock is sublime. Never stop fucking me, Keller. Never.”

  “Hang on, honey, because I’m going to make you quake and quiver. With each thrust,” he paused long enough to hammer into her hard, eliciting a shuddering gasp of pleasure from Maisy, “I’m going to send a series of potent jolts through that soft, lush body of yours.”

  Sheesh…she was ready to come again just from listening to him describe what he was going to do to her.

  Their bodies still locked together, Keller rolled them so that Maisy sat atop him.

  “I didn’t forget. Your turn on top, sweetheart.” He dragged his fingers to her swollen clit, pinching it with enough intensity to rob her of all rational thought.

  Determined to make this celebratory fuck just as good for Keller as he was making it for her, Maisy swiveled her hips as she rode him.

  “Ah, Christ…look at those beautiful tits swaying above me. Gorgeous. Mine.” He reached out and caught them in his hands, kneading her flesh.

  When he let go, Maisy cupped her breasts, as if presenting them on a platter. “Oh…you mean these old things?” She gave a throaty chuckle. With Keller’s gaze locked on her offering, she bobbled them in her hands, like an erotic juggler. “I’ve noticed you seem to like them.”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  Clasping her breasts with her hands, like a finger bra, she squeezed them, uttering a little moan as she squirmed, pushing herself down further on his dick.

  “Do you like it when I make my breasts jiggle for you?” Gingerly bouncing on his groin, she let go of her breasts, allowing them to move freely.

  “Shit…” With a pleasured groan, Keller bucked his hips hard, maneuvering in such a way that his magnificent cock perfectly abraded all the right places deep inside until Maisy thought she’d go insane.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said. Bracing her hands against his chest and squeezing his pecs, she answered his actions with a few of her own, riding him with little clockwise circles and then in little counterclockwise circles. Watching the look on his face and listening to the sounds he made, she learned which of her moves he seemed to like best.

  “You learned a lot from those smut books of yours,” he said, clasping his hands on her cool ass cheeks and slowly trailing his fingers across her thighs.

  “My brain is full of so many hot, naughty, dirty little scenarios, Keller,” she informed him, with a calculated twist of her hips, “that I can just about guarantee you’ll be in a constant state of arousal until we test them all.”

  “I hereby volunteer to be your lab rat, Dr. Porn.”

  “I accept. But I think we’ll have to go shopping first. That is, unless you already have some of the stuff I’ve read about.”

  “Such as?”

  “Like butt plugs, nipple clamps, velvet-lined handcuffs…um, I don’t remember the rest right now. But they all sounded very interesting.”

  “Damn,” Keller answered, stilling his hip action for a moment. “Sweetheart, I’ll be more than happy to take you shopping for all the sex toys and paraphernalia your little heart desires.” He reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and tugging. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna be one happy lab rat, that’s for damn sure.”

  Maisy raised herself high on his dick and slipped down, her cunt colliding with the base of his cock. She clamped her inner muscles, milking his cock with her pussy as she rode. “Mmmm…I like being on top. It’s fun to ride you.”

  “God, Maisy…you’re killing me.”

  Maisy stopped moving. “I’m hurting you?”

  “Only in the best possible way.” He lifted her by the waist, holding her steady while he glided in and out of her creamy pussy, wreaking havoc with her senses.

  “Tell me something, sweetheart,” he said as he watched the in and out suction of cock and cunt. “Have you ever touched yourself, thinking about me?”

  With a sultry chuckle, Maisy admitted, “After going through a few dozen batteries, I finally burned out my Duo-Head Maximum Power Thruster vibrator and had to get a new one. Then came my Wild and Wanton Underwater Wonder, it’s glow-in-the-dark and neon green. After that, my arsenal of vibrators has kept on growing. All thanks to you.”

  “I’m glad. It serves you right after all those middle of the night masturbation sessions you put me through, sweetheart.”

  “Have I?” she asked, and Keller nodded. “Good. I like the sound of that, of knowing that I had that kind of power over you.”

  “That and more. You used your magic powers of seduction to make me fall in love with you. Will you touch yourself for me now, sweetheart? I want to see your finger swirling around your clit as I fuck you.”

  There was only a slight hesitation before Maisy’s fingers slid to her pussy. Amazed at how at ease she felt with Keller, she wanted nothing more than to please and to be pleased. Meeting the smoldering intensity of his gaze, she treated her clit to sweet, sensua
l torture as he watched. Masturbating in front of him made the sensations all that much hotter.

