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  He sipped the wine that was worth Danielle’s trouble in getting it; a little sweet, but not sugary, tart with a full flavor, it was just the thing to wind down with after the date. He glanced at Danielle and considered how to make the next move. “You have a really nice place,” he said, setting the glass down. He reached out and grabbed—carefully, gently—for Danielle’s feet and pulled them onto his lap, giving her plenty of opportunity to smooth her sundress around her legs and keep from flashing him, even though it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. He began to rub her feet, and watched as Danielle relaxed, bit by bit, sinking into the couch cushions next to him as she sipped her wine.

  “This is not a bad deal,” she said, opening her eyes to smile at him.

  “I do have an ulterior motive,” Victor admitted. His hands shifted upward along her ankle, to her calf, and he felt Danielle briefly tense and then relax into his touch. Victor worked his way up her calf slowly, towards her knee, holding her gaze. “I just want you to get relaxed enough to make a move.” Danielle chuckled, and set her glass of wine down.

  “Joke’s on you, rich boy: I’m already relaxed enough,” she said with a grin. Victor raised an eyebrow, slightly tickling along the backside of her knee.

  “Is that so?” Danielle squirmed under the impetus of his tickling and Victor decided to make his move while she was—at least slightly—distracted. He leaned in closer and kissed her eagerly, even as he pulled Danielle more thoroughly into his lap. Danielle made a muffled noise—not protest, more surprised—and a moment later she was on his lap fully, straddling him in her sundress, kissing him just as hungrily as he kissed her.

  Victor let his hands wander over Danielle’s body slowly, savoring the feeling of her curves, the full heaviness of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress and then the firmness of her hips just below her tight, slim waist. She shifted on top of him, rocking slowly back and forth as their kiss heated up, and Victor felt himself immediately starting to get hard from just the mild friction of her barely rubbing against him.

  Victor made himself slow down, even as heat pooled along his groin, even as Danielle’s movements on top of him deepened and he could swear he could almost feel how wet she was, even through layers of clothes. He pulled back a little bit, dipping down from Danielle’s lips to the column of her throat, nipping and nibbling the sensitive spots there before moving back up to claim her mouth once more. He rested his hands on her hips to slow down her grinding against him, even while he rocked his hips up to rub against the heat between her legs.

  “I thought—fuck—I thought you said you were ready to make a move,” Danielle teased as she pushed her hips down for deeper contact with the hard ridge at the front of his jeans.

  “I am,” Victor said lightly, nibbling just sharply enough at the spot above her right collarbone that always made her gasp. “I just want to take my time and enjoy this.” Danielle laughed breathlessly and pulled his face back up to hers, kissing him hungrily, nipping at his bottom lip even as her tongue slid against his.

  “We have all night, Vic,” she murmured against his lips, taking her hands away from his face and shoulders to reach around to her own back. “We can go as many times as you want.” Victor chuckled and pushed her hands away from the zipper on her dress, replacing them with his own.

  “Maybe we’ll go nice and slow later, then,” he suggested, tugging the zipper on her dress slowly down. At the same time, Danielle went to work on the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly with the first few before getting into the groove; by the time he had her zipper completely undone, she only had two buttons left on his shirt.

  Victor stood up carefully, setting Danielle on her feet in front of him to let her take off her dress the rest of the way while he stripped off his shirt. She gave him a quick, knowing look as she stood in front of him in nothing more than her bra and panties, and then gave him a playful shove back onto the couch.

  Victor watched in thrilled amusement as Danielle dropped elegantly to her knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes in brief flicks even as she leaned in to open the fly on his jeans. He knew there was really no arguing with what she wanted—especially not when he would welcome what she had in mind anyway—and instead of fighting it, he watched her intently as Danielle unzipped and unbuttoned, pulled fabric aside and somehow—like magic—extricated his fully erect cock from his pants in a matter of moments, with no help from him.

  He forced himself to keep his eyes open as he felt Danielle’s hot breath against his sensitive skin, and then as her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the spongy head of his erection with the kind of expertise that came from having done this to him enough times to know what he really liked.

  His hand moved as if with a mind of its own, reaching for her head, but Victor didn’t push her down to take more of him into her mouth; instead he tangled his fingers in her braided hair, letting his own head fall back slightly as Danielle took more and more of him into the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked and licked, her fingers wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, and Victor moaned out, struggling to keep his eyes open as the woman he loved worked him.

  “God, you’re way too fucking good at this,” he muttered, groaning, as Danielle worked her lips slowly, all the way down, until they pressed against her fingers wrapped around him and then pulled back bit by bit. She moaned around him, swallowing as she moved down again, letting him feel every part of her mouth except for her teeth wrapped around his achingly hard cock, and Victor gave himself up to the pleasure, keeping his focus just enough to not push her down or let his hips buck too hard as Danielle worshipped him with her mouth.

  Victor struggled to hold himself back as he became more and more turned on; he could feel the tension gathering in his balls, along his groin, like a hot wire coiling through his hips, ready to break at any moment. He didn’t want to finish in Danielle’s mouth—at least, not this time—and when he could feel himself hitting the point where he would tumble over into climax in a matter of seconds, he carefully pushed her away from him.

