"It must be if you weren’t able to penetrate it." Bob smirks at me. "He doesn’t like to lose."
I laugh at that.
Aurei continues, "She has one rule she never breaks for anyone and everyone knows it, so I didn’t have a chance."
His mother smiles at me. "What rule is that, dear?"
He is so competent!
"Rule #1: No touching!" Everyone laughs. "My only job is to entertain the audience on the stage."
"Your Mother brags on you. She’s so proud and she should be. From what little we saw, you certainly know how to move."
"Yes, she does." Aurei agrees with a naughty smirk on his face and everyone laughs again.
"No need to share those details, son. We get it." Bob gives him a little wink, then he and Zita exchange a look that says, they know their boy.
Just then Marco comes in and announces. "Siri, I have prepared your Chocolate Soufflé for dessert. We’ve cleared the bar in the kitchen for you to dance on."
Aurei laughs and tells his parents. "Siri has a mime routine she does for charity and she is going to do it for Marco if his Chocolate Soufflé is better than the Vegas chefs."
GAWD! I LOVE YOU! You make everything perfect!
He gives me a wink and leans in for a kiss. "I haven’t seen it yet, but I’m looking forward to it too."
"I am too." Zita says. "Marco, bring the dessert as soon as it’s ready. I believe we have all finished."
He nods, then waves to his staff and they begin clearing our places and setting new dishes for dessert.
"Where did you learn to mime?" Zita asks me.
"I just picked it up." I chuckle. "When I graduated from FSU, my roomie and I went to Vegas and got jobs at Coyote Ugly. I learned it there.... Thus, the dancing on the bar."
"Of course." She says and her eyes crinkle when she smiles.
Marco himself serves my dish and waits for me to take my first bite. As soon as it hits my mouth, I know it is the best I have ever had! I roll my eyes back in my head and lean into it. "UMM!" I put my hand up. "UMM! Oh my! Marco! This is …."
He grins and struts off. "I’ve made another woman speechless!"
When we are finished and the table is cleared, Marco comes back to get me. "Come, Little Dancer. It is time."
Everyone follows us into the kitchen. With one last look that warns 'nothing erotic' Aurei picks me up and sets me on the bar. "Do you need music?"
Immediately starting my routine, I pretend to lock my mouth and throw away the key, dropping it and kicking it around like a soccer ball, then out into the little audience of kitchen help. I kick up into a handstand, lower myself to my forearms and arch my back. Putting my feet on Aurei’s head, I pretend to batter him with them. Everyone laughs, while we smile into each other’s eyes.
I got this. Watch me work. I wink at him.
Next I move down the length of the bar jumping, spinning, kicking and slapping it to the beat of Queen’s "We Will Rock You." My audience always takes it up, clapping and the kitchen staff is no different. The little space begins to rock!
Standing up, clapping over my head to keep it going, then calling the help over to me with my fingers one by one, I mess with each of them. Playing with their chef’s hats, tossing them up and kicking them, or fluffing their hair while making faces and hand gestures. Then I use his one man’s head for a pretend desk where I drum my fingers and several women’s heads I play a piano on, and another man’s I beat a drum on. No one is left out. I even have them play spin the bottle, where I’m the bottle and they have to kiss each other. Everyone is dying laughing and I see Zita wiping tears from laughing so hard. Even Bob is chuckling like mad.
For my Grand Finale, I do the can-can dance which everyone takes up the clapping rhythm to. I throw in some straddle and pike jumps, which gets cheers too. I finish the dance at the opposite end of the bar from where Aurei is standing. The place is hopping with the beat of their claps. I look over my shoulder, pretend to see a scary monster, run in place, then I take off and sprint three hard strides, jump, tuck and roll in the air, doing a front flip. When I land I throw my arms forward and do another, but this time a 'walk’ over with extended open legs. When I land again, I stagger the next two steps to the edge of the bar, throw my hands up, pretend to lose my balance and fall forward into Aurei’s safe arms, but I don’t. Instead I regain my balance, turn to the crowd and give them a gymnast farewell tah-dah salute, arching my back hard enough to hurt with my arms in the air, then I relax and beckon their thunderous applause, waving madly to them. They give it to me generously and I blow kisses. I look down to see Aurei’s beaming face shining on me so I reach down to him. When his arms reach for me, I slap them away and make a face to the group like he’s crazy. The clapping and cheers turn into laughter as they watch interested in what’s about to happen to him. I reach behind his ear and 'magically’ produce the key that unlocks my mouth. After I insert it and turn it, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out at him, then I stuff the invisible key in my cleavage, pat it twice, then spin around and simply topple over right into Aurei’s strong waiting arms. Everyone laughs. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. Everyone cheers!
