Velvet Roses Ch. 13

A heady gasp escaped her lips in response, and as he continuously lashed the hard knot of flesh, her moans came more frequently.

It didn't take long before he had her quivering beneath his erotic ministrations, and as he dipped his tongue into the slippery wetness between her legs, she cried out in approval.

"Oh yes," she said, squirming at the silky touch of his tongue. "Lick me, Dane. Eat my pussy."

Her fingers wound tightly into his soft hair, hips bucking wildly as he skillfully probed, licked, and tongued her moist center. The stimulation was almost too much to handle, and as he wriggled his wet appendage deeper into her hot, slick core, a throaty groan escaped her lips.

With his mouth sealed to her succulent flesh, all she could was lay captive beneath him, submitting herself to the sweeping, swirling motions of his tongue. If that wasn't enough to drive her over the edge, every so often he would moan into her pussy, and each time he did, she was rewarded with a delicious vibration.

Pleasure consumed her, and her eyes were dazed and half-lidded with lust. Her breathing was labored, head thrown back and lips pouty with arousal.

The musky scent of her excitement permeated the air, and as he continued to lavish her with oral attention, she sighed, inwardly thanking her unbelievable luck that she had a man who so thoroughly enjoyed going down on her.

A man who ate pussy wasn't exactly a rare breed in her book, but one who possessed a restless tongue and limitless appetite for it, had indeed been a challenge to find. The guys she'd previous been with had lacked the patience and tenderness that made Dane such an incredible lover, and they certainly hadn't utilized any of the techniques that he was currently using on her.

Overall, the men she'd dated in the past made it seem like a bothersome chore, but now that she knew what it was like to be properly eaten, she wouldn't ever again settle for anything less.

As if to emphasize just how much he was getting off on it, Dane doubled his efforts, increasing the pace of his tongue to a frenzied speed. Unable to resist from looking, Jeneda lifted her head up and stared down at him, listening to his soft groans as he lapped at her juicy center.

The sound of her moans soon overrode his own noises of pleasure, and as he allowed his tongue to drift up to her plump clit, she whimpered needily. He swirled it wetly around the tiny bud, then gently sucked it into his mouth.

The soft suction of his oral cavity was soon accompanied by short, repetitive licks, and if that wasn't enough to drive her insane, his hands had wandered up to pinch and tug her nipples.

Her breathing came quick and shaky, and her stomach muscles tightened, signaling the orgasm that had been steadily building for the past twenty minutes. Being earnestly eaten out while having her tits roughly fondled, was more stimulation that she could handle, and as his pointed little tongue continued to lash her stiff bud, she came unhinged.

His name tumbled from her lips in a breathless murmur, and as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, she gushed into his mouth.

Dane gripped her thighs tightly to keep her firmly in place, and using a pressure which enhanced her already euphoric state, he licked the slippery wetness from her over-sensitive gash.

He didn't stop until she'd been thoroughly cleaned, and after pulling his head from between her thighs, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.

He moved up so that his body was hovering over her, then leaned in closer and captured her mouth, allowing her to taste the unique flavor of her pussy juices. Her essence was slightly spicy, and also a little sweet, and as he reclined on the mattress beside her, she rolled onto her side and rested her head against his chest.

"You have an incredibly talented tongue."

"Thank you." A proud smile curved his lips. "I'd eat you all night long if you let me."

"Mmm, I just might have to take you up on that offer." Already flush against him, she snuggled even closer.

He looped an arm around her waist, and as the heat from their bodies mingled, their chests rose and fell in a perfect rhythm. As was customary whenever she was completely still, her mind began to wander, and she couldn't resist contemplating her relationship with Dane.

Their connection was special-no doubt about that, and their sexual chemistry was unbelievable, but the thought of existing in this seemingly endless state of uncertainty made her more than a little nervous.

She'd like to think that the worst was behind them, but if not, how much more could they really endure? It seemed cruel that fate had been so vicious with them, and she began to wonder if things would ever settle down, but before her thoughts could overwhelm her, she banished them.

All that mattered right now was that they were together, and for the next two days they were going to enjoy themselves; living freely and entirely in the moment.

* * * *

It was five thirty a.m. when Jeneda was roused from sleep, and as she opened her eyes to see Dane standing beside her bed, she blinked a few times, them murmured a response.

