The Billionaire From Philly

Chapter15

Victor wasn’t at all surprised to discover that Danielle’s apartment was—if smaller and less expensively furnished than his own—beautiful, and n

early spotlessly clean. Bet a hundred thousand she spent way more time than she should have cleaning it before you came over, he thought wryly as he kicked off his shoes at the door, following Danielle’s example. Her furniture was plainer, and a little more worn than his, and the rug showed signs of being sun-faded, but it was obvious—if he’d ever doubted it—that she had good taste.

“I have a bottle of wine for us, if you’re interested,” Danielle said, sounding almost shy, and Victor smiled at her.

“I’d love some,” he said.

“It’s a Malbec, from Argentina,” Danielle told him. “The guy at the wine shop told me it would be good for after dinner.” Victor almost laughed and then stopped himself; he could just picture Danielle going into a wine shop, all business, asking about what kind of wine she should buy.

Not being swayed by the clerk’s more outlandish ideas, but instead giving him a specific price range and asking smart questions, all because she wanted to look cultured—for him. She might not be ready to admit she has actual feelings for me, but you can tell she does, he thought, his body warming up at the thought of all the trouble Danielle had gone to for their date.

She poured the wine and led him into the living room, and Victor thought about how best to move things on from the post-dinner glow and into the intimate state that he wanted. Ever since he’d arrived at the Franklin Institute and collected their tickets, he had been on the point of being ready to have sex with Danielle, assuming she wanted it.

When has she ever not wanted it? One of the reasons—when he’d thought about reasons, after the run-in with the journalist outside of his office—that he liked her so much, Victor knew, was because she seemed to have an identical libido to his. There never seemed to be a time when he wanted it and she didn’t, or she wanted it and he didn’t.

He sipped the wine that was worth Danielle’s trouble in getting it; a little sweet, but not sugary, tart with a full flavor, it was just the thing to wind down with after the date. He glanced at Danielle and considered how to make the next move. “You have a really nice place,” he said, setting the glass down. He reached out and grabbed—carefully, gently—for Danielle’s feet and pulled them onto his lap, giving her plenty of opportunity to smooth her sundress around her legs and keep from flashing him, even though it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. He began to rub her feet, and watched as Danielle relaxed, bit by bit, sinking into the couch cushions next to him as she sipped her wine.

“This is not a bad deal,” she said, opening her eyes to smile at him.

“I do have an ulterior motive,” Victor admitted. His hands shifted upward along her ankle, to her calf, and he felt Danielle briefly tense and then relax into his touch. Victor worked his way up her calf slowly, towards her knee, holding her gaze. “I just want you to get relaxed enough to make a move.” Danielle chuckled, and set her glass of wine down.

“Joke’s on you, rich boy: I’m already relaxed enough,” she said with a grin. Victor raised an eyebrow, slightly tickling along the backside of her knee.

“Is that so?” Danielle squirmed under the impetus of his tickling and Victor decided to make his move while she was—at least slightly—distracted. He leaned in closer and kissed her eagerly, even as he pulled Danielle more thoroughly into his lap. Danielle made a muffled noise—not protest, more surprised—and a moment later she was on his lap fully, straddling him in her sundress, kissing him just as hungrily as he kissed her.

Victor let his hands wander over Danielle’s body slowly, savoring the feeling of her curves, the full heaviness of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress and then the firmness of her hips just below her tight, slim waist. She shifted on top of him, rocking slowly back and forth as their kiss heated up, and Victor felt himself immediately starting to get hard from just the mild friction of her barely rubbing against him.

Victor made himself slow down, even as heat pooled along his groin, even as Danielle’s movements on top of him deepened and he could swear he could almost feel how wet she was, even through layers of clothes. He pulled back a little bit, dipping down from Danielle’s lips to the column of her throat, nipping and nibbling the sensitive spots there before moving back up to claim her mouth once more. He rested his hands on her hips to slow down her grinding against him, even while he rocked his hips up to rub against the heat between her legs.

