“Coming right up.” Victoria got a tumbler, filled it with ice and tea and handed it to him.
“Thanks.” Dalton took the glass and sipped. “It smells wonderful in here.”
“I’m glad you think so.” She pointed to a bar seat. “Have a seat.”
Dalton watched Victoria move about the kitchen, getting everything ready for the dinner.
“Do you need any help?”
Victoria turned and smiled seductively. “I remember what happened the last time you offered your services. If you’re going to give a repeat performance from Saturday, then I would love some help.”
Flames lit Dalton’s eyes. They darkened with desire. “Only if you promise to moan and cry out when you come.”
Victoria walked up to Dalton, snaking her arms around his neck. “Oh. I think we can arrange that.”
Dalton lowered his head and planted a firm kiss on Victoria’s lips. He slid his tongue in to mate with hers. He tasted something sweet and delicious. Had to be chocolate.
He lifted his head, seeing her eyes cloudy with lust.
He was in for it once she got him into her bed, naked and reaching out for each other with pleading eyes.
“As much as I’m looking forward to dinner and seeing your friends, I can’t wait for the dessert.” His voice was raspy and low.
“I’ll just bet.” Victoria removed her arms and went over to the stove to check on her pasta.
Dalton sat back down. “So. Tell me about your family. What do your parents do for a living?” He figured he needed to make small talk or else he would make wild love to her right on the kitchen floor.
Victoria turned around slowly. She paused before answering, not sure how much she should tell Dalton this early in the relationship. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Why not?”
“We’re not exactly what you would call a close knit family.”
He shrugged. “I’m sure all families have their ups and downs.” Like his family. Barely getting by.
Victoria cocked her hip on the counter. She would tell him. Hopefully, he wouldn’t run out once she was through.
“My father is an investor with a big firm, Lowder, Shultz and Bradley. My mother…..she’s…um…she is more like an investor’s wife. Hosting parties. Going on trips. Like an ornament on the arm of my father.
“She has a weird view of what the world should be like. As far as she’s concerned, money has a lot to do with a person’s character. New money doesn’t qualify. It has to be old money or nothing. She’s wrong.” She leaned her head to the side. She noted Dalton’s uneasiness. “What is it?”
“Your mother actually thinks like that?” he asked incredulously.
She nodded. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. It’s twisted, I know. You don’t have to worry that she’ll judge you. Sad to say, she judges people by the kind of job they hold.” She pointed to him. “You’re the president of your own company. But me? I wouldn’t care if you worked at McDonalds. The guys she has set me up with were awful. She only sets me up with them because of their occupation. She can’t see past their wallet to find that they’re conceited and hoity-toity. I couldn’t stand them. They thought they could impress me by their wealth. That doesn’t matter to me.” She shivered, remembering Travis and his convoluted demeanor. Though, she didn’t tell Dalton about him.
“So I won’t be meeting her anytime soon,” he stated.
“Why would you let it bother you?” she asked, puzzled.
“Because I don’t come from money, Victoria. I’m what she would call, ‘new money’. I don’t come from her type of society. I had to work since I was a kid to get here. My family didn’t have a lot, especially after my dad died. We barely got by even with my mom’s multiple jobs and me working odd jobs,” he explained carefully. Since they were in the early stages of their relationship, Dalton felt that he could only shed so much light on this particular subject. He simply couldn’t go into further detail about the help his family received to keep from going hungry, to keep the electricity on and to see that they had clothes for school. He would offer her a more thorough look into his past when he felt it was the right time. He wasn’t lying by omission; he just knew that he needed more time with Victoria before he opened up on such a sensitive matter.
He was still surprised that admitting that much didn’t make him feel disconcerted. Victoria would find out sooner or later. He preferred later until he was convinced that their relationship had stamina.
Victoria took a seat beside Dalton. “You think that matters to me? Look at me. I work for a living. Yeah. I could have taken a different route like my mother. But I didn’t want to be like her or her friends. They’re not just vain and snobby. They’re the worst persnickety bunch I’ve ever met.
