“Thanks. But this isn’t even my dress.” She gestured to her large ball of blue taffeta and form fitted bodice. Whether it was hers or not, it was made for her.
“Pft, half these people rented their outfits.”
“But aren’t they all…really rich?” She said the word like it was some sort of poison.
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “but a dress or a tux isn’t a sound investment. That’s all they’re about.” I explained, or maybe it was just my two cents.
“What about your tux?” She gestured to my last minute tailored suit. I laughed a bit.
“Uh, I bought this. But I hate suits.” I didn’t want to tell her about the
threshold between some of us. Most of the money in there couldn’t actually buy a six thousand dollar suit this last minute. It was like I wanted to be someone else around her, maybe because she didn’t automatically know me or come after me just to get into my wallet.
It was one of the reasons I didn’t want to bother with the dating scene again. The women googled me but pretended not to know anything about me. I didn’t want that, I didn’t want someone who would use me like Vivian did ever since I made my first million.
“I’m not really a dress person either.” She smirked, glancing up at me and then looking away when she saw I was looking at her.
I loved how timid she was. It made the primal male in me come out and wanted to bring her out of her shell.
“But you wear one very well. Seriously.” I grazed my bottom lip with my teeth before she looked up at me. Again, she looked away.
“You’re very flattering.” She replied.
“I’m honest.” I retorted.
I moved my head to the right slightly and adjusted the tightness in my bow tie. When it didn’t budge, I quickly loosened it, feeling her eyes on me. I hoped she didn’t think I was undressing or something. Or maybe subconsciously I was. I shoved it in my back pocket as we rounded the corner past the second fountain.
“This is really nice, I wonder who did this.” I commented on the landscaping. The last event Sasha hosted didn’t look this good at all. “Whoever did it put my favorite flowers in.” I said. I wasn’t sure why I was even talking so much, usually it was see and take with women, but I didn’t want to do that to her. I felt an urge to have a real conversation with her.
Maybe it was because she was the first person in a while to treat me like a real person. And not ask me about Vivian.
“You have a favorite flower?” Her soft voice piqued. I stopped her at the second wall of creeping vines. They were all intricately entwined and tangled, you couldn’t tell they weren’t natural.
“Yeah, that so hard to believe?” I stood across her as she leaned into the wall. I would think she was leaning away from me, but her chest and hips were pointed right towards me; and she tried to hide it, but I could see how she would look at my lips, and elsewhere, before she blushed and averted her gaze.
“They’re lilacs. They remind me of my mom.” She forced a smile, but I could tell her face softened and her eyes went dark. Maybe it had something to do with moms, but she regained her composure quicker than I could ask about it.
“That’s sweet.” Her big blue eyes looked up at me innocently, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped close to her, my hand on the other side of her hip, trapping her between me and the wall.
Her lower lip trembled, full, and the color of a ripe peach. Fuck, I bet she tasted as good as she looked. I couldn’t hold off anymore, I felt the heat creeping up to my neck as I closed the space between us. We were five inches apart, then none, and then my lips were on hers.
I wasn’t holding back either, I crushed her against the wall, her soft body was plush against mine. Warm, and inviting my lips moved with hers. Her breasts pillowed against my chest, her hips were against mine as I closed the space between us. My thigh wedged a space between her legs as I settled between them, feeling the heat of her core against my thigh.
Her small hands grazed my arm under my jacket, her nails dug in as I deepened the kiss. She gasped into my mouth as I pressed my hardness against her. She had me rock hard in seconds, and I hadn’t even seen anything yet. It was her scent, her natural allure, she was fucking gorgeous. Her skin was so smooth and creamy, I wanted to explore every inch of it with my hands, and my lips. Mostly my lips.
Her hands moved to my chest and she applied slight pressure, I broke away as she gasped for air. My eyes went straight to hers. They were wide and wandering. I knew she was curious. But she was still timid, and I wanted to break that out of her. I wanted to make her scream as she came.
“I don’t usually do that. Kiss strangers in flower mazes.” She said between raspy breaths, her eyes searching mine as she broke the silence.
“What else do you not usually do?” I pressed. Maybe I could get some insight to who she really was. Something other than what my dick was making me think.
My eyes trailed her skin; I wanted to taste the smooth skin of her neck, down to her ample breasts straining against the bodice of her dress. All I heard was the sound of the night, the water of the fountain, and her fast breathing.
“Um…”
I interrupted her by kissing her again. I couldn’t help it. But this time she didn’t waste time before kissing me back and searing her fingers through my hair to kiss me even harder. My tongue grazed her bottom lip and she moaned into my mouth, parting her lips so my tongue could lap over hers. I was vaguely aware that someone could catch us, but I still didn’t care.
Maybe I jumped the gun, but my hands bunched up the fabric of her dress, and higher until I reached the apex of her thighs and the heat of her sex was on my hand. She broke away for air, and my lips just went to her neck, grazing small kisses across her collarbone until I took her lips again.