Dare Me Forever (14 page)

Ryan picked me up and
took me to the fanciest restaurant right off of Ocean Avenue, a sweet
Italian place that I’d always wanted to try, but would never dare
spend the kind of money it took to eat there.

“This is an
incredible surprise,” I said as I stepped out of his Mercedes.
“I’ve always wanted to come here.”

“This is dinner, not
the surprise. Be patient.” His eyes twinkled.

The maître-d took us
to a choice table on the balcony. Ryan must come here a lot, as we
had the best table in the restaurant by far. The heat of the day had
dissipated with the sun, but the night air still tingled with a bit
of warmth. Ryan ordered us a bottle of wine, and held my gaze as I
lifted the glass to my lips.

As I was about to take
a sip, he said, “A toast, to serendipity. To you.”

I raised my glass in
response, already feeling color rising to my cheeks although I’d
had nothing to drink. Our classes clinked together softly, creating a
gentle ringing that hung in the air even after we had put our glasses
down. I took a taste. It was a delicious red, but even more delicious
was the way Ryan was looking at me across the table. He looked deep
into my eyes, his gaze gentle but focused. I felt like he was really
seeing me, the inside of me, and was happy with who he saw. He rested
one hand on the table. I couldn’t stop thinking of what it would
feel like to have that hand all over my body. I’d never imagined
being so attracted to someone I’d just met, but it felt deeper,
truer than a physical infatuation. It felt like destiny.

Softly, his foot began
rubbing mine below the table. Ryan had slipped off his loafer, and
was slowly tickling his foot up my leg. I couldn’t stop
anticipating where his foot would land—it had been so hot under the
table at the fundraiser. I could feel the inside of my thighs
tingling in anticipation and excitement.

The server came to the
table. Ryan continued his slow crawl up my leg. Teasing me,
leisurely, gently. I tried to keep my face relaxed, but his
deliberate assent was making it hard for me to breathe normally.

Ryan ordered for us
both, an array of appetizers and entrees. I wasn’t used to someone
ordering for me, and part of me wanted to protest that I could do it
myself. But he was obviously used to such decadence, ordering
oysters, pancakes with caviar, some young mozzarella with tomatoes,
that I decided to hold my tongue for once. I was excited to eat, but
how I could handle a long meal, when all I really longed for was
sitting across the table from me?

“Did you grow up
eating like this?” I asked him.

“Not even close. It
was just my mum and me from the time I was a kid. It was more often
bangers and mash on a good day.” He was speaking in a light way,
but there was a seriousness underneath his words, a sadness that I
could sense in his tone like an extra note added to the chord, not
detracting from the music, but adding an extra
something
that
was hard to put your finger on.

“Bangers? Is that
even a food?”

“Or sorry, sausages
for you Americans,” he said teasingly.

“Where exactly did
you grow up?”

“Brighton. The
definition for urban blight at the time.” His voice was steady, and
his jaw was tight, even as he tried to sound casual.

“And your parents?”
I was so curious about him and his life.

“My dad stuck around
until I was six months old, and then took off to who knows where. I
had a good mum, but with working all the time, trying to make ends
meet, she wasn’t around. I started working for us as early as I can
remember. Helping neighbors with their chickens in exchange for eggs.
Running errands and delivering messages. Doing any and all odd jobs
to help make our lives’ easier.” He looked away.

“So if I ever need
someone to help me with my chickens, you’re my man?” He smiled
back at me. I could see he wanted to steer away from the more serious
stuff from his past. I didn’t want to push him. I understood how it
felt. Sometimes you just couldn’t dig up that old pain.

“My Dad was the cook
in our house,” I said, swilling my red wine in my glass as I spoke
and admiring its long legs dripping slowly down the sides. “He made
a mean meatloaf. My mom couldn’t stand the kitchen, but I’d spent
so much time with him in there, after he died, I took over the
cooking. Maybe some time I’ll make you something.”

“I’d love that.”

As each course was
presented, Ryan made sure I tried some of each delicacy. He fed me
each bite slowly, slipping the food into my mouth, watching me enjoy
it. As we moved through the expensive bottle of wine, I felt my head
growing lighter and my body more relaxed.