  In a flash, Keller had switched their positions, with Maisy now on the bottom.

  “Wow! That was fast,” she said, amazed and delighted that he had the strength to toss her around so easily. It made her feel downright petite.

  “I needed a better look. Men thrive on visuals.” Keller grinned. “Do it again, Maisy. Touch yourself. Let me see you play with your breasts too.”

  As Keller loomed over her, a ravenous look in his eyes, she settled the fingers of one hand on her clit, slipping and sliding over the warm, slick flesh, while the fingers of her other hand pinched, tugged and rolled her nipples, one after the other. Maisy’s fingertips swirled, stroked and tweaked, luxuriating in the sheer delight of being with him…of pleasing him as he watched.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” Keller coaxed. “Enjoy yourself. Give in to the pleasure. God, you’re so incredibly sexy.”

  White hot fire ignited deep within Maisy’s belly and her breath came in panting gasps with each sashay across the swollen nub. Pleasuring herself until she purred, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this in front of Keller. But it seemed so natural, so right. As if she’d done it before. She definitely had her detailed fantasies to thank for that.

  “Ah Christ,” Keller groaned. “That’s beautiful. So fucking hot. I can feel your fingers. I can feel you stroking yourself.” His next thrust jarred her halfway up the bed.

  She could feel an orgasm building, developing from the first pleasant, insistent tugs to what promised to be a phenomenal, cataclysmic experience.

  His hand on hers, Keller drew her fingers from her pussy and sniffed them. “Sweet, musky…better than the finest perfume, the most fragrant wine.” Bringing her fingers to his mouth, he sucked them, one by one, a deep groan rumbling up from his throat as he did. “Like nectar.” He licked his lips. “I love the smell and delicate taste of your sex, Maisy.”

  “Oh Keller…” What sheer, unadulterated bliss. Indulging in a prolonged sigh, Maisy lingered on his gloriously sensual words, loving the way they made her feel more precious than gold, more desirable than diamonds.

  Her entire body thrummed with Keller’s next powerful thrust. She was getting close. And one look at his expression was all she needed to know the hold he had on his urges was about to shatter.

  A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat as they locked gazes.

  With a gush of breath, his feral cry vibrated clear to her core, adding an untamed intensity to their lovemaking.

  One final swoop of her finger across her engorged clit sent Maisy soaring with him on the wings of passion, crying out her own exclamation of sheer rapture.

  “I love you,” they chorused, clinging to each other in the throes of joint climax.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Maisy awoke to the smell of coffee and a note on her pillow. Keller wrote that he had to leave early for the winery because there was a problem with one of the vats. He asked her to meet him there for the last wine tour of the day.

  The part of the note she liked best was his signature—all my love, Keller.

  All my love…

  She repeated the words, rolling them across her tongue, through her mind, trying to get used to them as she padded down to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.

  He loved her. Keller Fitch really and truly loved her. And she loved him. What’s more, as if that in itself wasn’t amazing enough, there was even a decent chance that his bitch of a sister could end up on the other side of the planet, making nookie with that overbearing asshole Texan. For a good five years at least! That thought alone was enough to make Maisy want to break out in song.

  Yes, life was good. The world seemed lighter, brighter, more buoyant this morning. Maisy didn’t even mind the half-dozen messages on her cell phone from Norman, asking how everything turned out and wanting all the juicy details.

  In fact, she felt so magnanimous after spending the night in Keller’s arms and making perfect-romance-novel love, she hadn’t even entertained any thoughts of eviscerating Norman for all the angst he’d put her through.

  * * * * *

  “As the wine rests, sediment drops from the new wines to the bottom of the tank or barrel,” Keller explained to the small tour group as Maisy hung on his every word. “The red wine in barrels absorbs tannin from the wood and the minute amounts of oxygen from the air that will give them character and nudge them toward maturity.”

  “What’s the difference between white zinfandel and red zinfandel?” one of the tour members asked.

  “Well, despite the popularity of white zinfandel,” Keller explained, “the grape that all zinfandels are made from is really red. The red skins are removed to produce a paler blush color wine. The current batch of our zinfandel is made from seventy-year-old vines in California and aged about a year in wood before being bottled.”

  Maisy took in her surroundings. Keller’s Cellars had the look and feel of something right out of an old movie. It was her second visit to the winery and the first time she’d been below the old mansion in the actual wine cellar. It was pristinely clean and full of tanks, bottles and wood barrels. The cellar was surprisingly cavernous, with gaping areas dug out of the rock.

