Velvet Roses Ch. 16

"Good, I'm glad to hear. I always want you to be happy, so knowing I've accomplished that makes me feel real good."

Jeneda's gaze drifted to the ice bucket on the floor of the gazebo, and curious as to what brand of champagne Dane had purchased, she bent down to look at the label. "A vintage bottle of Dom Perignon? Wow, this must have cost a fortune."

"It was a present. I've been saving it for a special occasion." He lifted the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket, then popped it open and filled two crystal champagne flutes. He handed one of the glasses to Jeneda, and as she took a sip, he eagerly waited for her opinion. "So, what do you think?" He asked once she'd finished sampling the bubbly beverage.

"I think it makes that champagne I bought for your welcome home dinner seem like watered down sparkling wine."

He lightly chuckled, then took a sip from his glass before giving his own feedback. "It is pretty tasty, Isn't it?"

"Best champagne I've ever had." She lifted the flute to her lips and had another drink before saying, "You better be careful."

"Why?"

"Introducing me to all this high class stuff... sooner or later I might become terribly spoiled."

"Oh yeah?" A smile crossed his lips. "Well thanks for the warning, but I think I'll take my chances." Then, with a predatory look on his face, he inched closer to Jeneda, so that his face hovered just above hers. "But if you do become spoiled, I'll have to spank that rotten behavior right out of you. You know that right?" He gazed down unblinking at her, as if he was serious about enforcing the words he'd just spoken.

It was her absolute hope that he would make good on his threat, because nothing excited her more than seeing his dominant side unleashed. Just the thought of him being a little rough and kinky with her was enough to fill her with deep and urgent longing, and mirroring his sensual gaze, she spoke some words of her own.

"You make a promise like that, you better be certain you'll follow up on it."

"Oh, I'm certain," he said in a low, smooth voice, then leaning in so that his lips brushed her ear, he seductively whispered, "I can be a very thorough disciplinarian."

Never before had she been so turned on, and having reached the pinnacle of arousal, she was now more than ready for him to take her home and satiate her unbridled lust.

"I think I've had enough champagne," she curtly said. "Why don't we cork the bottle and continue this celebration at home?"

"Fantastic idea."

They extinguished all of the candles in record time, and after switching off the fairy lights, the newly engaged couple clasped hands and descended the stairs that led away from the gazebo.

* * * *

The weather was unusually warm for a July day in San Francisco, and so gloriously sunny that Dane and Jeneda had chosen to take a drive along the stretch of rugged coastline that bordered the neighborhood of Sea Cliff. Renowned for its multi-million dollar homes and stunning ocean views, Sea Cliff was one of San Francisco's more exclusive neighborhoods.

It was also the location where Dane's parents resided, and as he drove along the winding road that led to their house, the fluttering in Jeneda's belly grew stronger.

The intense excitement that she felt was almost overwhelming, and she was looking forward to the moment when she and Dane would announce their engagement to Dane's parents.

Dane's father, Naohito, had warmly accepted her as Dane's girlfriend, but his mother, Kitty, didn't like Jeneda very much at all. This was a fact that had been proven beyond any doubt, so when she found out that Jeneda was indeed going to be a permanent fixture in her son's life, it would undeniably leave her feeling stung.

It made her feel a tad bit sadistic to admit it, but Jeneda was eagerly anticipating the look on Kitty's face. More than likely, she had been expecting Dane and Jeneda's relationship to be nothing more than a short-lived fling.

But Jeneda had known it was more serious than that, and although she'd never expected Dane to propose, she had always been aware that what they shared was a very deep and special bond.

She and Dane had been through hell and back together, and deserved every bit of good that was coming to them, so nothing was going to dampen their elated moods. Jeneda supposed there was a possibility that Kitty might try and stop Dane from marrying from her, but that was something she would worry about later.

Right now things were wonderful, and as she gazed out of the open passenger window, she found herself marveling at the endless expanse of blue sky. Such brilliantly clear days were a rarity in a city that was famous for its fog, and she deeply inhaled the crisp, ocean air that was carried along by the breeze.

