Baby V (Chianti Kisses #1)

by Tara Oakes

  Dom sets me down on the plush mattress, my knees curled under, as I prop myself on them to gain the height needed to lift the offending shirt from its position under his belt. The buttons are my next obstacle, and I find that I lack the patience needed to tend to them. I weigh my options.

  Oh, to hell with the options.

  I tear at the material, surprised at my own strength as the fabric gives way. The muted thudding of buttons popping and bouncing nearby give audible proof of my bravado. Dom tears his rough lips from mine.

  “Babe!” He chuckles.

  I smile to myself in the darkness, pressing my finger to his lips. “Shhh....”

  I return my fingertips to his belt area and pull harshly at his undershirt, lifting it upwards with no regard for the cotton as I toss it far from me. The room is almost completely pitch black now, but I can feel Dom’s eyes boring in to me as I drop my own eyes blindly to the general area where my hands explore the curves and indentations of each muscle as it melts into the next. I wonder how the heat coming off his skin isn’t burning me.

  I flatten my palm over his chest and feel the rhthymic beating vibrating through his flesh. The even beats call out me, unspoken words soothing and beckoning me to explore them further. I obey.

  I press my lips into the indented area. The soft, short, scattered hairs tingle my lips as I play with them and sift through them to find the firm skin below. Dom’s hands roam through my hair, fisting handfuls to accompany his growl. His fingers tighten in my locks, forcing my head to follow their momentum as he pulls me back, my chin angled up into the dark area where his lips must be.

  “You’ve always been mine, V. I’ve waited so long to tell you. Now I’m going to show you.”

  My head is held immobile as I feel the air displacement from his movements. His breath bathes over me, testament to the close proximity of his mouth, his lips.

  “Tell me you want me to show you, V. Say it now.”

  I swallow hard. The deep huskiness to his voice baits me, hook line and sinker.

  “Show me.” My words don’t do justice to the request I am making of him, begging of him. Regardless, he grants it. His lips meet mine, teeth scraping against my plumpness as they deliciously attack my mouth, holding me captive as his hands release their grip from my hair, sliding down my back to the zipper.

  I hear the “zzz” sound as a cool breeze makes it’s way across my back, trailing gooseflesh in its wake. The scorching areas of my skin still confined within my cocktail dress benefit from the coolness. Dom guides the straps down past my shoulders as gravity helps pull them away from the sensitive peaks aching for him.

  His lips expertly control my flesh, masterfully manipulating them to bend to his will and offering distraction while my dress pools around my bent knees. Dom presses his fingertips into my shoulders supplying momentum for my body to fall back to the softness of his king-sized bed.

  He taunts me, fingers playing with my skin, crawling along on their way down my body. My deep breaths cause my chest to heave, rising and falling under his touch. His touch swirls itself down my core playing with the waistband of my lace boy briefs. One hand rests there, toying with the delicate material as the other pushes hard against the puddle of black satin that was my dress. It’s whipped past the lower part of my legs and I hear a snapping sound as it wisps through the night air. I arch my head back, my body bowing with building frustration. My underwear are next to sail across the room, leaving me exposed, displayed, in front of him.

  I hear his breathing, deep and deliberate as his palm soothes the area deep beneath my navel, previously confined in lace. My knees bring themselves together, clutching themselves tightly as Dom’s kneading becomes more demanding, leaving a fire beneath it deep in my belly. His palm leads the rest of his hand down and up the seam between my legs, thighs, knees, resting on one bent kneecap while his other hand joins on the matching one. Firm pressure pries the pair of knees apart.

  I gasp, my breathing becoming erratic as my lower half is now opened to him, waiting for him to do as he pleases. The darkness adds fuel to the fire as I am left to imagine his unseen movements. My heightened senses are on alert, waiting for the next touch. I can only imagine what it will be, my mind playing cruel games with itself trying to guess his next move.