When he sets me down, he asks very seriously. "Who catches you in Vegas?"
"Brutus, of course." I laugh at him.
"Hmm." He growls low and it makes me giggle. "Does he get a kiss too?"
"Ummhmm." I laugh and he growls again. "But his is on the cheek. Brutus is gay, Aurei. Didn’t I tell you? He’s like my big brother. BIG brother." I put my hand up, stretch and indicate how tall he is, then I stretch them out and show how broad he is. "He’s a former NFL linebacker."
"No. You forgot that tiny detail." He pinches his fingers together and shows me a little tiny gap, making me giggle.
Marco arrives with a handful of flowers from some bouquet he’s robbed and offers them with a bow. "Bravo! Questo è stato magnifico!" He slips momentary into Italian.
I accept them with a deep courtesy. "I hope you enjoyed mine as much as I enjoyed yours."
"We are even, Steven." He says, then slaps Aurei’s shoulder and walks away. "Keep that one."
"Yep." Aurei grins at me.
A few of the other kitchen staff come over and he talks to them while Zita gives me another hug. "That was incredibly funny! Thank you! I haven’t laughed that hard in years!"
"It’s so much fun to do! I’m glad you enjoyed it."
Quintus walks up and Zita starts the introductions, but he tells her he has already met me. "Did you catch the little show?" She asks him.
"Yes, I did." He looks at me and cocks his eyebrow. "Very funny, but very different than what you normally dance." He tells Zita. "I’ve caught her show in Vegas."
"Ah! How about that!" She replies. She sees someone behind him and waves, then is off to greet them.
"You don’t know me." I give him a little attitude. I’m still pissed at him. "I’m the most versatile dancer under contract and I dance in many different ways. It’s part of my job." Suddenly I see the light of an 'ah ha' moment come on, and I realize he just connected the dots between me and Surreal. He is very perceptive.
"Ah! I see! So that’s why you are untouchable. Makes sense now. You do a great job hiding that secret."
"Some of us are better than others at hiding our secrets." I give him a look that tells him, 'I can see a few of yours hiding behind the facade you present'.
"Really?"
"Really. Do you currently have a little girl?"
He grins and says, "Not currently."
Aurei turns back to join our conversation, and we drop the subject. Quintus tells him. "I’ve scheduled the press conference this afternoon. Some family are starting to arrive. I suggest you two return to the cabin and wait for the dinner tonight before you begin introducing everyone to Siri. I’d like at least a few hours of quiet on the social media sites so the Press can correct their assumption of her career and clear the way for family pictures to begin
blasting again. This time with the right perception of who she is."
"What perception is that?" Aurei asks.
"Our very own American, Italian Stallion, Billionaire Bachelor, Philanthropist, and Military Hero, Maximus Aurelius Moore." He laughs at Aurei’s cocked eyebrows and 'really?' smirk. "Meets in his Alabama hometown, his very own Miss Wright, who just so happens to be a Vegas Diva, and they have fallen in love. Of course their true love romance is destined to be the top story that will run in news feeds." His face holds a completely arrogant look as he tells us. "Or they will be shut out of my press releases." Then he grins at Aurei, whose face looks both shocked and impressed. "I know it sounds over the top, but we will run with it."
"All right. As long as you deal with them." Aurei tells him, then looks at me. "Let’s go to bed."
"But I’m not sleepy after that performance." My eyes twinkle at him.