“I thought—fuck—I thought you said you were ready to make a move,” Danielle teased as she pushed her hips down for deeper contact with the hard ridge at the front of his jeans.

“I am,” Victor said lightly, nibbling just sharply enough at the spot above her right collarbone that always made her gasp. “I just want to take my time and enjoy this.” Danielle laughed breathlessly and pulled his face back up to hers, kissing him hungrily, nipping at his bottom lip even as her tongue slid against his.

“We have all night, Vic,” she murmured against his lips, taking her hands away from his face and shoulders to reach around to her own back. “We can go as many times as you want.” Victor chuckled and pushed her hands away from the zipper on her dress, replacing them with his own.

“Maybe we’ll go nice and slow later, then,” he suggested, tugging the zipper on her dress slowly down. At the same time, Danielle went to work on the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly with the first few before getting into the groove; by the time he had her zipper completely undone, she only had two buttons left on his shirt.

Victor stood up carefully, setting Danielle on her feet in front of him to let her take off her dress the rest of the way while he stripped off his shirt. She gave him a quick, knowing look as she stood in front of him in nothing more than her bra and panties, and then gave him a playful shove back onto the couch.

Victor watched in thrilled amusement as Danielle dropped elegantly to her knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes in brief flicks even as she leaned in to open the fly on his jeans. He knew there was really no arguing with what she wanted—especially not when he would welcome what she had in mind anyway—and instead of fighting it, he watched her intently as Danielle unzipped and unbuttoned, pulled fabric aside and somehow—like magic—extricated his fully erect cock from his pants in a matter of moments, with no help from him.

He forced himself to keep his eyes open as he felt Danielle’s hot breath against his sensitive skin, and then as her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the spongy head of his erection with the kind of expertise that came from having done this to him enough times to know what he really liked.

His hand moved as if with a mind of its own, reaching for her head, but Victor didn’t push her down to take more of him into her mouth; instead he tangled his fingers in her braided hair, letting his own head fall back slightly as Danielle took more and more of him into the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked and licked, her fingers wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, and Victor moaned out, struggling to keep his eyes open as the woman he loved worked him.

“God, you’re way too fucking good at this,” he muttered, groaning, as Danielle worked her lips slowly, all the way down, until they pressed against her fingers wrapped around him and then pulled back bit by bit. She moaned around him, swallowing as she moved down again, letting him feel every part of her mouth except for her teeth wrapped around his achingly hard cock, and Victor gave himself up to the pleasure, keeping his focus just enough to not push her down or let his hips buck too hard as Danielle worshipped him with her mouth.

Victor struggled to hold himself back as he became more and more turned on; he could feel the tension gathering in his balls, along his groin, like a hot wire coiling through his hips, ready to break at any moment. He didn’t want to finish in Danielle’s mouth—at least, not this time—and when he could feel himself hitting the point where he would tumble over into climax in a matter of seconds, he carefully pushed her away from him.

Victor took slow, steadying breaths, shaking a bit as he fought back the temptation to just go ahead and finish. He pulled Danielle up and kissed her hungrily, able to taste traces of himself on her lips; but it was so hot, so intensely erotic that it only made Victor taste Danielle’s mouth more eagerly.

He reached around to her back and found the clasp of her bra, unhooking the closure as quickly as he could as he felt Danielle moving against him—shimmying out of her panties. Victor broke away from her lips as he tugged the straps of her bra down her shoulders and along her arms, freeing her full, heavy breasts, and then he cupped both in his hands, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss them each in turn.

He found her nipples and began to worship them with his lips and tongue, almost but not quite mimicking what she’d been doing to his cock only moments before, feeling them harden between his lips as he sucked each nub in turn into his mouth.

The two of them got tangled up in each other’s limbs, touching and kissing each other, until Danielle climbed onto Victor’s lap, straddling his hips, and Victor looked up into her face, knowing that act two was about to start. “I’m glad tomorrow is Saturday,” he said, kissing the base of her throat lightly. Danielle laughed, rubbing her soaking wet folds against his cock, and kissed his forehead.