  A warm, spongy slickness targets the very center of my delicate area, splaying itself, contouring every nook and cranny of my opening. The long list of possibilities my mind was able to form to prepare myself did not include this. I squeal in surprise at the intrusion, my body instinctively backing away from the intensity his muscular tongue is applying.

  His hands grab hold of my hips, pressing them down, pinning them in place as he feasts on my weeping flesh, my whimpers filling the steam filled room. Unable to move my lower half in response to the need to release the pressure in my muscles, my hands search in the darkness, clawing at the bedding as it gathers in my fists. I pull hard on my fistfuls of fabric, releasing tension in the action.

  No longer stationary, his tongue how explores in between my folds traveling north, feeling more delicious with every inch. I feel a cold sweat beading on my brow, my body clearly just as confused as my mind is. Dom’s tongue teases the swollen area at the peak of my cleft, his lips deliberately latching on and pressing themselves together in a profoundly pleasurable way.

  I scream aloud as an explosive burst takes hold of me. My body quakes and shivers from the experience, my eyes press so tightly together that a blinding white light sears itself over them.

  My body suffers aftershock and aftershock, diminishing in intensity and strength as Dom removes himself, leaving me craving him in his absence. I hear a plastic crumpling sound, a metal clinking and jingling and finally a subtle unzipping. I struggle to make visual sense of the shapes and shadows to match the soundtrack I hear. His form is back in position at the end of the bed, centered between my knees.

  “We’re gonna go slow and steady, babe. I want you to feel every inch of me, V, and I want to feel every second of this.”

  I can’t bring myself to speak. There really is no need, as his words provide clear direction with no need for interpretation. My heavy breathing is loud, though, providing my answer.

  His thighs press forward into mine, their weight pushing mine up toward my chest. He assists the movement by pushing my knees up with his hands. I feel a cool, rounded mass make contact with my most sensitive flesh. Dom’s arm shifts over to the head of the bed and I hear movement. He lifts my neck while inserting a pillow under it. His palm inches over to my cheek, caressing it’s plumpness lovingly, his thumb explores over to my lower lip, slowly swiping back and forth across its length.

  His body lowers itself down onto me as his hips settle deep in between mine. Dom teases and tempts my opening with his firmness, it’s tip intruding into me. His chest is now lowered to mine, his lips playing with my own, offering deep and lingering kisses to soothe my nerves.

  The pressure builds, my tissues stretch and straining to fit the object seeking entry. My body tenses around it, clasping and hugging it closely, offering resistance but proving to be little obstacle as Dom’s extension continues to fill me further than I believed possible. Inch by inch, his girth occupies me fully.

  Dom pauses, trailing kisses across my lips, my jaw line. We rest in place, My body begins to relax. That wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I’ve heard it can be. I exhale a sigh of relief, now free to focus on Dom as our bodies unite, rather than anxiously awaiting the feared surge of pain I was expecting. I answer his kiss deeply with as much passion as I can muster. Dom’s lips linger over mine.

  “Are you ready? Please tell me you’re ready. I can’t hold back anymore, baby…” He practically begs.

  Ready for what? My mind races. I hold on to his shoulders, unsure of what he’s referring to. His body thrusts into me, pushing my tissues past their threshold, bordering on pain as I call out. I had mistakenly believed his entire length had already entered into me, only to b
e shocked that his insertion was less than half of what he had to offer.

  I quiver at the shock of what has just happened. He whispers into the darkness while soothing words escape his lips... sweet words pouring from him as I recover, registering the amount of discomfort of my body and surprised to find that there is little of it left. The mumbled, jumbled incoherent sounds clarify themselves as my mind focuses, drowning out the background static of my panic.

  “I’ll always love you, V. You’ll always be mine.”

  ~*~

  Random thoughts enter and leave my mind effortlessly as we lay still in silence, wrapped in each other. Every few minutes or so, one of us will administer some sort of affection to the other, alerting them that they are still awake. Everything I had learned of, heard from my girlfriends paled in comparison to what has just happened. There are very few word in english language to explain it or describe it. It was simply.... perfect. Beyond a few moments of discomfort, the display of our love for each other was more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.