Dane's window was also rolled down, and as the wind whipped around him, strands of his hair blew around his face. With the weather so mild, he'd chosen to wear a fitted white T-shirt, and although it was simple in design, it perfectly flaunted his sculpted biceps and flat abdomen.

As Jeneda's eyes roved lower, her eyes were drawn to his crotch, and she shamelessly admired the way his jeans hugged his male anatomy. It took the feel of Dane's gaze to make her realize that he was watching her as well, and as she looked up at his face, she noticed that a faint smile had crossed his lips.

"See something you like?" He asked.

Her lips tugged upward, yet instead of responding, she only lowered her eyes once more, then took a languid drink from her giant Slurpee cup. He chuckled softly, then turned his attention back on the road. But within a few short seconds, he'd placed his palm on her thigh.

It didn't take long before he'd slipped his hand beneath her hibiscus flower print sundress, and as his palm glided slowly along one of her thighs, she parted her legs slightly.

His eyes didn't stray from the road for even a moment, but then again they didn't need to. He knew every inch of her body, and the sound of her breathy sighs were an excellent indicator of whether or not he was headed in the right direction.

Electrified by his touch, she bit her lip and arched her back, impatiently awaiting the moment when he would finally touch the soft flesh between her thighs.

The wait was excruciating, but finally his fingers found purchase against her moist panties, which clung tightly to her heated slit like a second skin.

"You're wet." He smirked, still keeping his eyes on the road as he slipped two fingers beneath the barrier of her underwear. "Do I excite you that much?"

"Yes." Her words came out as little more than a whisper, body quivering as he began lightly tracing circles over her highly sensitized clit.

"Touch me," he softly said. "Feel my cock and see how hard I am for you."

Heeding his request, she reached out to place her palm on his tented pants, then gently squeezed the prominent bulge.

"Take it out," he instructed.

Unhesitatingly, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his distended shaft, then started to pump him using slow, languid strokes.

"Mmmm...," he moaned, gripping the steering wheel tighter as she quickened the pace of her hand.

Between her jerking him off, and him playing with her pussy, she couldn't decide where to look, so she allowed her eyes to dart back and forth between their respective crotches.

She was just contemplating how far they could take this whole moment, when Dane suddenly pulled off the road and skidded to a halt at an empty rest area. It happened so abruptly that Jeneda barely noticed him take off his safety belt, but as he scooted his seat back to create more distance between him and the steering wheel, she realized what he was planning.

Having lost interest in her Slurpee, she set it in the cup holder near the stick shift, then undid her seatbelt. She reached beneath her dress and lifted her hips and removed her panties. Then, with Dane grasping her tightly by the waist, she was pulled out of her seat and over to the driver's side, where she positioned herself over his lap.

He quickly untied the straps of her halter sundress, then tugged the fabric down so that her breasts were exposed, and clasping her by the hips, he guided her down onto his exceptionally hard cock.

They groaned in perfect unison at the sensation of him stretching her tight, eager pussy, and only once she could take him in no further, did she begin to bounce up and down in a sensual, rhythmic motion. As she vigorously rode him, Dane muttered incoherent obscenities, meeting every roll of her hips with harsh, unforgiving thrusts.

His large hands swept upwards to cup her jiggling breasts, and as he slowly circled his tongue around one of her tender nipples, he gave the other one a light pinch, then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger before greedily sucking it into his hot, wet mouth. His teeth lightly grazed the pebbled peak, then nipped it just hard enough to elicit a cry of pleasure from her.

Eager for release, Jeneda rode him harder and deeper, and as he brought his hands around to roughly cradle her ass, she increased the tempo of her hips.

The tense expression on his face told her that he was nearing orgasm, and as his panting grew more erratic, she manipulated her vaginal muscles so that they gripped him even tighter.

A long, guttural moan passed his lips, and with his hands still tightly cupping her ass cheeks, he repeatedly pounded up into her sopping wet pussy.

The driver's seat shook with the force of their fucking, and as he pummeled her at an increasingly frenzied rhythm, her breathy moans turned into desperate cries of pleasure.