"What time is it?"

"Five thirty. Come upstairs and watch the sun rise with me."

"Upstairs?" She yawned, then snuggled deeper beneath the thick quilt.

"Yeah. The view from the tower is unbelievable."

"Thirty more minutes. Then I'll get up."

"Aren't you supposed to be an early riser?"

"I wake up at six, not five thirty."

"Come on....," He paused, waiting for her to respond, yet only received silence. "Alright then, guess I'll have to make you."

She barely had a moment to process what was happening before he scooped her up in his arms, and with her swaddled in the blanket, he carried her up the stairs that led to the uppermost level.

Once they reached the lighthouse tower, he set her on her feet, and as her eyes came to rest on the glass encasement that shielded them from the outdoors, she walked closer towards it.

As Dane sidled up next to her, she welcomed him to snuggle beneath the quilt that surrounded her body, and after positioning himself so that he was standing behind her, he pulled the blanket securely around them.

Having slept nude, they stood skin to skin, watching the upper edge of the sun peek above the eastern horizon. Except for the rhythmic sound of waves breaking against the coastline below, the silence surrounding them was filled only by their soft breathing.

The intense colors of the rising sun mingled with the soft hues of early morning, and light from the sunrise filtered through the glass of the tower, warming their faces as they watched on.

Just as Dane had said, the view was spectacular, and definitely worth being featured on a postcard. Once the sun had fully risen, Jeneda and Dane made their descent down the narrow staircase, and upon returning to the bedroom, got back in bed to cuddle. Besides being nice and warm, Dane's body was pleasing to the touch, and it didn't take long before Jeneda's hands were sinuously roaming his frame.

Beginning at his smooth chest, she trailed her palm downward until it met with his flat abdomen, then continued further south until her fingers traced along his silky pubic hair.

It seemed that her fingers had a mind of their own, because they effortlessly glided toward his testicles, and as she gently cupped one of his balls, the long, lean muscles of his body grew taut. Taking that as a signal to further her ministrations, she ducked her head beneath the quilt.

The scent of his arousal engulfed her, permeating her nostrils with its male muskiness. His penis was thick and firm with the beginnings of an erection, and eager to please him, she darted her tongue out to taste him.

Already dripping with need, the tip of his penis was oozing copious amounts of precum. It was slightly salty and felt slippery against her tongue, and finding his taste pleasant, she gently squeezed the sensitive head of his penis so that more of the clear fluid leaked out.

The second lick she gave him inspired a carnal noise from deep in his throat, and goaded on by his vocal encouragement, she took him into her mouth.

Clearly desiring to watch her in action, Dane threw the blanket off the bed, and although her eyes weren't focused on him, she knew without a doubt that he was intently watching her every move.

Making sure to keep her lips tightly around him, she slowly sunk more of him into her. With each inch that she took, his breathing became heavier, and only when she found herself unable to take his cock any deeper, did she slide her mouth back up his length.

His shaft was harder than steel, but smooth with a velvet-like texture, and as she began moving her mouth up and down his erection, he reached down to tunnel his fingers through her hair.

With every upstroke that she gave him, his moans grew more frequent, and it wasn't long before his fevered sighs turned into deep, throaty moans. As she sucked him off, he lightly rocked his hips, gently fucking the tight seal of her mouth.

Having expected to maintain full control, Jeneda was surprised to find that Dane was becoming more dominant, and as his hips moved faster, wet suctioning noises came from her mouth.

Her pussy grew wet at the noises they created, and clinging tightly to his hips, she gazed up at him from below. He stared right back at her, gasping and moaning as she manipulated her tongue against his hard dick. A slight crease formed between his brows, and his eyes became slitted.

His cock was swelling, becoming plumper by the minute, and with a few more uncontrolled thrusts, he squirted a thick stream of cum into her mouth. Her throat opened and closed, swallowing all that he gave her, and only after he was completely empty, did she retract her mouth.

Her jaws slightly ached from orally pleasuring him, and her scalp tingled slightly from him fisting it so tightly, but the pain was minimal, and of the good kind.

