The Platinum Rebound

by T V Hartwell

  “You still want dessert?” he said.

  “Sure. Okay,” she said halfheartedly as she watched him.

  “Why don’t you turn on the music? Remember how to do it?”

  “I think so. Where’s the remote?”

  “Right there on the coffee table.”

  Amanda walked over, picked up the remote, and pointed it toward the receiver, already preset to a Pandora station; magically, Rihanna’s sexy, up-tempo song “Only Girl” began to pump through the built-in ceiling speakers throughout the house. The sound so smooth, crisp, and clear it made her feel as if she were floating.

  Amanda began to move her body with the melody. “I love this song,” she said as she danced to it, feeling sexy in her Alexander McQueen, high heel, suede ankle boots and skinny leg pants from the same designer.

  As the lyrics belted out, Amanda lifted her hands to her hair and shimmied her hips sensually. Feeling Adam’s gaze, she tried to appear oblivious and lost in the music. She turned to face the wall of floor to ceiling windows looking out over the glow of the city lights in the background and her own reflection in the foreground, enhanced by the recessed lighting above, and then suddenly Adam came up on her and touched her at the hips. She turned to face him.

  “Damn, I forgot how good a dancer you are,” he said.

  She smiled at him as he began to groove with her, first touching her hips and then moving his hands around to her ass. He leaned in for a kiss just as the song ended and Amanda pressed her body tight against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. “So are you going to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world?”

  “I sure am, but not without the chocolate fondue. Come help me finish making it.”

  “Oh . . . and what do you plan on doing with that fondue?”

  “Dip you in it,” he said with a devilish grin, causing Amanda to blush and giggle.

  “Okay. I have to run to the bathroom first,” she said before reaching to hold his face with her hands and kissing him again while his hands remained firmly glued to her behind.

  Feeling confident she knew the direction the night was headed, Amanda proceeded to freshen up a bit after closing the bathroom door behind her. It had been nearly a year and a half since she had last been with Adam, and even though she felt turned on by him and wanted to be there with him and even expected to land in bed with him that night, she felt a little apprehensive about it nevertheless and needed a moment to collect herself. “It’s okay, Amanda. Have some fun. You want this. Why not be with Adam? He wants you. You want him. Why not? You and Jake are done. Get over it already,” she said to herself in a low voice as she primped in the mirror.

  When she reemerged from the bathroom five minutes later, Adam had a glass of champagne waiting for her. “This is for you,” he said, handing it to her.

  “Oooh, champagne. Thanks,” she said as she took the fluted glass from him. “And Dom Pérignon at that,” she noticed, seeing the bottle and lifting her brow in delight.

  “Only the best for you, princess,” Adam said, wrapping his arm around her hips and pressing his pelvis to hers before giving her a quick peck on the lips. Then he picked up his glass from the countertop and held it up to her. “Cheers to you.”

  “Cheers to you,” she said back, clinking her glass to his before they both took a sip. “Mmmm . . . and what a nice complement to the fondue. Nothing like champagne and chocolate.”

  Adam stepped over to the stovetop to dip his finger in the fondue pot and then licked it, “I think the chocolate is warm enough.”

  Amanda followed suit. “Mmmm. I can taste the bourbon.”

  “Of course you can,” he said as he watched her go for another dip.

  “Mmmm. You’re so good,” she said all giddy.

  Adam laughed and dipped his finger back in, but instead of licking it, he touched his finger to Amanda’s nose.

  “Oh,” she shrieked not expecting that before giggling and slapping Adam on the arm, playfully.

  “Come here, gorgeous, want me to lick that up for you?”

  “No!” she said, laughing, covering her mouth with her wrist, and leaning away from him. But Adam persisted, pulling her at the hips back toward him. When he attempted to lick her nose, Amanda turned her head to the side still giggling, but then Adam grabbed her chin to turn her face back toward him and then he licked the chocolate off, and kissed her nose, followed by a kiss to her lips, moaning with pleasure and satisfaction along the way.

