After a moment, Scotty pulls me up beside him. “You…” he says, and I grin at him because I think for once he is actually speechless, thanks to me. “That was incredible,” he whispers, and puts my head on his broad shoulder, and all I can think is that I want to be nowhere else, not ever.
Scotty leads me to one of his sofas, this one in black leather so soft it’s ridiculous. He kneels, and gathers up my dress, bringing it up to my hips before telling me to sit down. I have an idea what he’s got in mind, and yeah I’ve never had anyone do it before and I’m feeling a little nerv—
—oh my. Ohh. His tongue…oohh, that’s mmm, really really good…
He’s gotten my soaked panties off and his mouth is right over my center, his tongue flicking, teasing, probing. I’m writhing on the sofa, I’ve never felt anything this amazing, it’s way beyond what I imagined…my hands are on his shoulders then in his hair and I’m calling out his name, my body is shaking as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm. He reaches up and slides a hand down my dress, touching my breast, pinching my nipple, and suddenly I want nothing more but to feel him on top of me, inside me.
I pull on his shoulder and he looks up at me. Our eyes meet, so full of love, and he knows what I want because he wants it too.
“We are going out tonight,” he says with a light laugh, as I stand up and he unzips my dress. “But we’ve got time. Plenty of time,” he murmurs, and then when my dress falls in a puddle of red silk at my feet, he gasps.
That’s maybe the most gratifying gasp I ever heard. I watch his eyes move up and down, taking me in, and his greedy expression of lust makes me so hot I can’t wait another second to feel him inside me.
“Take me,” I say, and he picks me up and carries me into his bedroom, spreads his beautiful body over mine, and kisses my neck, my lips, my shoulder. Then he rises up so he can kiss my breasts and my nipples, and whatever that is he does with his tongue sends bolts of heat through me, my toes are curling and everything in me feels soft and melting. He reaches down with one hand and guides his stiff rod to my opening, but he doesn’t push inside, not yet. He sucks on one nipple, taking it deep into his mouth, then he kisses me again, and I’m spinning, falling into bliss, and the sharp pain when he enters me subsides quickly and is replaced by the exquisite feeling of him sliding in and out of me while I feel the weight on him on top of me.
“Oh Scotty,” I say, over and over. He brings his hand to my nub and rubs it while he strokes himself in and out, and wow, it’s just right, it’s delicious, it’s…
And then I feel him swell inside me and he’s telling me he loves me and we both go over at the same moment, into the bliss, into absolute ecstasy.
“Um,” I say, once the tremors have subsided. “Tell me why we haven’t been doing this ever since we first met?”
And that’s the story of how Scotty and I went from enemies to lovers in the space of a few days. It’ll be a great story to tell our children, although I think I’ll skip the part about the puddle of red silk at my feet, and how once we got to the gala, we had to sneak off for a quick make-out session because it was dragging on so long.
Listen to me, talking about being at this ultra-fancy thing getting my picture taken every few minutes like it was boring me to death. The truth is, I’d marry Scotty even if he was broke. I’ve been poor and while I wouldn’t choose it, it’s way better than being rich and alone.
We don’t have anything to do with Randy Caulter now. My mom visits every once in a while, and I’m always glad to see her, and I hope someday she can get up the courage to leave her dirtbag husband. But I keep my mouth shut, because…boundaries and all.
I’ve got to run—Martin’s got us all packed for a trip to Barbados in Scotty’s private jet.
Lovers is so much better than enemies….