Rendered boneless by his orgasm, Dane lay slack against the mattress. His chest rose and fell with each breath that he took, and his eyes were hazy with bliss. Finding it hard to tear her eyes away, she watched him for a few more moments, then reached a hand out to tenderly touch his face.

He murmured, grabbing the back of her head to pull her in for a wet kiss. Her lips parted easily for him, and after allowing their tongues to mingle, they broke away with a faint sigh.

"I'm kinda worn out," Dane said. "How about we take a nap first, and then get some breakfast?"

Surprisingly feeling a little drowsy herself, the idea of getting more sleep was definitely appealing. "I like that idea."

She picked up the quilt from the floor and pulled it over them. Then she cuddled against him and closed her eyes.

* * * *

It was four hours later when Jeneda and Dane woke, and after slipping into matching fluffy white robes, they made their way down to the kitchen. Although it was nearly eleven a.m., they were still in need of a caffeine fix, and after making themselves some coffee, as well as two bowls of Wheat Chex, they took a seat at the kitchen table.

Focusing more on her coffee, rather than her cereal, Jeneda took several long sips. Remarkably rich and silky, it had a slightly chocolate flavor to it, and was by far the best coffee she'd ever tasted. It was so delicious that her bowl of cold cereal remained untouched.

"Where did you get this coffee?" Jeneda asked. "I've never tasted anything like it."

"I'm not sure, my mom is the one who buys it. I do know It's imported from Indonesia, though."

"It's *really* good." She finished the remainder that was in her cup, then got up to pour herself a refill.

"It should be, it costs well over one hundred dollars a pound."

"Seriously?"

He nodded. "It's one of the top ten most expensive coffees in the world."

"Wow." She rejoined him at the table, and after taking another sip of coffee, she gazed down into the mug of liquid. "And I thought Starbucks was expensive."

A faint smile touched his lips. "My mother appreciates the finer things in life."

While they were munching their cornflakes, a book on the table caught Jeneda's eye, and she picked it up to have a closer look.

"You're into Poe?"

"Yep. He's one of my favorite authors."

In pristine condition, the leather-bound book she was holding contained a collection of stories and poems by Edgar Allen Poe, and was embossed with gold on its spine and cover. She cracked it open to look inside, and upon glancing at the title page, noticed a message that had been written in ink.

"To Dane. Happy eighteenth birthday, and I look forward to seeing you soon. Love, Mom."

"She sent that to me during my gap year in Japan," Dane said.

"You lived in Japan?" She casually flipped through the pages. "How was that?"

"Everything I'd hoped for and more."

"What were your favorite things about living there?"

"The food, the nightlife, the manga stores, the vending machines..." He raised his bowl to his lips, slurped the last of the milk, and then wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. "I could go on, but I don't want to bore you."

"No, keep going. I'd like to hear more."

"The temples are really nice, and so are the hot springs." He gazed off into the distance for a bit, as if trying to recall more things. "The electronic toilets are pretty cool, too."

"Oh yeah, I've heard about those. They're basically high-tech bidets, right?"

"Pretty much."

"But you still use toilet paper, right?"

"You could, but there's really no point, because they wash, dry, and deodorize you."

"Hmm. Still seems like It'd be good to wipe, though. I mean a stream of water can't get *everything*."

"You'd be surprised how powerful some of those water jets are."

She nearly choked on her coffee.

"I'm serious," Dane said.

"Okay, I believe you."

"Of course you can't fully understand how amazing they are until you've tried one out yourself."

"So what are you suggesting? That I go to Japan?"

"Nope, to my parents house."

"They have an electronic toilet?"

"Yep. Just got a new one installed last month."

A moment of silence preceded her words. "Is this your way of saying you want me to meet your parents?"

"What do you think?"

"I'd say yes."

"So how about it?"

"Sure." She blinked a few times, then said, "I'd love to."

"You seem very surprised."

"I am. We've barely been together two months."

"That's long enough, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I do." She smiled, and as he took her hand in his, their fingers laced together.

"We're not just dating anymore. We're solidly together now."

She nodded, and as his hot mouth pressed to hers, their lips moved slowly, with a deep tenderness. They parted from the embrace to stare at one another, and as was customary whenever she looked at him, Jeneda lost herself in his deep, black eyes.

"I was thinking we could stop by to see my parents on our way home."