  “Come on, let’s try the strawberries,” Amanda said, stepping away from him to use a fondue stick to pick up one of the strawberries he’d rinsed and set on a small platter. He moved the fondue pot over to the center island and placed it next to the strawberries. She dipped the strawberry in the chocolate and then served it up for him to eat. “You first. Open wide,” she said, smiling broadly.

  Adam took it and chewed. “Mmmm . . . yummy, but the chocolate tastes better on you than on the strawberry.”

  Amanda grinned as she dipped another strawberry in the chocolate and took a bite for herself. “Yum. That’s so divine,” she said as she chewed.

  Adam used a fondue stick to dip another strawberry in the chocolate. “Ready for the next one?” he said, holding it out to feed her. But when she went to take the chocolate covered strawberry into her mouth, he pulled it away, teasing her and grinning.

  She laughed. “Adam!”

  He put it up to her mouth a second time, but when she went to bite down, he pulled it away again. “Adam, would you stop?” she said giggling and stomping her foot.

  “Chase me, chase me,” he said in a high-pitched voice as he kept putting the strawberry up to her mouth and pulling back. “Bite me, bite me,” he continued to tease, sounding like a cartoon character, as Amanda kept trying to take it with her mouth.

  While giggling and feeling silly at the same, she yelled, “Adam! Give it to me,” and then grabbed his arm and pulled it toward her so that she could take the strawberry from him. But a little tug of war pursued until, finally, Adam relented and pressed the strawberry to her not fully opened mouth, smearing chocolate just below her nose and over her lips.

  Amanda quickly jerked away, and then she looked back at him laughing. “Adam! Look what you did,” she said as she wiped her lips with her fingertips. “And you poked me with the stick,” she protested in a half serious, half playful tone.

  Adam immediately stepped into her and held her arms. “Ohhhh, I’m sorry. Are you okay? I’m sorry,” he said again, sounding like he was speaking to a little girl and then placing his hands to her face and softly kissing her chocolaty lips. He pressed his nose to hers. “Mmmmm, your lips taste so good,” he said before resuming kissing her, transferring chocolate from her lips to his and moaning with satisfaction as he licked his own lips and then returned them to hers to taste some more.

  “You’re so silly,” she said, slapping him across the face gently.

  “Ouch,” he said sensually, placing his hands to her hips and pulling her against him more tightly. “You want to play a little rough, huh? Slap me like that again?”

  She giggled, covering her mouth. Then he grabbed and held her by the ass. “Slap me again,” he commanded. She did and then placed her hands to his face to pull him in for another kiss. Now fully turned on and near ready to strip down naked, she moaned along with him as their kisses went from soft pecks to full-on open mouth kisses, both wildly feasting on the taste of the chocolate between their tongues.

  Amanda could feel Adam’s raging hard-on pressed against her, and when she went down to squeeze it with her right hand, it sent him over the edge. That was all the invitation he needed to take over from there.

  “You want that? You want to feel that again, deep inside you?”

  “Yes,” Amanda said breathlessly with her eyes glazed over. Adam moved his right hand underneath her blouse and began to caress and squeeze her breast as the other hand stayed firmly planted to her ass. Amanda gasped as her body shivered at his touch
. While he moaned hungrily, kissing the top of her chest and then moving up to her neck while still massaging her breast, she closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back in surrender to the sensation of his succulent full lips combined with the roughness of his light beard pressed against her flesh.

  Amanda began to gasp with each breath she took until Adam stopped to lift her blouse off, pulling it over her head as she lifted her arms up to assist him. Then he quickly removed her bra and tossed it to the floor. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he went to hold her around the waist with his left arm while returning his right hand to squeeze and massage her breast, bending down to lick and suck on her nipple, soaking it with the wetness of his tongue.