Her eyes didn't unlock from his for even a moment, and driven on by the intensity of their impassioned coupling, she threw her head back, exposing her throat to him. Dane reached up to coast his palm along the length of it, then slipped his long fingers into her hair.

His sharp, rhythmic thrusts made her cry out for more, and yet at the same time she was aching for release. But like a sex-starved animal, Dane just kept on fucking her. His hips bucked wildly as he pushed up into her moist, warm heat, and as she writhed in pleasure above him, he reached up to roughly fondle her tits.

The sensation of him pinching and pulling her ultra sensitive nipples was too much for her to handle, and as a low, desperate moan tore from her throat, warm spurts of wetness gushed from her well stretched pussy.

Dane's increasingly jerky thrusts indicated that he was right behind her, and with a few more thrusts and a primal grunt of gratification, he pumped her full of cum.

She cried out softly, savoring the feel of his twitching cock, and as her pussy clenched involuntarily, he groaned in response, then pumped up into her one last time. Once his hips finally stilled, he let loose a deep sigh of satisfaction, and as Jeneda leaned in to kiss him, he greedily accepted her lips.

It wasn't until they parted from the oral embrace, that Jeneda realized there was a smirk on his lips, and curious as to the reason behind it, she quirked an eyebrow.

"You're insatiable," he said.

"Look who's talking." She brought her hand up to sift her fingers through his hair, which was sexily tousled from their drive along the windy, coastal highway.

"You're even hornier than I am."

"Funny you should say that, because I seem to remember that you were the one with restless fingers."

"I won't deny that, but you started this whole thing by staring at my crotch."

Her lips tugged into a grin, but she said nothing in return.

"You're a very naughty girl," he darkly purred, and his eyes briefly lowered to her still exposed breasts before once again coming to rest on her face. "Riding me topless by the side of the road...," His voice trailed off and he lightly shook his head with a little smile, as if he still didn't fully believe that the brazen moment they'd just shared had actually happened. "What would you have done if we'd gotten caught?"

"What would *you* have done?" She countered.

"Told them to get lost."

"And what if it had been a cop?"

"Then I guess we would have been screwed."

Jeneda lightly chuckled, and after giving him a light peck on the lips, lifted herself off his softening cock. Then with as much grace as she could muster, she climbed back into the passenger's seat.

"It'd probably be a good idea if we freshened up before going to see your parents." Jeneda pulled up the top of her halter dress, and after tying the strings around her neck, she put her panties back on.

"Why? You actually think they'll be able to tell that we stopped for a quickie before coming to see them?"

"Uh, yeah," she said matter-of-factly before opening the glove compartment and rifling through it. "They don't have to be bloodhounds to smell the sex on us."

Dane pulled up his pants and buttoned them, then retrieved a small can of body spray from the compartment on the drivers side door and sprayed some over his clothes. "Well they usually have bathrooms at these rest stops, so I guess we could clean up in there."

Having procured a packet of Kleenex tissues and some sanitary wipes, Jeneda closed the glove box. Then both she and Dane got out of the car and headed over to a small, concrete building located a few feet away.

While she went into the women's side of the bathroom, he went into the men's, and after freshening themselves up, they returned to the car. Once they were seated and ready to hit the road, Dane started up the engine and put it in gear.

They traveled along the scenic route for a few more miles before the coastal highway ended, gradually transforming into a street that led them into a pristinely clean neighborhood.

They rode along in comfortable silence, gazing out at the meticulously manicured lawns that seemed to stretch endlessly in front of stunning mansions. Dane's right hand held Jeneda's the entire time he was driving, and as the distance to his parents house lessened, the excitement they felt became palpable.

"So, any thoughts as to where you might want to get married?" Dane asked.

"I haven't really thought it over yet. We only got engaged yesterday evening," she said with a little smile."

"Yeah, I know. But I just thought you might have a special spot in mind."

"Someplace small and private would be good. I don't want a large wedding, so a huge venue is definitely out."

"I'd rather have a small wedding as well," Dane said. "But just to give you a warning, my mother is all about doing things in a big way, so I'm pretty sure she'll try to lock us into having some over the top, fancy ceremony."

