Velvet and Lace (9 page)

His breath hitched at the sight of her naked body before him. Her breasts were high and perky, her nipples rosy and taught. As he continued to look down her body, he wasn’t any less pleased. Her stomach wasn’t flat or sunk into so that he could see every rib. It was slightly curved and gorgeous. It was real. Her hips were perfect and as he glanced between them he could see her folds framing his cock.

He ran his fingers through the blonde curls covering her mound that were in a landing strip down to her slit. He didn’t move past her curls but he felt her quiver anyway against his touch. She was definitely responsive.

He leaned down and captured one her nipples in between his teeth, lightly, as he tweaked the other one with his free hand. The other moved back underneath her ass, and his fingers curved into the space between her cheeks. He loved how responsive she had been when he touched her ass.

He pushed just slightly against her anus as he continued his slow torture on her breasts. It wasn’t long before she was grinding her very wet pussy against his dick. Each movement had her clit brushing against him and he smiled at her actions. He didn’t want her to come too soon but he had the feeling she was racing to the finish line.

He scooted his chair back a pinch so that she was still sitting on his lap, but her amazing slit was no longer grazing his penis. Her head had flown back when he was teasing her breasts, but now she looked up with a pout on her face. Propping herself up on her elbows, she stared at his cock and then looked back at him.

“I was enjoying that.” She tried pushed her hair back from her face but her arm caught in the shirt, her movements hindered by the fabric. She maneuvered out of the cloth and tossed it aside, returning to her position on her elbows.

“I could see that. But you haven’t earned that orgasm yet.” He tweaked her nipple, pinching slightly.

“Earned?” Her eyebrows shot up. “You aren’t into the whole slave/Master thing are you? I know I like to be spanked but I’m not into the whole you–command–me–to–do–your–bidding thing.” She looked at him with weariness in her gorgeous blue eyes.

“Easy, baby. You took that wrong. I do like commands. They worked pretty well last night.” He winked and she started to smile. “I just wanted it to be good for you. If I make you wait for it, that gorgeous pink pussy will quiver twice as hard for me.”

She still looked hesitant but he returned his mouth to her nipple this time sucking harder. Her head fell back once more and he took the hand that had been rubbing her other breast and slowly slid it down her stomach until he reached the sweet pot of honey between her legs.

He easily parted her folds and dipped his finger into the opening, gathering her juice. Then he grazed her clit and smiled around her nipple as her hips jerked in his direction. When he pushed two fingers inside her waiting cunt, he thought he was going to have to hold down her hips again. He moved his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm as he switched to the other breast.

Daphne began to pant as a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin. When he pushed his index finger harder against her asshole her head jerked up. Her eyes glazed over. He lifted his head from her breast.

“Do you like that?” His voice was low and husky, even to his own ears. She nodded her head slowly. “Have you tried anal before, baby?”

“No.” Her reply was soft. She whimpered as he pressed his finger harder against her, not pressing past her opening, just rubbing in circles.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have any lube here and I have no interest in hurting you. But I would love to try it with you if you wanted to one day.” He moved his fingers in her pussy, to curl up and stroke her g–spot. She nodded her head in response as she began to move her hips in the opposite direction that his finger was circling on her asshole.

He smiled as he watched his fingers move in and out of her cunt. Her juices were coating most of his hand and his eyes couldn’t look away from the vibrant pink of her pussy. When he flicked his free thumb up to graze her clit she began to move shamelessly against his hand.

Watching her body move was making his cock throb painfully. He didn’t think it was possible for him to come without ever laying a hand on his cock but watching Daphne in the throes of passion was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He knew that all it would take was one stoke of his hand and he would be coming on the tanned skin of her stomach.

She began to move more frantically and he thought about withdrawing his hand, but he wanted to give her the ultimate pleasure. He bent forward and reclaimed her nipple at the same time he pressed harder against her clit.

“Oh fuck, Trent, I’m coming!” It only took a second before she came in his arms. Her juices rushed out, coating his hand and his thigh. Hearing her scream out his name was the best thing he'd ever heard.

He continued to move his fingers in and out, stroking her g-spot even harder until a second orgasm washed over her. This time she could only moan and make wild throaty sounds as she came. She was like no one he had ever been with. She was crazy with passion and he loved it.

After a few moments, he withdrew his hand and licked his fingers clean. She tasted like heaven and honey and he didn’t think he would ever get enough of her. Her thighs were trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Finally, she slunk farther onto his lap. Her pussy once against settled up against his now–leaking cock.

When her head came up, she had a twinkle in her eyes. “Will you slide your hips forward a bit?” He did as she asked and was thrilled when she gripped him in her hand. She used her own juices as a lubricant to slowly drive him crazy. He widened his legs further and she was able to graze his balls with her nails. She was torturing him, just as he had tortured her.

He let his head fall back as she pumped her hand up and down. When she shifted in his lap, his breath hitched. He lifted his head just in time to watch her sink that succulent pussy down onto him. She was deliciously tight as she inched his cock into her. Finally, she was resting completely on his thighs and he groaned as she clenched around him.

Using the balls of her feet, she set a deliciously slow rhythm which had them both sweating in minutes. When she began to swirl her hips, he was barely holding on.

“Daphne, baby, you’re going to have to get off of me. I am barely holding on and I don’t have a condom on.” He rested his forehead against her chest as she stilled on top of him. She kissed him deeply and began to ride him in short, quick strokes. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her. “Daphne...” He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence. She quickly climbed off of his lap and kneeled at his side. Before he knew it she was bobbing her head up and down his dick. The feel of her hot, wet mouth and skilled tongue sent him over the edge.