“Melissa and I did everything the hard way getting ‘The SweetTooth’ opened. I didn’t accept a penny from my parents for it. Okay, my dad paid for my college tuition. But I suspect that that’s what parents do. After that, I wanted to make it on my own. I didn’t want to be known as a moocher. I didn’t want to be some guy’s wallflower.”
“If she found out about me, your mom would not like it.” Dalton put his hand atop Victoria’s. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to offend you but your mother sounds a little uninformed about what money really means. I mean, there are some great-spirited people who dig ditches but they’re happy with their lives because they have a loving family to go home to.”
“You didn’t offend me. It’s true. My mother needs to change her ways of thinking.” Victoria patted his hand. “Let’s talk about something else. Something better,” she urged.
“Like what I plan to do to you when Melissa and Eric leave?” he asked, his voice a seductive whisper.
Victoria’s mouth went dry. His low, sexy tone made her panties moisten. His eyes held the promise of a hot and wild evening. And to think she pegged him as an un-wild man. Boy, was she wrong and glad about it. She planned on making it right. Tonight.
Her voice lowered to a husky pitch. “Don’t you mean what I plan to do to you when they leave?”
Dalton’s pulse skyrocketed. He wondered how he was going to make the whole evening trying to contain a seriously painful hard-on.
Melissa and Eric arrived at six thirty. Victoria introduced Eric to Dalton.
Both men sat in the living room while the women put the finishing touches on dinner.
“How’s it going so far?” Melissa wanted to know. She whisked the homemade dressing in a bowl before pouring it in a bottle.
Victoria plated the pasta and chicken on a large platter. “So far so good.” She hesitated for a minute. “We talked for a while about family. His and, unfortunately, mine. My mom would freak. Knowing her like I do, I bet my year’s salary on her reaction.”
“Why?”
“As she would say,” she mimicked her mother’s voice. “Victoria, he doesn’t come from a well-bred family.”
Melissa laughed. “I thought he was the president of his very own company. I don’t see how that would make her say that. Besides, Dalton’s a great guy. You’re dating him, not your mother,” she pointed out.
“Precisely. But, I think she picks these losers out because they fit her criteria. They certainly don’t fit mine.” Victoria said as she carried the pasta and chicken dish to the table in the dining room.
Melissa carried the salad and vinaigrette while Victoria got the rest of the food.
Melissa stepped into the living room. “Boys, it’s time to eat.”
The four of them sat down to enjoy some food and conversation.
After dinner, they sat down in the living room, savoring the end part of dinner with steaming cups of coffee and dessert. Victoria caught Dalton’s surreptitious glances. She saw the fire flicker when she dipped her strawberry into mound of fresh whipped cream. For good measure, and a little tease, she slowly licked the cream from her lips, giving him a sideways, smoldering look.
When Melissa and Eric got up
to leave a few minutes later, Dalton couldn’t help but feel a smidgen of relief that eased the tension in her shoulders. That wasn’t the only thing tense but Victoria was the only woman that could relieve this particular issue.
“Victoria, I had a spectacular time as always. Dinner was perfect.” Eric stretched out his hand to Dalton. “Dalton, it was a pleasure meeting you. Let me know when you’re available for tennis.”
Dalton shook Eric’s hand. “Same here. I’ll give you a call sometime next week and let you know when to meet at the courts.” He walked over the Melissa and hugged her. “It was nice seeing you again, Melissa.”
“You, too, Dalton.” She smiled and returned the hug. She was glad that Victoria found this one. She wasn’t fond of exchanging pleasantries with another man Mrs. Bradley beamed over.
Melissa embraced her best friend and whispered, “Go get’em, girl. It’s about time you had a man who knows how to treat a woman.”
Victoria whispered back, “I will. Thanks, Melissa.”
Eric and Melissa walked hand in hand out the door, leaving Victoria and Dalton to their own devices. Which was more than fine to Dalton.