  As he licked and sucked her nipple, kissing his way back up to her lips and then back down to her nipple, he unzipped her pants and shoved his hand down into her panties to feel the soaking wetness of her sex. Eager to welcome him back in, Amanda gasped and squealed as he inserted his fingers into her while biting down on her nipple. “Oh yeah . . . oh yeah . . . Adam, oh please, Adam. Fuck me, Adam, please,” she begged.

  He finger fucked her harder, nearly driving her to the edge of orgasm before he stopped to pull off her pants and underwear completely, leaving her exposed, leaning back against the counter, breathing hard, her bare chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale, her skin appearing soft, supple, and flawless in the dimness of the light.

  He then pulled off his sweater and discarded his own pants and boxers so that he too was butt naked. Then Adam returned his attention to Amanda’s body, kissing and caressing his way down to a squat before her, then sucking on her clit. It felt so good, the sensation so intense that Amanda thought her knees would buckle, so she used her elbows to hold herself up against the counter. But just when she thought that she couldn’t take anymore, feeling on the brink of sexual delirium, Adam stopped and lifted her from the thighs up and onto the center island countertop, pushing the plate of strawberries and fondue pot out of the way.

  “Are you ready to be dipped?” he asked.

  She looked at him and grinned, knowing exactly what he meant and intended to do to her.

  “You know that I prefer chocolate fondue with a cherry. With just one cherry. Your cherry,” he said, causing the throbbing between Amanda’s legs to intensify with anticipation.

  “I’m ready if you are,” she said, spreading her legs a little and meeting his gaze seductively.

  “Go ahead and lay back and spread your wings wide for me, princess.” When she did, his hands were immediately on her. “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful,” he said leaning down to kiss and lick her sex sweetly.

  “You know, this is my favorite dessert and I haven’t had any for a while, so forgive me if I get a little crazy.” Amanda giggled as she made lazy circles around her nipples with each hand.

  Adam grabbed a spoon from the drawer and scooped it down into the warm, chocolate fondue; he poured the melted goodness down her body and onto her sex as if he were a pastry chef decorating a cake. At first, Amanda’s body tensed up. “Is it too hot?” he asked.

  “No. It’s fine. It feels warm. Actually, it feels good,” she said, spreading her legs a little more, becoming increasingly turned on by Adam’s kinky sex play.

  After he completely covered her sex with the chocolate, Adam slowly followed the fondue trail down from her breasts to her pelvis, finally reaching the junction of her thighs where he feasted, first extending his tongue to lick her softly before pressing his mouth down to eat her mercilessly as he slung her legs over his shoulders, arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her tight. Amanda gasped, shivered, and squirmed as if trying to break free, but then she settled herself into the onslaught, squeezing her breasts and moaning with delight before placing her hands on top of Adam’s head and pressing it down to maximize the pleasure and sensation of his oral treatment. His insatiable appetite for her made her feel like a goddess or an idol splayed across an altar for sexual worship. It felt intense. It felt good. So good in fact that it even felt a bit sacrilegious, but she liked it, and couldn’t get enough. If this is what idolatry feels like, I want more, Amanda thought as she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

  After he licked her clean, he picked her up and inserted his hard, thick cock inside of her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. And then he began to fuck her, hard, bouncing her up and down as they kissed each other with wild abandon. The taste of Amanda’s scent combined with the flavor of bourbon laced chocolate fondue enveloped their tongues.

  “You’re the fucking best,” Adam said to her as she ran her fingers through his hair. “You’re all I want,” he murmured as he kissed and licked her neck and chin.

  In that moment, she wanted Adam and only Adam, feeling emotionally and physically overwhelmed with lust, desire, and adoration for him. “And you’re exactly what I need,” she said back as he fucked and walked at the same time, carrying her into his bedroom. There he finished what she’d started with her flirtatious words, pumping into her with a force and intensity that made Amanda shriek her climax, her hands in his hair, her head thrown back as his own release overtook him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over them both. What joy it was to feast, once again, on his favorite dessert. Her cherry dipped in chocolate.

