Two Wrongs (Meant To Be 1)

Fuck yeah, this is my kind of winning. “Deal.”

“This is the kind of camping I could get used to.” She spins around, running her hands over the shining burlwood wall as I close and lock the partition that separates the driver from the back of the RV which is more like a very fucking high end mobile condo.

When I hatched my plan, I first thought I’d get a limo. Then, I picked up the phone to charter a plane. But, both of those has flaws. The limo was too impersonal, too cramped. The flight would be too fast, not enough time for what I planned.

So, I got on the phone with a company I know tricks out custom RV’s for musicians and high end clients. I told him to give me the best one he had that I could buy sight unseen, deliver it with a driver to the airport and there was no jacking around on price.

It was worth the three-hundred grand. It’s perfect and more perfect because she thinks so as well.

The engine hums as I feel the massive machine pull forward taking me toward my future.

“You hungry? Thirsty?” I move to the little kitchen and open the refrigerator and show her the inside which is stocked with everything from champagne, to orange juice, soda, food, cheeses, fruit.

“No.”

She leans on the counter and I reach for her hand. “I’m hungry. If you remember, my sister cock blocked my dessert last night.”

She smiles as her eyes sparkle. “That she did. I hope we can mend that fence.”

“Already done. Now, come. I want to show you something.”

I shift her in front of me, hands on her shoulders and walk her toward the back of the bus to the closed door.

“Open it.”

The door clicks open as she pushes, and her little gasp and the way her hands fly to her mouth and she does this little skip jump in place is just what I was going for.

“You are crazy.”

I walk us forward, the room lit with low candles in glass holders. The scent of roses filling the air.

The room is lined with vases and vases of white roses. A thousand but that’s not all.

She walks to the vase sitting on a little dresser, all of them had to be siliconed in place to make sure they didn’t fall all over if we had to stop short but I’m happy with what they were able to do in the time frame I gave them.

“What’s with the one red rose?” She turns, her finger touching the crimson petals.

“It’s you. Everything else is white and plain and colorless but you? You are red and bright and the one thing I’ve been looking for my entire life.”

I’m feeling like the luckiest man on the earth when I ease the zipper down on the back of her navy and white polka-dot dress.

“I’m keeping you.” I nuzzle against her neck, slipping her dress down her shoulders letting it fall at her feet. “Just so you know, so it’s clear.”

I feel her lungs fill and I know she’s going to give me some sassy retort but I cut her off at the pass with the trifecta of my teeth on the nape of her neck, one hand sliding down her belly and taking a handful of her pussy while my other hand slips under her bra and tweaks her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Jesus!” Is all she manages before her body starts to tremble and I strum her clit, feeling the warm juicy wetness I’ve not stopped thinking about since I touched her last night.

I kiss her neck and grind my hard-on against her ass.

She strains, turning her head to look at me. “I have a secret.”

“What’s that baby?”

“Last night?”

“Yes.” I ease her around so she’s facing me, sitting her down on the edge of the bed and kneeling down in front of her.

“I’ve never—” She worries her lip and pops her lips together and my balls feel like they’re filled with lead. “I have this thing, like a wand? Right?”

“A toy.” I manage already realizing the jealous rage at an inanimate object is not healthy but that doesn’t seem to matter.

She shrugs a shoulder as I unclasp her bra and slip it down her arms.

“I’ve tried to, you know, get there, but all I could ever do was sort of get almost to that point…” She raises her voice, pointing a finger upward, “then, nothing. Flat line. But I did. Last night. With you.”

Pride swells in my chest like a misogynist asshole but I don’t care.

“Your first orgasm was with me. I want all your firsts from now on baby. And your next one is going to be on my face. In my mouth.”

She wiggles her hips as I tug down her little panties. “Yes, but I mean, what about…” She tightens her lips and points to my crotch. “That looks like it needs some attention to.”