  Dom kisses the hairline above my forehead as I am cradled into the nook of his neck. His warm breath coaxes me deeper into a state of relaxation, dangerously flirting on the verge of sleep. I don’t want to fall asleep, to remove myself from this moment. I want it to linger, to just... stay this way. My body must be releasing some hormonal type of chemical to numb and pain or soreness as I feel perfectly fine, better even, here in his arms.

  Amongst the randomness of my mind, at the moment, is a fleeting realization that I am no longer what I was before. I am no longer the innocent, sheltered, Baby V that kept her virtue intact to one day offer her life partner. I’ve just given it to him, I am now, simply... his V.

  ~*~

  The vapors of steam swirl and twirl within the confines of the tiled chamber as I lather and rinse myself using the lavender scented bath oils. Soreness has crept into my muscles this last hour or so as last night lapses further and further away. The heat is helping to soothe the areas but it also brings a reminder of the heat Dom’s own skin can offer, and is therefor a double edged sword.

  Unable to stand the torture any longer, with my body now once again aching for his forgotten touch, I dry myself and dress for the day. The material flows over my softened skin as the bath oils had provided a silky medium, the long sundress falling into place. The gauzy fabric bounces around my legs as I take the downward steps, leading my way to the kitchen and the caffeinated aroma to feed my addiction.

  The flattened screen over the breakfast area is vivid with color as the financial news plays out. Dom casts his eyes up from the pouring of his coffee to watch as I make my entrance. The action has left his cup overfilled, leaking onto the surrounding countertop. Dom notices the liquid heat spilling and carefully sets the carafe down where it can do no more harm.

  His eyes darken over as he inspects my approaching form, a smile playing on his lips.

  “Good morning…” What? Couldn’t I think of anything better than to say other than Good morning?

  Dom’s eyebrow twitches. “Yes... it is. Come here.”

  My stomach jolts from the excitement of his command. I make my way to him slowly, our eyes speaking to each other as they near. As I am enter his reach, he grabs for me, reigning me in, too impatient to have waited any longer. His lips crash down to mine offering a sensual greeting all their own. My body molds into his, longing for the connection we are able to give one another.

  “My God, V. I swear you look more beautiful...” His eyes close, forehead resting against mine. I laugh nervously at the compliment.

  A pattering of footsteps echoes into the room. “Oh, sorry darlings. I’m just looking for my phone.” Aunt Rosie scans the room for her hidden device. “For the life of me, I cannot remember where I left it.”

  It hasn’t been long but I don’t think I’ll ever get used our family’s nonchalant regard when it comes to our relationship. I pull back from Dom’s embrace as his mother continues her search of the kitchen.

  “Oh, don’t mind me dear, I’ll be out of your hair in a moment. We’re heading out to check on the construction over at your mom’s house.... Got it!” Aunt Rosie finds her phone tucked behind the blender. “Now how did it get there?”she wonders aloud.

  Dom and I laugh at the sweet woman as she places the guilty phone into her pocket. Now free to turn her attention to us, she checks on our daily plans.

  “So what do you two love-birds have in store for today?”

  I nearly choke on my coffee at the antiquated reference to love-birds. “Nothing special. Just heading out to the office.”

  “Actually... we’re not going to the office today.” Dom casually informs us both.

  I look at him, confusion creasing it’s way through my facial muscles, and then my tone as I reply, “We’re not?”

  Dom shakes his head smugly. “Nope. We’re taking a day to scout locations for the benefit gala. All calls will be forwarded to our cells.”

  Aunt Rosie beams, clapping her hands together, “That sounds wonderful! You two kids have a great time!” She kisses us both and then heads out to join the other feminine voices gathered near the front of the house.