  Victor took slow, steadying breaths, shaking a bit as he fought back the temptation to just go ahead and finish. He pulled Danielle up and kissed her hungrily, able to taste traces of himself on her lips; but it was so hot, so intensely erotic that it only made Victor taste Danielle’s mouth more eagerly.

  He reached around to her back and found the clasp of her bra, unhooking the closure as quickly as he could as he felt Danielle moving against him—shimmying out of her panties. Victor broke away from her lips as he tugged the straps of her bra down her shoulders and along her arms, freeing her full, heavy breasts, and then he cupped both in his hands, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss them each in turn.

  He found her nipples and began to worship them with his lips and tongue, almost but not quite mimicking what she’d been doing to his cock only moments before, feeling them harden between his lips as he sucked each nub in turn into his mouth.

  The two of them got tangled up in each other’s limbs, touching and kissing each other, until Danielle climbed onto Victor’s lap, straddling his hips, and Victor looked up into her face, knowing that act two was about to start. “I’m glad tomorrow is Saturday,” he said, kissing the base of her throat lightly. Danielle laughed, rubbing her soaking wet folds against his cock, and kissed his forehead.

  “Why is that?” Victor chuckled and let his hands come to rest on her hips, not quite pushing her down.

  “Because we can spend all night doing this, and neither of us has to get up in the morning,” he told her. Danielle sank down onto him, her wet heat wrapping around his aching, throbbing cock, her muscles flexing around him as she took him deeper and deeper, one inch at a time. Victor groaned against her neck, gripping her hips tightly, holding her still as he resisted the wave of pleasure that threatened to break free and rush through his body.

  Then, when he was certain that he wasn’t about to come in an instant, Victor
loosened his grip on Danielle, and the two began to move together: Danielle rising and falling on him, riding him in a steady pace, while Victor rocked his hips up to meet her, letting his hands wander all over her body at the same time.

  He cupped and squeezed her breasts, brought them to his mouth to suck and lick her hardened, dark nipples, and reached down between Danielle’s body and his occasionally to teasingly stroke her clitoris, finding it by touch between the slick folds wrapped around him.

  While Victor teased Danielle, she kissed him everywhere she could reach, picking up the pace of her movements on top of him, taking him deeper and deeper inside of her body and moaning. He moved back up to her lips and kissed her hungrily as they moved together faster, their bodies hardening with tension as they both came closer and closer to orgasm.

  Victor managed—barely—to hold himself back as he felt the tension growing in Danielle’s body, her inner walls flexing around him in increasingly erratic spasms as she rose and fell, riding him hard and fast. He slipped a hand between their bodies and found her clitoris by touch, rubbing and stroking it as Danielle rode him, spurring her on to the orgasm he could sense building up in her body. If she didn’t come soon, he knew, he wouldn’t have the ability to keep himself back from his own climax—and he didn’t want to be the one to come first.

  The tension in Danielle’s body, wrapped around him, reached its breaking point finally, and Danielle moaned out long and low against Victor’s lips as her whole body briefly shook. She kept riding as her pussy flexed around Victor’s cock in spasms, and after a few moments of Danielle’s orgasm, Victor couldn’t hold back any longer, either.

  He gave into the tension building up deep down between his hips, along his groin and—seemingly—in his balls as well and groaned against her neck and shoulder as the first wave of pleasure washed through him. He gave himself up to the sensations coursing through his nerves, holding onto Danielle’s hips as he thrust up into her hard and fast, deeper than he had before.

  They both managed to keep things going between them as they came for what felt to Victor like an eternity; he kept thrusting up deep into Danielle’s body until he felt the tension between his hips begin to slack off, and he clung to her, holding her against him tightly as they both came to a gradual—but inevitable—stop.

  He buried his face against her neck and shoulder, panting for breath, his cock still slightly hard inside of her body but not as erect as it had been before his climax. Danielle panted and gasped in his arms, slumped against him, her weight delicious on top of his body, and for a few moments neither of them said anything at all—they were both too caught up in the pleasure of the afterglow.

  After a few moments, Danielle pulled back and Victor let himself slump against the back of the couch to look up at her, still a little breathless but about halfway recovered. “It’s not even fully dark yet,” Danielle commented with a little smile and Victor laughed.

  “How many times do you think we can go at it tonight before we’re too exhausted to move?” Danielle considered the question, shifting on top of him, and Victor felt his cock beginning to stir. He never took more than a few minutes to get hard again with Danielle—and that was a good thing too, since she seemed to have just as healthy an appetite for sex as he did.

  “I’m counting on at least five,” she replied finally, pulling back and looking into his eyes with a grin.

  “That sounds doable,” Victor told her. “How big is your shower?”

  Danielle chuckled lowly, kissing him lightly on the lips.

  “I think it might be big enough for two—but I haven’t exactly tried it before there,” she replied. Victor rocked his hips up against hers quickly, catching her lips with his own as his hands began to wander over her body seemingly of their own will.

  “We can make use of it,” he said. “And I definitely want to find out if your bed is as comfortable as I think it will be.” Danielle giggled and kissed him.