  While the temperature was somewhat chilly, it wasn’t unpleasant. Besides, Keller’s smile flooded her with a comforting warmth.

  She breathed in, filling her nostrils with a woody scent that was laced with pleasing undertones of fruit and herbs. Having smelled this same earthy combination of fragrances on Keller before, it immediately acted like an aphrodisiac on her senses.

  Her gaze fell on him again. He wore faded blue jeans and a denim shirt, with sleeves rolled up. The chambray cloth of his shirt strained over his broad shoulders and biceps. That realization had a succulent image of him, shirtless and sweating, flashing into her mind. Against her better judgment, her eyes traveled to his crotch. Her mouth went dry and her lips parted as desire flowed through her body, lodging at her clit with a tiny, telltale tremble.

  The urge to jump his bones and fuck him right there in front of the huddled wine novices was almost overwhelming.

  Good God, she had to get a grip. Rather than feeling sated by their sensational lovemaking sessions, Maisy found herself feeling even more famished than before. She simply could not get enough of the man. An orgasm at the hands of Keller Fitch was like a perfect, divine piece of designer chocolate…you can’t have just one.

  After two deep, cleansing breaths, Maisy chanced looking Keller’s way again. She was a mature adult, dammit. She could get through this tour without succumbing to lusty daydreams and wild, carnal imaginings.

  Her newly studious self noted that, aside from looking scrumptious, Keller’s charm, wit and intelligence were evident as he addressed the group. Every so often he directed a special, secret smile toward Maisy, which affected her the way a magnet agitates base metal.

  Keller and his fresh-faced college intern assistant Becky poured samples from a few of the barrels, using something that looked like a cross between a hypodermic needle and a meat-baster. Maisy tried to pay attention to the tour, because it really was fascinating. The problem was, it wasn’t nearly as fascinating as the tour leader.

  Deciding it would be best to fully get into the spirit of things, she raised her hand.

  “Did you have a question, ma’am?” Keller asked, a silent conversation unfurling between them.

  Melting at his gaze, Maisy swallowed hard. “Yes. I was wondering what makes so many of your wines award winners.”

  “You need quality going in to have quality come out,” he answered, his eyes lingering on her hungrily. “I can’t change grapes, but I can try to steer them in the right direction by reducing acidity through blending.”

  She loved listening to him talk. He took such obvious pride in his wine. It didn’t hurt matters that he was also sable haired, chiseled jawed and had chocolate chip ey
es. How could she help getting all moist and squirmy as she watched him—the gorgeous, generous man who had changed her world forever?

  “My objective,” he went on, “is to achieve balance and harmony among the components that will provide a pleasant-tasting wine with a pleasing finish.”

  Listening to Keller enlighten her and the group about the fermented fruits of his labor, Maisy determined then and there to make the ultimate sacrifice. She’d give his awful mushroomy-tasting cabernet another chance, without making a single shudder as it slid down her throat. Not that was true love.

  They strolled to another station where Keller gave a couple of demonstrations and answered more questions while Maisy studied the sensuous, sinewy movements of his muscle groupings. She couldn’t help being distracted. It was that mind-melting gaze of his that caused her to be an unruly student.

  “And that ends our tour for this afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,” Keller said. “I hope you all enjoyed it and learned a little bit about how wine is made. Becky will lead you back to the tasting room and wine shop upstairs where you can sample several of our wines and make any purchases you might like.”

  As Maisy followed the group, Keller seized her arm, holding her back.

  “Aren’t we going upstairs with the rest of them?” she asked.

  “Nope. Becky will take care of everything. Then she’ll lock up the winery and leave. We’ll have the place to ourselves.” Stepping behind her, Keller wrapped his arms around her middle, nuzzling her neck. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, sweetheart.”

  Maisy hesitated. “Your mother’s not upstairs, is she?”

  Keller laughed. “Nope, you can breathe easy. She and two of her friends are in Florida for a little getaway. Now come on,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, leading Maisy to a set of gargantuan arched oak doors. “I’ve got something special to show you.”

  “Grape etchings?” Maisy teased.

  “Better…much better.” Keller unlocked the doors and pushed the massive, heavy slabs of wood open to reveal an underground haven like none Maisy had ever seen before. It was like a subterranean paradise.