Finally, it was time
for dessert. Chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of
champagne. I picked up one of the lush berries and slowly licked the
chocolate off the fruit, making no effort to hide the red juice
dribbling down my lips. Ryan’s eyes grew wider as he could tell
what I was thinking about. He gestured to the waiter for the bill. I
smiled and pressed a napkin to my lips.

It couldn’t come soon
enough for either of us. As we waited for the check, he leaned over
and whispered in my ear “I can’t wait to taste
you
.”

Outside the restaurant,
waiting for his car, I could barely constrain my eagerness. If I
could feel this kind of passion from the caress of his cashmere sock
on my bare calf, what kind of ecstasy could he bring me when he
touched my other parts? He’d made me come wildly on the beach, in
my dreams, after that fundraiser, and now hopefully, I could feel all
of him inside me again. The car pulled up and we both got in.

“Take off your
panties,” Ryan whispered as soon as we pulled away from the
restaurant. I hooked my finger around my new lacy pink g-string and
pulled, shimmying to get them off my high-heeled feet. I finally
yanked them free. Ryan grabbed them and put them to his nose. “You
smell so sweet.” Inching his hand along my thigh, he drew figure
eights up to the edge of my sex. I felt my nipples harden as he
continued his slow climb. He gently rubbed me, softly squeezing my
mound. I shuddered in anticipation.

“I want to get you
home so I can see you,” Ryan said. I couldn’t wait. I could
hardly keep my breathing steady. I’d never felt so turned on, so
excited, so quickly.

We turned off the road,
and down a long cobbled drive. It was the Somerset Hotel. I stuffed
my new pink panties into my purse. I’d only been to the hotel once,
to deliver a few dresses when I worked at
Curve
. But I’d
left the dresses with the concierge in the lobby and had never seen
much more of the interior. What I had seen though was gorgeous.

Ryan braked at the
valet and explained to me that he was staying at the hotel while he
renovated his house. He practically ordered me out of the car to his
suite. Little did he know how willing I was. Nothing could keep me
away.

As we entered the
elevator, all I could imagine was what kind of pleasure awaited me in
his room.

Amy

I thought the lobby was
gorgeous, but it paled in comparison to the sumptuous suite where
Ryan was living. I didn’t know hotel rooms could be so big. It took
all my self-restraint not to run and jump on the huge king size bed
and see how high I could bounce.

Ryan took of his jacket
and slowly loosened his tie. I liked watching him, wanted to touch
him, but I wanted him to make the first move. I walked further into
the room and noticed small chocolates on the bed pillows. I couldn’t
resist the chocolate. I stood by the side of the bed, and reached
over to grab the small sweet. I heard Ryan walking towards me and
then felt his body behind my back.

His hands circled my
waist, and he began kissing my neck, starting at the nape and working
his way down to my shoulder.

“Oh Amy, you have the
most gorgeous body.” He tightened his hands on my hips, and slowly
caressed my ear with his mouth. I tried to turn around to kiss him
but he wouldn’t let me.

Ryan bent down and took
off my shoes, and then stood back up and unzipped the back of the
dress, helping me out of it. My panties were already off, and I felt
a bit nervous with only the matching push up bra. I quickly forgot my
hesitation as he stroked my ass with one hand, while gripping my
breast softly with his other as he held me against his body. He was
still wearing his shirt and pants, and I yearned for him to take them
off.

He turned me around and
playfully pushed me onto the bed.

I landed on the soft
mattress and watched excitedly as he unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes
scorched my body and I couldn’t wait for his hands, his mouth, his
whole body against mine.

“Come here,” I
murmured, gesturing for him to slide on top of me. He moved closer.

“Close your eyes.”

I did as he said. I
could feel his breath hovering over my face, on my chest, and then I
felt his lips on my stomach, giving me gentle kisses, making his way
down to my center. He came back up to my face and tied his tie around
my eyes. I felt a rush as the fabric obscured the room around me.