"How about next weekend?" She asked.

"What's wrong with today?"

"Well for one thing, I'll be wearing the same grungy clothes that I had on yesterday. And my hair is a mess."

"We can throw your clothes in the wash," he said. "And as for your hair, it looks fine to me."

"Dane, come on. It looks terrible." She raked her fingers through her frizzy bob. "I can't meet them looking like this."

"My mom has a lot of hair products in her bathroom. She also has a flat iron and hot curlers, as well as a bunch of other stuff. Whatever you need, she's probably got it."

Seeing how adamant he was to continuing on with their plans, she realized there was no point in even trying to argue, so she gave in. "Well clearly you've got everything figured out, so I guess there's no point in me trying to put this off."

He smiled and grabbed her hand. "Don't worry. I'm sure they'll love you."

"How sure?"

"Eighty, eighty-five percent."

"Oh, thanks," she sarcastically said, then took her cup and bowl over to the sink.

"I'm joking, of course." Now standing directly behind her, Dane wrapped his arms around her waist. "They will love you, I know it."

His breath tickled her skin as he leaned in, and as he gently kissed her neck, she smiled.

* * * *

An hour and a half later, and in their own respective cars, Jeneda and Dane were on the road, and following a 100- mile drive on the highway, they arrived in Seacliff.

A very wealthy neighborhood known for its Mediterranean mansions, Seacliff offered breathtaking views of the Golden Gate Bridge, the Marin headlands, and was in close proximity to a sheltered pocket of sand named China Beach. If one was left uncertain of just how exclusive the neighborhood was, two stone pillars marked the entrance to Seacliff, letting visitors know that this was a neighborhood separated from the rest of the city.

The twisting streets of the elite district added to the ambiance of the lush, green neighborhood, and as she continued to tail Dane, Jeneda found herself intently eyeballing each stately house that she passed. Seacliff wasn't terribly far from Noe Valley, the community where she lived, but it still seemed as if she'd been transported into an entirely different world.

As Dane's Prius pulled up in front of an iron gate that surrounded a sprawling house, the barriers swung open, and Jeneda followed closely behind him in her own car. Now offered an unimpeded view of the residence, she saw that it was French Chateau style, with dramatic lime stone arches which led to a striking red door.

The bushes that surrounded the property were pruned into a fancy spiral shape, and the trees were shaped like enormous balls. As Jeneda turned into the curved, cobblestone driveway, she noticed there was a large, three-tiered fountain, and that was when her stomach began doing flips.

Although she hated to admit it, being surrounded by such luxury intimidated her, after exiting her vehicle and meeting up with Dane, he took her hand in his, then led her toward the mansion.

"You're sweating." His brows rose, and a faint smile tilted his lips.

"Only a little."

"Relax. You're meeting my parents, not the royal family."

She nodded and focused her eyes on the entryway to the house.

"Is there a special meaning behind the red door?" She asked.

"That was my dad's idea. In Japanese folklore, red is the color for expelling demons and illness. It also represents vitality and power, as well as love and intimacy."

He purposely emphasized the latter part of his sentence, making eye contact with her while tenderly brushing his thumb against the back of her hand. It never failed to amaze her how effortlessly he made her swoon, and as they climbed the steps to the front door, her nervousness lessened somewhat.

Dane rang the doorbell, and after a few moments of waiting, Jeneda heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. It opened to reveal a tall, blonde woman in a cream-colored Chanel suit, and as her eyes came to rest on the couple before her, she studied them in stunned silence.

Jeneda stared right back, expectantly waiting for the woman to clutch the pearls that so elegantly graced her neck, but instead she only weakly smiled.

"Dane, what a surprise to see you." Then looking back at Jeneda, she asked, "And who is this?"

"My girlfriend, Jeneda."

"Oh." The lift of her eyebrows was very faint, but still noticeable. "I've heard nothing about you having a girlfriend," she said to Dane. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I figured I'd give it some time. Didn't want to jinx anything, you know?"

"Yes, well..." Her voice drifted off, and as if suddenly realizing her bad manners, she swung the door wider. "Forgive me for being rude. Won't you two come in?" The skin around her eyes crinkled as she smiled, but her blue eyes remained less than warm.