"I don't know about that," she said. "Seems to me, she'd rather I not be in your life at all, so I can only imagine how she'll react to our engagement."

"I told you, she'll come around," he said. "Just give her some time, and she'll get used to us being together."

Silence passed between them, during which they looked out at the passing scenery. Yet even though Jeneda was eyeing the eclectic mix of houses that they passed, she found that her mind was far too preoccupied to fully appreciate their beauty. She looked away from the window, and training her eyes on Dane, she prepared to ask a question that had been on her mind for many months.

"Dane?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you think she hates me so much?"

Rather than respond right away, Dane seemed to mull it over. Then in a voice that was a bit uncertain, he said, "I don't think she hates you." He paused, as if searching for the right words before continuing on. "She just hasn't had a chance to really get to know you yet."

"I'd like for her to, but I don't know how to go about doing that."

"Well, maybe you two could go out for lunch one day."

"Yeah, maybe." A thoughtful look came onto her face as she imagined how an outing like that would go, and although she knew it would most likely be awkward as hell, she didn't think it would be such a bad idea, either.

"Or you could always invite her to your studio so that she can check out the current sculptures you're working on."

"That's a fantastic suggestion, but do you really think she'd be interested in doing that?"

"I don't see why not. Remember how impressed she was when I told her that the San Francisco Symphony commissioned you to create a sculpture for the front of their building?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there you go," he excitedly said. "You create art, and she loves to look at it. You two can definitely bond over that."

Thinking back to her introduction to Dane's mother, Jeneda recalled the icy reception she'd received. Kitty hadn't just been unwelcoming, but seemed to starkly disapprove of her being with Dane, so she'd been undoubtful that she and Dane's mother would ever become the slightest bit friendly.

But now that Dane had offered a suggestion for them to break the ice, she found herself wondering if they could build somewhat of a civil relationship. And although she knew she was getting ahead of herself, she also began to entertain the possibility of them actually growing to like one another.

Kitty had, after all, given birth to the man that she was in love with, so if Jeneda found nothing else likeable about the woman, she at least had to admire her for that.

Yet barely a few moments after these thoughts passed through her mind, she realized that befriending Dane's mother was nothing more than hopeful thinking. She and Kitty were like oil and water, and perhaps they could eventually put aside their differences and stand being in each other's presence, but them building a cozy little friendship was clearly a fantasy that would never come to pass.

She guessed she must have been thinking pretty hard, because she suddenly sensed that Dane was looking at her, and as she turned her attention on him, she saw that he was.

"You're serious about this," he said. "You really do want to get to know my mother, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I know it will take some time, and I'm pretty doubtful that she even feels the same way, but I really don't want things to be strained between us forever. Especially now that you and I will be getting married."

"I completely understand." He glanced back at the road for a bit, and as they came to a stoplight, he took the opportunity to get in a nice, long glance at her face. "The fact that you're even willing to make an effort really means a lot to me." Still holding her hand in his, he stroked his thumb over the back of it and gazed deep into her eyes.

She gave him a little smile, and as his eyes filled with adoration, so did hers. Their faces slowly inched closer until their noses lightly brushed, then their mouth pressed together in a kiss that was gentle, yet full of unrestrained passion.

Just like every other intimate moment they'd shared, they effortlessly lost themselves in each other, and if not for several obnoxious honks that sounded from the car behind them, their lips would have remained firmly affixed.

Clearly displeased by the anxious driver behind them, Dane cast an annoyed glance at the rearview mirror before stepping on the gas and continuing down the street.

It didn't take long before they pulled up in front of a large iron gate, and as the barriers swung open, Dane drove through, then turned into a curved, cobblestone driveway. They came to a stop directly behind a sleek Bentley with a pearl white finish and tinted windows, and although Jeneda wasn't much of a car aficionado, she had to admit that it was quite a stunning vehicle.

It wasn't until she and Dane got out of his Prius that she was afforded a closer look at the luxury sedan, and as her eyes drifted to the license plate, she saw that it was personalized to spell out, KTYBNTLY.

"Nice, Isn't it?" Dane asked as he sidled up next to Jeneda. "My dad bought it as a twenty-fifth anniversary present for my mother."