"Good. I’m not either."
Chapter Twenty-Three
In the Roadster, Aurei tells me. "Tonight I want you to wear a red dress, with a pushup bra, and matching pump stilettos. I want your hair up too with little stray strands hanging down." His hand moves to play with my hair.
"Why?" We turn down the drive and the garage door opens automatically.
"I want everyone’s head to turn when you walk in. I want your presence to fill the room." His voice is soft.
"Well, red will definitely accomplish that. Do I have a red dress?"
"Yes, you do." He tells me as he turns the car off. "And I want you to wear makeup."
Curious now as to what is going through his mind, I ask, frowning. "Why? I thought you prefer me without it."
"Not a lot, but enough to accent your features." His eyes cherish my face. "You are stunning, Siri. I want everyone to see your undeniable beauty. I want them to know without question that you are mine, but more importantly, I want them to know beyond any doubt that you belong by my side." His eyes find mine. The tenderness I see makes me melt.
"I do belong by your side." I whisper and my lips tremble.
"Yes. You do." His voice is quiet and calming. "Every time my eyes touch you, I will want you. Your big eyes with their unique color and your pouty lips." His finger finds my lips and he rests it there. The trembling stops with his touch and he looks down on my mouth. The little hairs on my face, stand at attention, yearning for movement from his finger. His lips pout as he gently pulls my bottom lip down and a hole is created. "The image of these pouty lips teasing my dick will be on my mind tonight."
That image makes me cream myself. "Will we steal away to a broom closet?" My hand finds his bulging package again and I stroke him.
His eyes smile and he says, "No. We will be on our best behavior tonight." He looks down at the console and his finger lingers on my lip a moment more, then he removes it, and hits a button. The car doors unhinge and rise.
"I could suck you in the car?" I tease him as his golden halo shines in the overhead lights and his feet hit the floor to stand.
He ignores me and leans away to stand. I watch as his, oh so, perfect ass, hugged tight to perfection by the riding pants, struts around the front of the Roadster.
Too bad I can’t spank it.
I’m grinning with that thought when he pulls me to my feet and leans down to kiss my lips. My eyes close and my senses heighten. I feel his breath blow over the little hairs on my face and my tummy lurches hard.
Funny how every part of your skin when you’re in love sends happy sensations to your special places. Something lust cannot do.
His lips brush mine and he says, "Rain check on the BJ. I have something I want to show you." Then he bends over, reaches around my waist, dips his shoulder and hoists me up. My face stares at his crotch, I start to giggle. "My lips are so pouty right now! You should see them!" I purse them and suck a long kissing sound through them, then I smack them loudly.
"You are a naughty tease!" He chuckles.
As soon as we enter the house, I start playing with his zipper. At the Bear, he stops to open the doors and I manage to push it down. He swats my hands away as we walk to the bed, and I wiggle, wrestling with him.
"Be still or you’re going to land on your head." He tells me. When we reach the bed, I lift my legs straight up and he crushes my body to his to keep from dropping me. I arch my back and he squats so my feet touch, then he releases me, and I collapse onto my back. When he sits, he takes his boots, then his clothes off, so I do the same. I toss them at him, and he neatly sets them neatly next to his.
Right when he looks back, I say, "I’m hungry." Then I strike a super serious, sexy, pouty lip pose.
He chuckles and crawls to me, teasing me softly. "Are you asking to eat me?"
I nod. "I’m hungry for your sausage."
We beam into each other’s eyes, sharing one of those true moments that connect on a whole other level.
He rolls over and lays on his back and I crawl down between his legs. He spreads them so I can get intimate with him and I proceed to give him some excellent pouty lip love. I look up as he progresses and see his eyes are sometimes closed, sometimes staring at the mosaic, and sometimes watching me. When he is close to blowing his wad, he sits up and plays with my hair, keeping it from getting wet and entangled.
"Ummhmm." I hum on him and he lays his head back.
"Ah!" Then he tilts it forward again and strains. "Like that, Baby."
I hum again and hold the tone as long as I can.