Victoria shut the door. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll only be a minute,” she said, her voice laced with mystery and passion.
Dalton nodded, watching Victoria disappear into her bedroom. He took the opportunity to look at her pictures more closely. He noticed that she had very few of her with her parents. What did that say about her mother and father? Very little, given what Victoria has told him so far.
“Dalton? Could you come in here for a second? I need some help.”
Dalton walked to her bedroom and was floored to see her dressed in a devil red nightie that just barely covered her body. She looked like a siren ready to pull him in. He would gladly follow her anywhere. He suddenly forgot his tongue.
The lights had been dimmed and candles were lit. It softened the look of the room. On the bed were two black silk scarves. Victoria had set a bowl of whipped cream, fudge sauce and two cherries on the nightstand. He smiled at the cherries, having a strong feeling at the insinuation of their presence.
He pointed to them. “Because it’s our first time?”
Victoria laughed softly and nodded. “Very clever.”
Victoria pointed a remote control at the radio and punched a button. Out of the speakers, came sensual sounds, erection inducing whispers and slow enticing music; the kind of music that could incite an extended romp under the covers.
“Wow.” His word was barely audible. He swallowed. Victoria had him drooling and she hadn’t even taken off her clothes or touched him yet. “What kind of music is that? I’ve never heard it before.” Like the music’s sensuality, Victoria also looked the part.
“It’s a mix of New Age, ambient and trance-like music. “I think it has tremendous sex appeal for music, don’t you?”
“It does. And so do you. Come over here,” he urged in a hoarse whisper and opened his arms.
Victoria did as he said and melted in his strong embrace.
Just as a new song started, Dalton gently pulled Victoria’s head back. As the male voice crooned throughout the room, Dalton grazed his lips over her smooth neck in a whisper of a touch. He moved his mouth upwards while blowing a warm breath on her skin. He grinned as he saw goose bumps spread across her neck.
Victoria shuddered and moaned lightly. His lips sent chills all over her fevered skin.
Dalton brought her head back to gaze into her passion-filled eyes. They were clouded with raw desire. Desire that Dalton felt all the way to his toes. It was a heady feeling. He was intoxicated by her excitement; by her need for him.
The rich song and her body combined was an arousing mix. He was so turned on, it took every once of control he could muster no to bury himself deep inside her velvet heat.
Victoria licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted to feel his wet mouth on hers. She grabbed his head in one bold move and pressed her mouth against his.
They kissed wildly; hungrily. His mouth slanting over hers in an erotic dance. Their tongues sparred hotly, drinking in each other’s fervor.
Dalton slowly lifted her head and stared into her eyes. He reached out and gradually worked one strap down her creamy shoulder then the other.
Victoria let it drop into a pool around her ankles. She was gloriously and completely naked. She stepped out of her nightie and kicked it over to the nightstand. She walked closer to Dalton and lifted his shirt and tossed it to join her gown.
She rubbed her breasts up and down his chest, feeling her nipples charge with electric waves of lust.
Dalton felt her pert nipples run along his chest. He gritted his teeth and growled like a savage beast. He needed to taste them. Tease them. He wanted to feel those sweet buds on his tongue.
He pulled back just enough to bring his head down to one around nipple. He had to. It had been begging for his touch. He sucked gently on one sweet pebble while kneading the other in his hand. He heard Victoria’s moans and gasps as he feasted upon her ample mounds. Victoria ran her fingers through his hair.
Dalton lifted his head slightly and blew a warm, soft breath on her wetted nipples. He didn’t think it was possible for them to harden anymore, but they did. Her breasts grew flushed and her nipples pearled in satisfaction.
Victoria smile was secretive as she stepped away and went to her nightstand to grab something. She came back and revealed what she had hidden n the palm of her hand.