  “It’s pretty comfortable for something that came out of a City Furniture catalogue,” she said. “Of course, it’s nothing compared to that giant thing you call a bed.” Victor snorted, holding onto Danielle’s body carefully as he leaned forward and to the side in order to be able to reach his abandoned wine glass. She caught on to what he was doing and almost overbalanced them both reaching for her own without leaving his lap.

  They clinked glasses and sipped, and Victor thought the wine tasted even better after their sex—sweeter, more delicious somehow. He drained the glass and set it aside, and Danielle did the same. “I think it’s time for a shower,” he said. “We can get started on round two in there...and see where we end up.” Danielle grinned at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.

  “You know, I usually don’t put out on the first date,” she told him, slowly rising from on top of him, letting his half-hard cock slide out of her body. Victor groaned softly at the sensation of her wet heat leaving him, but he knew it would be all better again soon enough.

  “I think I can manage not to judge you,” Victor said, watching her climb off of his lap and onto her feet on the floor. As always, it was a treat just to look at her: the deep color of her skin shining and gleaming just a bit with sweat, the not-quite-flat expanse of her belly, her heavy breasts capped with dark brown nipples, the heart-shaped patch of black and curling hair just above her bare labia, her long, strong legs. Everything about Danielle was delicious; she was like the human embodiment of a feast.

  “Even though technically you put out before the first date.” Danielle rolled her eyes, a faint smile still lingering at the ends of her lips.

  “You’d better not judge me,” she told him playfully, stretching and letting her head fall back against her shoulders, barely looking at him with that knowing gleam in her eyes. “At least, if you want to keep being able to have sex with me.” Victor rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around Danielle’s waist, kissing her lightly on the lips.

  “I would do anything to be allowed to keep having sex with you,” he said.

  “Good to know,” Danielle told him. She slithered free of his grip and then, surprising him a little, took his hand. “Now let’s get a shower.”

  *

  Danielle moved around her kitchen, humming to herself, washing the breakfast dishes. Victor had left maybe thirty minutes before, after one final tumble between the sheets, and she had given herself fifteen minutes to enjoy the blissful afterglow before getting up to take care of the mess they’d made together in the kitchen.

  He’d suggested they order a delivery, or even go out for breakfast—but Danielle hadn’t wanted to get dressed, and she had everything she needed to make a quick meal of steak tips and eggs and toast. They had barely managed to finish eating before Victor had been on her, touching her everywhere—and he had gotten her turned on too quickly for her to even consider protesting the need to clean up the kitchen.

  She had just finished rinsing out the cast-iron skillet she had used and wiped the inside down with some coconut oil to reinforce the cure when Danielle heard a knock at her door. “What the fuck?” Danielle frowned and glanced down at herself. She’d thrown on a night shirt and a pair of panties after Victor had left, and for a moment she thought that he might have come back—lured by the possibility of extending their date—and wondered if she should strip down and answer the door naked.

  But she shook her head. It could be a delivery of some kind, or someone from the building asking after a lost pet or a child’s toy—something like that. It would be better to show up at least partially dressed, even if it was Victor. He’d make short work of stripping her naked again anyway, if it was him.

  Danielle was glad indeed that she hadn’t given into the impulse to strip naked when she saw who was waiting on the other side of her door; Sam stood there, scowling, and for a moment Danielle could only stare at him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “We need to talk,” Sam said, and Danielle couldn’t have mistaken the anger on his face,
deepening as he looked at her, even if she hadn’t been fully awake for a few hours already. You know how to handle him, she reminded herself, even as she tried to slow the sudden racing of her heart.

  “What’s going on? I just finished breakfast—but I still have some coffee,” Danielle said, keeping her voice as light and pleasant as possible. She let Sam into her apartment and closed the door behind him, trying to assemble her thoughts. If Sam was angry enough about something to come over unannounced, she was going to have to tread carefully.

  “Is he here?” Danielle managed a confused look, raising an eyebrow and looking at her brother askance as she sat down at the kitchen table.

  “What?”

  “Your billionaire boy,” Sam said, not taking the other seat at the table and instead remaining standing. “Is he here?”

  “Why would he be?” Danielle’s heart raced in her chest—she had hoped to either be able to delay her brother finding out about Victor for a few weeks, or, even better: keep him from finding out at all. She’d been so careful with the locations of their dates.

  “You’re dating him now, right? So, I figured he’d be hanging around,” Sam said, pinning her down with his gaze.

  “What are you talking about?” Danielle tried to keep the heat she could feel rising in her cheeks suppressed, but Sam saw it.

  “You’re dating your boss. Everyone’s talking about it,” Sam said firmly.

  “We went on one date last night,” Danielle said, rolling her eyes. “How could everyone be talking about it?”

  “Someone saw you weeks ago at Punch Line with him,” Sam countered. “So it isn’t just last night—and anyway, why the hell are you dating that fucker anyway?”

  “I’m dating him because I can—it’s my choice,” Danielle told her brother. “And the thing at Punch Line was to celebrate me working for him for a month. It wasn’t a date.”