I’d never been
blindfolded before. It was different, and I felt and heard everything
more intensely. My skin seemed even more sensitive than it had a
minute before when I could see.

He pulled my legs
apart, and continued his slow descent, kissing, licking till he was
on top of my mound. He began licking me down there. I tingled with
desire.

“Oh Amy, you taste so
good.”

It felt incredible,
bringing me to heights of ecstasy I’d never known. I felt like my
body was made for this but once he could tell I was near an orgasm,
he pulled back, not letting me come. He started to put less and less
pressure, until it was barely more than a stroke here and there,
making me die for more. It was delicious agony. Suddenly, he stuck a
finger in me and I gasped.

“Do you like that?”
he asked teasingly. He went back down with his mouth and started
sucking me. I shuddered. I was so near a release.

“Wait,” he ordered.
I did my best to obey, but it was so hard. I wanted him inside me,
but my body was impatient.

He lowered himself on
top of me and slid in. His cock filled me with an incredible
completeness. It was like we were made for each other. He ripped the
blindfold off my eyes.

“I want to see you
come,” he said as he thrust into me. I blinked my eyes. Even just
being blindfolded for a little while had made me a bit disoriented,
and had heightened every sensation. I still felt that high. When my
eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Ryan staring tenderly into mine. He
began kissing me again, teasing at first and then deeper and more
passionate, as he continued to plunge into me. It was like fireworks
going off in my brain. I could see he was about to have his release,
which only made me hotter.

He pushed inside of me,
thrilling me with his hard body. Grabbing my hair in his hand, he
pulled my mouth to his own. Pressed up against him, his wet tongue in
my mouth, his cock deep inside me was too much to bear.

We came together. Out
of breath and overwrought, my body continued to shudder around him.

It was like nothing I’d
ever experienced. I couldn’t think. He’d done me so well, I felt
like I was in a stupor.

Ryan kissed me again
affectionately on my lips and then the side of my face and neck.

“I could get used to
this. That was incredible.”

I wasn’t ready to
tell him I felt the same way. I just snuggled in closer to his body
and he wrapped his arms around me. I was afraid of the thoughts going
through my head. I could love this man. I really could. It wasn’t
just the sexual satisfaction--it was the intimacy of being close to
him. Sure, I still had a lot to get to know about him--I didn’t
know anything about his troubled past--but I felt on some level that
I recognized who he really was, deep inside.

He hugged me tighter.
“And now for your surprise.” He carefully let go of me and
started walking towards the other room. His naked body was strong and
lean, and well, perfect. The muscles on his back were tight, like his
body was coiled, ready to pounce. I could look at him all day. But I
immediately missed his warmth, his arms enveloping me, his smell. I
wanted him back next to me.

A minute later, he
entered the room, coming towards me with a big smile on his face, a
small rectangular box, beautifully wrapped present held in front of
his cock. He looked hot and adorable at the same time. Handing me the
present, he quickly got back in bed next to me.

“Open it.”

I slide the dark red
paper off, and found a charcoal grey box embossed with what looked
like a royal crest. Slipping the box open, I saw a gorgeous silver
letter opener. I felt my heart stir at how beautiful it was: elegant,
but dignified, and obviously made with real silver. It was such a
perfect gift for me, totally obsessed as I am with all things paper
and it clearly cost a fortune.

Before I could say
thank you, Ryan kissed me gently on the lips.

“It’s from the
seventeenth century, the court of Elizabeth I.”

Now my heart
really
stirred. It felt like I had been plunged into hot water—the gift
was thrilling, but almost too much to handle. “I can’t accept
this. It’s, well, this is amazing.” I took it out of its case,
gently turning it over, feeling the coolness of the silver against my
palm. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

Ryan took if from my
hand, turning it so the point was towards his palm. He laid me back
down on the bed and gently trailed the cold silver rod between my
breasts, to my belly button. He circled it, and then slid it further
down to my clit. The cold shocked me.

Batting my clit lightly
with the hilt, Ryan glanced up at me, a cheeky look on his face. I
could feel myself getting more and more aroused.