Again, his head falls back. Then the hand in my hair curls into a ball, and I look up to see him leaning on one arm, muscles flexed, gripping my hair. The deep ridges his mounds of muscles make are an awesome sight as he strains to ejaculate. The hand wrapped in my hair pulls me down onto his rod and he rides me going in deep. I glance up to see his intense orgasmic face right before he grunts his release. I finish pumping him dry until he lets my hair go and falls back on the bed.
The view of him sprawled out, relaxed, and satisfied makes me feel more powerful than any show performance I have ever done.
He’s changing everything. I would give it all up for him.
The reality of that awareness is stunning to me.
"What you do to me, Maximus Aurelius Moore," I whisper.
He takes a deep breath, then holds his hand out to me. "Come here and let me do that to you. It’s your turn."
I purr like a kitten. "Me-ow!"
He chuckles. " Come sit on my face."
I crawl up and spin around, straddling him. His hands touch my waist and guide me as I back into position. Then he cups my hips firmly in his big hands and eases me down. My whole wet world is control by him. He encourages me to ride freely until I’m gripping the bed covers and moaning a sweet, easy release.
When I stop, his hands rest on my hips and his thumbs stroke me gently. I look down on his face and his eyes are closed. I try to roll off, but he holds me firmly in place, and then his tongue is creating more sweetness and I burst again with another orgasm. A super sweet, long one. When this one is over, I collapse on him, breathing hard and deep as he caresses me.
Then he slaps my ass hard! "Pow!"
My head jerks up and I sit on his face again. He pins me down and another wave of super sensitive stimulation begins and I soak him again. This time when I collapse, he lets me rest on his abs and the rhythm of his breathing, rising and falling, rocks me to sleep. When I wake, I’ve drooled a puddle of spit on him. His abs flex when he wakes and I roll off, smiling at him, then I die laughing.
"You, Sir, are a complete mess and need a total bath! Can we have one filled with bubbles again?"
He grins big and beautiful. "Yes, Ma’am. Sounds good."
I step off the bed and reach out to him. He takes my hand and I lean back, pulling him up. He holds it and puts his arm around my shoulders. We walk out to the hot tub and he flips the switch. The bubbles begin and we ease in.
"Ah! That feels so good!"
We soak ourselves and relax in silence. Leaning our heads
against the edge and touching with only our fingertips, we let the circulating bubbles wash away the remnants of our love making session. There is no need to talk right now. We are both completely satisfied. My eyes close and my mind is still. Only the softness of the water caressing my skin fills my mind, cleansing it too of the noise that generally plays in the background.
I feel his fingers tapping mine. I open my eyes and turn my face to his. His peaceful expression soothes me. "I enjoy making you moan."
My expression returns his. "Me too."
He smirks. "Note to self, a satisfied Siri is a concise communicator."
I chuckle, close my eyes and pitifully splash water with the tips of my fingers. "Your whore is enjoying herself."
He splashes water on me.
I open my eyes to see his twinkling. The crinkle is back and he pushes off the wall to come hold me in his arms. I tilt my head and grin as I put my arms around his neck. "Sup?"
"Do you like to swing?" He asks as he walks us to the infinity edge.
That word triggers flashes of images in my head. One right after the other. Quintus, Darren and Angela, The Swingers, some of my Unforgettable Fantasies, but just as quickly as they pop in, they are dismissed as ludicrous. He isn’t asking that.
He starts to laugh under his breath. "I don’t want to know what just ran through your naughty mind, but I was referring to swinging in a sex swing."
"Oh!" I giggle. "That sounds like fun! Is it?"
He laughs. "I don’t know. I’ve never used it. But when I bought it, it sounded like fun."
He slips us carefully over the edge into the cooling pool and we swim side by side to other end. We go back inside dripping wet and run through the bedroom to the bath for towels. He grabs our clothes on the way, digs our phones out, tosses them on the bed, then follows me into the bathroom. I go into the closet to grab the towels and he drops our clothes in a hidden laundry chute in the bathroom. We meet back in the dressing room. He steps comes in with a black leather harness and drops it on the bench.
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