  With our third wheel now gone, I turn once more to Dom, my eyebrow raised in silent question. “What?... I want you all to myself today. It’s beautiful out. Let’s go enjoy it.” His lips return to play with mine. Teasing them, before he adds, “Besides.... I plan on enjoying you all day.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  The late morning sun showers us with its rays, the top to the convertible down, allowing full exposure to the warm light. The tiny hairs escaping from under my baseball cap flap themselves around in the current of air. This car must be one of Dom’s newest ones, one of his toys, with this being my first trip taken in it. We head east on the Long Island Expressway, heading out to wine country. The North Fork of the island houses some of the most beautiful vineyards I have ever seen. It may be a little bit of a trek, but, it’s one gorgeous drive.

  As we leave suburbia behind, the greens of the landscape and blues of the sky become more vivid, crisp. Quite possible just a figment of my imagination, I swear the air seems fresher. I tilt my head back, allowing some sunlight to peak past the bill of my cap and bathe me, my sunglasses shielding my eyes. This is heaven.

  The bridled strength of the engine takes its time carrying us past the large oak trees and quaint farmhouses. I squeeze Dom’s hand, resting on my thigh to share my excitement at the views, pointing and observing them in awe. Tiny farm stands dot the road side, the happy merchants offering goods and conversation to their customers. It’s such a peaceful, relaxing little slice of Americana, just over two hours from the hustle and bustle of the busy Manhattan streets.

  Dom’s silver car turns onto a well-worn dirt road, leading us to a large wooden building. The “Bird’s Nest” vineyard expands itself before us. The lush grape vines visible in the background, neatly organized in unending rows of leaves and bunches of fruit.

  Once parked in front of the large covered porch, I look to my driver and offer an excited smile. Unable to contain myself, I rip off my baseball cap, tossing it into the back seat and ruffle my hand through my wavy, wind-blown hair before exiting the car. The dust from our drive up is settling around the car as we leave it behind, entering the shade from the victorian-styled porch.

  Two gentlemen with clipboards in hand are speaking in one of the far corners of the outdoor sanctuary. They take notice of us as we approach, and one calls out to Dom.

  “Hey! Glad you can finally make it! I’ve been begging you to take the drive out here for months!” The man embraces Dom before turning to me. “And this must be your girl, hmm? I’ll try not to steal her from you, bud.”

  The handsome, blonde man in a button down linen shirt with khaki pants and brown leather shoes lifts my hand to his lips and gives it a sweet, innocent kiss, while playfully darting his eyes to Dom and giving him a wink.

  Dom laughs and gives him p
ush. “Enough, bro. V, this is Dan Schultz. He’s an old fraternity brother of mine from school. Dan,” he turns to me, “This... is my girlfriend,Vincenza.”

  With a formal introduction made, I smile to my new acquaintance. “Please, call me V.”

  Dan smiles playfully, accepting my invitation, “Sweetheart, I will call you anything you want me to.”

  I laugh. These frat boys…there’s always a special streak of mischief in them.

  “So, let me give you guys the grand tour! Welcome to Bird’s Nest Vineyards, established three years ago, with my brains and Dom’s backing.”

  I glance over to Dom at the sudden revelation. I didn’t realize he was an investor in a vineyard. My attention is quickly brought back to our host as he guides us through the front room of the converted farm house.

  “We are one of the busiest vineyards on the North Fork. We offer wine tastings, large group events, weddings, live music out on the back deck on the weekends. It’s a great place to come and hang out, unwind on your day off, a real chill kind of atmosphere.”

  That word fits perfectly with Dan and his laid back, surfer vibe. I look around the bright and airy rooms, the beautiful yet simple décor and local treasures spread about. Old black and white pictures are framed throughout the shelves of novelties for sale, depicting the rich history of the area. I pick one such frame up and admire the antiquated family depicted within, when I hear the male voices enter.

  “Sales have been great, overhead kept low. Feedback and reviews are spectacular. We’ve hit a real niche here, filled the gap between some of the older, more traditional wineries out here, and the younger crowd looking for a new hangout. And I couldn’t have done it without you, bro. You stepped in when no one else would take the risk. I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.”

  Dom pats his friend on the back, “Now don’t get all sappy on me. Just... name your first born son after me and we’ll call it a wash.”