  * * *

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Adam said as Amanda tossed herself over onto her back, squinting her eyes open.

  “What time is it?

  “Just past nine-thirty.”

  “Ohhh,” she yawned. “I can’t believe I slept that long. I guess I was more tired than I realized,” she said, yawning again but quickly covering her mouth. “Oops, sorry.”

  “I guess I’m partially to blame for that. Sorry for wearing you out and keeping you up into the wee hours.”

  “No, you’re not,” she said with a chuckle, making him laugh too.

  “Yeah, I guess I’m really not all that sorry. I’m actually as happy as a clam, truth be told,” he said hopping back in bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her, and kissing her forehead. “I can’t keep my hands off you. I like waking up beside you,” he said into her ear. “Plus, you’re so damn cute first thing in the morning.”

  Amanda balked. “I’m sure I look like a mess,” she said wiping her eyes and face with her hands.

  “No, you don’t. You look perfect, especially in my bed. You should make a habit of sleeping in it.”

  She paused for a few seconds before answering, “Maybe I will.” Then she leaned into him sniffing his neck. “You smell so fresh and clean. Did you already shower? How long have you been up?”

  “Oh, ’bout an hour or two.”

  “An hour or two?” she said, incredulous. “Wasn’t it nearly five a.m. when we fell asleep?”

  “You know me. I don’t need a lot of sleep. I’m too hyperactive. Always bouncing off the walls thinking about work . . . or something. So I got up, checked email—”

  “Of course you did,” she said sarcastically, knowing how Adam practically lived on his smart phone.

  “Then I decided to take a shower. I wanted you to join me, but didn’t want to wake you from your beauty sleep. You looked so content and peaceful.”

  “Awww. Well, thanks for letting me sleep. I’ll join you next time.”

  “I hope so. So there’ll be a next time?” he asked with a grin across his face.

  “It’s possible,” she said coyly before breaking free of his embrace and hopping out of bed.

  He slapped her on the behind as she stood up. “Where are you goin’?”

  “I need to use the bathroom.”

  “Are you hungry? I’ll make you breakfast.”

  “Sure. That sounds great,” she said before closing the bathroom door behind her.

  “Or do you prefer to go out?” he yelled.

  “Let’s stay here,” she called back.

  Adam had a cheese and vegetable omelet and some sliced fruit waiting when A
manda walked into the kitchen and dining area, wearing only a plush terry-cloth bathrobe after showering; her long, dark hair still tousled and slightly wet.

  “Mmmm. . . this looks delish,” she said, smiling.

  “What do you want to drink? Orange juice, champagne . . . ?”

  “Oh, do you have Dom Pérignon left?”

  “Sure do. There’s plenty. We barely touched the bottle last night.”

  “I’ll take a little of both,” she said sitting down at the table and soaking in the warm rays of the morning sun and light ocean breeze flowing in from the opened sliding glass doors that led to the pool and deck outside.

  Adam poured and mixed orange juice and champagne to make mimosas for both of them and then he joined Amanda at the dining table. “Here you are,” he said placing the drink down before her.

  “Thank you.”

  “Bon appétit.”

  “Bon appétit,” she repeated as they both dug in.

  After taking her first bite, she sighed in delight. “Yum. Parfait!” Amanda said, using the French word for perfect.

  “Merci,” Adam replied. “Since you treated me to such a lovely dinner last night and . . . to my favorite dessert, this is the least I can do.”

  Amanda smiled broadly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Oh, you know I did, and I’ll want more tonight,” he said with a chuckle.

  Amanda reached over to touch and rub his arm, her desire for him still strong and unabated. He then picked up her hand to kiss it softly. “So I checked the Internet this morning, and so far we appear to be in the clear.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “No pictures of us holding hands have popped up. Just saw old pictures of us from like a year and half ago.”

  “Oh,” she said giggling and feeling a little silly for having brought it up the night before.

  “You seemed a little concerned about it last night.”