He saw a chocolate kiss and a mound of a fluffy white substance he was unfamiliar with. She dipped a finger in the white cloud and brought it to his lips. He stuck his tongue out to taste. It was sticky and it tasted like marshmallow fluff with a trace of mint. He was baffled as to what she wanted to do.
Victoria unwrapped the chocolate kiss and put it on her tongue. She let the majority of it melt in her mouth. She dipped her finger back into the mint laced fluff and brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked every trace of the sweet and refreshing treat from her finger.
“I just love the way chocolate and mint taste together,” she murmured. “Especially if we are able to share it. I love the taste of it in my mouth.” She raised her head. “And I’m going to love the taste of you in my mouth, too.” She gave him a quick and fiery kiss, tasting the combination of chocolate and mint.
She ran her tongue down to his chest, stopping to nibble his taut nipples. She traveled down to his belly, savoring the feel on his hard abs against her mouth. She came to the waist band of his jeans. She made quick work of them, discarding them along with his briefs. She looked up at him one last time before taking him in her mouth.
She moved her head vigorously up and down, taking as much as she could of his impressive length. She took great pleasure in hearing Dalton’s moans and sighs of unadulterated bliss.
Dalton’s control was slipping and he would be coming too soon if he didn’t get Victoria to slow down. Not that it didn’t feel wonderful. It was heaven. But he wanted to get her to the very pinnacle of total fulfillment many times before he surrendered his body to the demands of release.
“Wait.” His voice was thick as he touched her shoulder.
Victoria looked at him with an impish grin as she asked, “Wait?” She stroked his manhood delicately. “Am I making it too hard on you?”
Dalton didn’t miss her double meaning. “It’s just that you’re going to make me come before I get a chance to be inside of you,” he declared breathlessly.
Victoria stood up and turned around so that her lush bottom was pressing into his aching cock. She tilted her head back on his shoulder as his hands found the silky curls at the apex of her thighs. He dipped one finger in slowly, finding her wet and slick with need. He took his finger out and brought it to his lips. She tasted as sweet as honey. He brought the same finger to Victoria’s lips and her pink tongue darted out to lick his finger. His eyes blazed with molten desire when she sucked the tip of his finger.
An
d his control slipped another notch. And it continuously spiraled downward as she swiveled her bottom into his pulsating shaft.
“You’re going to kill me,” he admitted gruffly. “I haven’t even gotten the chance to put my head between those smooth legs.
Victoria grinned and pushed Dalton on the bed. She went up to him, straddled his hips and started moving upwards until she was straddling his face. This way, they could see each other as he worked her with his tongue.
Victoria put her hands between her legs and opened herself up to him. His tongue flicked her quickly. His arms grabbed her heart shaped bottom and squeezed. Victoria threw her head back, letting her hair spill onto her back. She began to move with the motions of Dalton’s tongue. She pushed her hips forward then back, riding his firm tongue as it disappeared inside her.
He licked and sucked the skin at the top of her folds. He moved one of his hands up to slide a finger into her slick body. He continued to lick the wetness, dipping his tongue inside and moving it around. He could feel her muscles clench him.
She shuddered uncontrollable as he sucked her swollen clit. She looked down to find his watching for her reaction. She touched the top of her lip with the tip of her tongue, and then used one of her hands to massage a breast.
He firmed his tongue as hard as he could and moved it in and out, letting her set the pace. She rode sank down on his face quicker, her whole body tingling. He felt her climax as she moaned loudly against his mouth.
“Come here and kiss me,” he demanded in a deep tone. Sexual, primitive….raw.
Victoria crushed her mouth on Dalton’s full lips. Something wild ballooned within her very core as she tasted her satisfaction on his tongue.
The aching between her legs became fierce, like some beast unwilling to be tamed.
“Dalton….ahhhh……please,” she begged breathlessly.
Dalton reached for the foil packet on the nightstand. “Yes, baby.” He unrolled the condom on himself.
“See that wooden post on your headboard?” She nodded. “Face it on your knees and grab it with both hands. Spread your knees out a bit.”
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