He tried to move her amazing mouth off of him but she refused to budge, working the head of his cock with her mouth and the base with her fist. He slid his hands into her hair.

“Fuck, Daphne.” He threw back his head and roared as she milked every drop of cum out of him. He felt her swallow and another rush went through him. When his heart slowed down a pinch he released the grip he had on her scalp. She had licked him completely clean and was now resting her head on his thigh, placing soft kisses every few seconds.

“You are amazing.” He held out his hand and she took it as they both stood up together. “How about a shower?” He pressed her up against his chest, enjoying all of her softness.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself and a shower sounds amazing. But after, unfortunately, the real world is calling I believe.” She smiled sadly and he hesitated to ask her what the expression was for. But to make light of the situation, he dipped his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her too him. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I think you like this too.” He bit down gently on her shoulder as he walked to his bathroom.

Chapter 6

Daphne rolled her shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension. She had been traveling all day and was ready to get in the shower and then rest. Her agent had called her back to New York for a meeting with the magazine and to discuss where her career was going. She also was able to make an appearance at her other two stores and check in on things. Unfortunately, that meant that she hadn't seen Trent in days.

He had called her a few times to update her on the store and the progress his crew had made. Apparently the floors and walls were completely done. They were redoing the front counter, installing the register, and the security cameras. He needed her to determine where she wanted the displays and clothing racks set up and then the store would be almost complete. The office needed a little work but not much. Finally, they needed to repave the parking lot.

Daphne was getting more and more excited to open up the shop. But she was worried about Trent. They hadn’t spoken much about what had happened between them and she was starting to worry he regretted it. Of course every time they had been on the phone, he had been around his crew. So it could also be a privacy issue.

When her flight landed, she told him she was back in Georgia and would be in Ambrosia in only a couple of hours. He had replied with a smiley face and said he was glad she had a safe trip.

Now, two hours later she was driving through town and trying not to bang her head against her steering wheel. She liked Trent and that night had been some of the best sex she had ever had. But after the shower, they had gotten dressed, kissed one more time, before parting ways. They hadn’t determined if they would see each other again or if it was just a one-time thing.  Now she missed him, and felt like a complete idiot.

As she passed the diner, her stomach growled. She didn’t want to burden Grams with cooking so she pulled into the parking lot.

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At the counter, Patty was working. The older woman brightened as she saw Daphne coming through the door.

“Magnolia! How are you, my dear?” Patty had picked up the endearment from Grams when she was younger and had refused to stop calling her by the familiar nickname.

“I am worn out, Patty, and starving. Do you have anything on special tonight?” She sat herself on one of the barstools at the counter.

“Of course. Tonight, we are doing meatloaf sandwich from yesterday’s special. And blueberry pie is the dessert special. Would you like that or something else?” Patty leaned her elbows on the counter and leaned in. “I’m sorry I’m not serving a certain sexy carpenter tonight.” She winked and jumped back as Daphne playfully swatted at her arm.

“Patty! How do you even know about that?” Daphne felt her cheeks heat from embarrassment.

“Oh honey, everyone knows about it. Did you forget how things work in this town? Once someone saw you leaving Trent’s place in the morning, it spread all over town. But, honey, I can’t blame you one bit. I may be old but I have seen how fine his butt looks in those jeans.” Patty winked and Daphne blushed even deeper. She leaned forward and motioned for Patty to come closer.

“It looks even better out of the jeans.” Daphne smiled guiltily and Patty threw her head back in a roar of laughter that had everyone turning in their direction. Patty had to wipe the tears out of her eyes once she finally stopped laughing.

“So how ‘bout that special?” Patty wrote down the order as Daphne nodded enthusiastically.

“Could you make it to go?” Patty gave a “thumbs up” and took the order to Joey who was bustling about in the kitchen. Daphne sat, going through her emails on her phone for a while until Patty came by with a bag of to–go boxes.

“I remembered how much you liked the pie so I gave you double the order and a small cup of vanilla ice cream to go with it.” Patty winked and then waved away Daphne’s credit card. “For that laugh you gave me, we will call it even. I think I’m having another hot flash just thinking about it.” Daphne protested but Patty wouldn’t budge. “I’ll make you a deal. You won’t pay now and you can give me a discount at that new shop of yours.” Patty winked and surprised Daphne for the second time of the night.

“You know about that too?”

“Well of course I do. Now, that one isn’t a part of town gossip but Anna divulged your little secret last time I saw her. And I have to say, way to go girl! I think it’s a great idea. People in this town need to loosen up! I may be older, but I’m definitely not dead yet.” Her grin got so wide that Daphne couldn’t help but smile with her. Daphne stuck out her hand and they made a deal.

By the time she reached Grams’ house the smell of the meatloaf was making her stomach cramp. She carried her food in the house and determined she would return for her suitcase after she ate. The house was quiet and she found a note on the table from Grams stating she would be back later. Her book club had a meeting.

She had just sat down with her food when her phone buzzed. It was a text message from Trent.

Are you busy?

She quickly responded with a “no”, wondering if everything was okay. It wasn’t incredibly late, only about 9 p.m. but usually Trent called her about the store during the day.

You should come to the front door.

Daphne had barely finished reading the text message when the doorbell rang. She got out of her chair and sprinted to the door, then skidded to halt almost just as quickly. The first thing she realized was her stomach was still growling. She hadn’t begun to eat her food, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She missed Trent more.