101 EROTICA STORIES (57 page)

That stopped her. She gave him a sharp glare. “I don’t think that this is the right time to talk about this, Ronsard.”

“At least you knew I was going to marry then,” he continued. “You had the chance to stop things from happening.”

The breath was completely wiped out from her. “Don’t you fucking dare, Ronsard. Not now.” she barked out at him, her forefinger pointing at his face.

She walked past him and opened the door to go inside the dining area. Amy and Millie had the sense to stop from their gawking and ogling and scampered into the kitchen. She also saw Leo following Damon, who was at her heels. He was telling him something she couldn’t understand.

But that was her chance to get away. Victoria decided to go up to her room, pack and leave immediately. As soon as she was inside the room, she started grabbing her clothes and stuffing it inside her luggage. A few minutes passed when she heard the knock.

Thinking it was Leo she opened it wide and was a bit surprised to see Damon there. Knowing she can’t possibly push him out, she sneered, turned her back on him and continued to pack.

“I have never seen you in that sort of dress, baby.” he said after a while.

That made her pause a bit, feeling slightly conscious with the flowing, floor-length, cream-colored, cotton dress with tiny capped sleeves she was wearing. “You haven’t seen me in a while.”

“That’s true.” he conceded then slowly moved beside her.

She continued with what she was doing and stiffened when she felt his warmth at her back. “You have five minutes to say your piece, Ronsard. Leo and I are leaving.”

“Why?” he asked evenly.

“Don’t be daft, Ronsard. Those two old biddies downstairs are spreading vile shit all over town. I don’t want it and you do not need that.” she answered.

“That’s probably because you slept with me but you’re having breakfast with Leo.” he said, knowing all too well that Amy the gossip monger might have had her ear pressed in her door last night.

She reddened at that, he saw, but kept quiet.

“What makes you think I care about what they say?” he inquired.

She snorted. “Please.” she said with feeling.

“I was an ass then, I admit that.” he owned up. “I made fucked-up decisions. I’m sorry about what I did that to you then and I’m sorry I did that to myself.”

That’s one of the things she wanted to hear, right? But her heart wanted more. Then again, the trauma of years ago was enough to make her believe that last night was nothing more than a great ‘hello, you’re back, goodbye’ fuck.

“It’s good you’re being honest to yourself.” was all she said.

“Don’t cut me up in pieces, Vic.”

“Oh, and that matters to you, huh.” she stated, not asked.

He pulled her up to face him. “Yes, it does matter.”

And then she saw the determined, almost angry, glint in his eyes. Only a small whisper came out of her mouth. “What do you want?” She wanted to say more but she was trembling already. Her eyes already had the clear sheen of tears.

Damon stared at her eyes, thinking that her direct green gaze was something that he wanted to look at for the rest of his life. He has been thinking about this since he left her room this morning. He was sure now of what he wants. This is what he’s been wanting for years, truth be told. Now he can tell her.

“You, I want you.” he said quietly before he captured her mouth in a sweet, slow kiss.

***

Slowly, he yanked the capped sleeves of her shoulders as he pushed Victoria onto the bed. His other hand drifted to her legs, crumpling the white cotton material and sliding it up to reveal her tanned length of legs.

“You said we’ll talk.” she told him accusingly, but her body was traitorous. Her nipples were hardened peaks under the shift; her vagina was lubing itself already – wanting him in spades.

“It’s difficult to talk when you’re around.” he confesses. Damon’s eyes honed in on her breasts. “Shit, baby, I can see your nipples.” And he wet his lips before he captured one nipple through the cotton dress.

Victoria’s body arched, wanting more. Her hands came up to yank the cloth covering her other breast, exposing it. Damon chuckled, knowing that she wants him to suck on her other nipple. And he did.

Meanwhile, his hands were massaging her legs, going higher to her center and finding a very tiny piece of cloth covering her pussy. Damon lifted his head from her breast to peek lower.

“Wow. That’s a great piece to take off, baby.” he whispered, awed with what he saw.  Then he went down, bunching the skirt around her waist while Victoria completely pulled her top down.

“I think I’ll have a taste.” he said, stretching her panty out of the way and licking the crevice from top to bottom. Victoria’s gasp came out sharp, but she was helpless wanting more. She started kneading her breasts and plucking her nipples instead.

Damon teased her, running his tongue only on the slit and not touching on her clit. He saw her hands pinching her nipples and grinned. “You want more, baby?”

“Please… Please, I need you now.” Victoria said, begging him.

“Not yet, baby.” he whispered. With his two fingers, Damon exposed her throbbing bud and touched it slightly, making Victoria come off the bed all of a sudden.

“Now, please, please…”

He chuckled at that but he relented, inserting a finger inside her passage. He circled around it, feeling the juices flow on his finger.

Another moan came out of her. “More,”

He smiled at that. However, he wasn’t ready to enter her yet. He popped another finger in her, letting both slide in and out of her. She nearly came off the bed.

“Damn you Ronsard! Come inside me now!”

Now, he was ready. Damon got up and unbuttoned his pants. His thick, long shaft jutted out. Victoria’s hand grabbed it immediately, milking him. A bead of pre-cum came out of his penis but he peeled her hands off him. He was going to come if he let her stroke him more. “Patience is a virtue, baby.”

She whimpered at that. Damon can’t wait anymore either so he plunged half of his length into her, making her moan. “More, please!”

Her hands clutched at his hips, pulling it down. At the same time, she wanted to arch her pelvis up at him, allowing him in completely but his hand held her down.

Damon slipped his other hand under her nape, pulling her up to him for a violent kiss. Just as his tongue slid inside her mouth, curling around her tongue, he drove into her all the way.

Another gasp escaped her lips, but she welcomed him in. She was so agitated that she was meeting his powerful thrusts. His hand slipped in between their bodies and found her clitoris, rubbing it.

Then she felt the spasms building. She was close – oh so close to completion. And then she climaxed and saw stars.

Damon drove into her twice more until he spilled his seed into her with a groan and a low grumble of “I love you.”

***

“That’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible?” he asked, lying on his side to look at her.

She shrugged, pulling the sheets to cover her breasts.

He shook his head, wanting to pull the sheet down once more, but allowed her to keep it over her naked body. “I really don’t want to start explaining about what happened before, Vic. All I know is that I was a mess when you left-”

She was referring to his grumbled declaration of love, of course, but was not too brave to say it yet. What if he denies it? What if he was supposed to say ‘I loved that’ and said ‘you’ instead?

Victoria knew she was over-thinking things so she steered it to something else. His blunder last night was a safer topic, anyway. “But I remember you leaving me last night.”

“That was early this morning,” he corrected, trying to find humor in the situation. When her lips pulled into a thin, serious line, he sobered as well. “But you have to believe me, baby. It was a huge error on my part. I had doubts you felt something for me when you didn’t say a thing.”

Her face crumpled in a frown. “You were already set on marrying Elise, as I remember. Your mother wanted that as well. You seemed like you wanted it as well. Nothing I’ll do or say would change that, will it?”

He used his arm to cover his eyes. It seemed to her that he couldn’t find a good answer. That was enough for her, making her even more resolved with her decision.

“There is nothing for me here.” she said finally after a seemingly lengthy silence. She raised herself up and yanked her dress from under his legs so she can cover herself.

Although her heart was beating so painfully hard in her chest, she told herself to get up and zip her luggage closed. “I need to go back to New York and all. I’ve business to attend to there.” she said, unable to look back at him.

He shook his still-bowed head again. “I can’t let you leave again, baby.” he said then he grasped her hand and pulled her back down to the bed beside him. “Please Victoria. Please.”

“What?” she asked in a whisper.