Chapter Three #2
I knew he was going to kiss me, I could see the intent in his eyes and my nerve endings tingled in anticipation, eager for his touch.
As he dropped his mouth to mine, I parted my lips willingly, waiting for the invasion of his own.
And yet he hovered just above me, the move purposefully hesitant as he waited on my lead.
He needn’t have worried, yet his concern was sweet and destroyed any remaining hesitation I may have felt. Tilting my head back, my lips met with his and I moaned aloud at the contact.
The sound was all the encouragement he needed.
Shifting his body onto my lounger, he pressed up against me, his mouth moving hungrily over mine.
I matched him move for move, my leg hooking over his hips to allow his burgeoning erection to press against me.
My hands moved roughly through his hair as my lower body began to rock against him in a fevered quest for satisfaction.
His hands roamed over my front, desperately seeking access to my breasts, my nipples hardening at the prospect, the sensation almost painful at the prolonged wait as he struggled to navigate the jumpsuit.
“Blasted thing,” he cursed, shifting our entwined bodies so that he could take hold of the zip at my back.
What semblance of sanity I had left surfaced and I took hold of his hand. “Not here.”
He rested his head against my own, fighting for control. “You’re right,” he breathed eventually.
“Come on.” Moving off the sun lounger, I slipped on my shoes and pulled him with me. “We can stop at Daddy’s cellar on the way.”
The house was unusually quiet. I had expected to hear some sounds echoing through the halls from the dinner party but there was nothing.
We headed down a level, passing the kitchen and utility to pause before the door that led to the cellar.
“I’ll be back shortly, any preference for red or white?” I asked, turning to face him, excitement coursing through me as I took in his disheveled appearance at my hands, his eyes ablaze with a need I had generated. Tonight wasn’t going so bad after all.
“Whatever you fancy.”
I reached up on tiptoes and planted a lingering kiss on his lips before opening the door and heading down the steps.
It didn’t take long to realize that I wasn’t alone.
The faint sound of music reached my ears along with the gentle hum of voices.
The cellar consisted of a few rooms with a corridor running the length of them.
Most rooms possessed viewing windows, a way for Daddy Dearest to observe his stores without having to disturb the inner temperatures or some such nonsense.
The sounds were coming from the largest of the rooms, which housed a central stage with a table for his wine tasting demonstrations.
So this was why he hadn’t wanted me down here.
Curiosity sufficiently aroused, I slipped off my shoes and crept to the window.
The room was softly lit. Robert and James were lounging in one of the deep sofas that adorned the stonewalled room.
My stepfather stood at the bar pouring drinks and at the heart of the room, leaning up against the table were Emma and Diana, enjoying what looked to be an intimate conversation.
Even from this distance, I could sense the sudden closeness between them and I didn’t like it.
My stepfather moved from the bar and I leapt back for fear of being spotted. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and I knew I should take a bottle and leave. But I couldn’t; this was no ordinary wine tasting session my stepfather was hosting, of that I was certain.
Risking another look, I watched him take up a seat with the other men, all three now with their backs to me, their attention fully on the stage.
Diana passed Emma her half-finished wine glass and lifted herself to sit at the edge of the table.
Taking up her own glass, Emma moved away to place their drinks on the other end of the table and when she turned back, the air left my lungs at the sultry look in her eye.
Slowly, she moved toward Diana, her hand trailing the edge of the table, her eyes fixed on the other woman as a slight smile played about her lips. She looked completely at home in this arrangement and I didn’t want or care to think about that right now.
Looking back to Diana, I was surprised to see how nervous she looked, her knees pinned together, her expression almost wary as she watched the other woman progress toward her.
Her uneasiness wasn’t lost on Emma either.
As she came to pause before her, she cocked her head to one side and slowly mouthed the word “relax”.
Diana gave her a half smile in response, her legs slackening marginally as her eyes dropped to Emma’s delectable lips that were no more than a foot away.
“That’s better,” Emma said in approval as she slowly leaned inwards, her tongue flicking out to moisten her bottom lip just as she sipped at Diana’s upturned mouth.
The move was fleeting, yet the thrill that coursed through me was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t want to blink for fear of missing a thing.
Even the jealousy sparking within wasn’t enough to ruin the fire in my veins.
I watched in avid fascination as Diana’s eyes fluttered closed and she offered her mouth up to Emma’s once more, her hands falling to her sides as she surrendered herself up to the other woman’s attentions.
And Emma didn’t disappoint; as her hands slipped up and over Diana’s thighs, the girl melted before her, her legs falling open to grant access beneath the fabric of her dress, her head lolling back as her lips parted on a soft moan.
Emma smiled her approval, her gaze turning heated and hungry.
I couldn’t breathe I was so turned on, the ache between my legs painfully intense.
I willed Emma’s hands upward, I willed her to expose Diana’s body to me, I willed her to do all manner of things to the girl for my enjoyment.
I was beyond reproach right now, all thoughts of the other men in the room, of Daniel upstairs, had evaporated as my body and mind gave itself up to the scene before me.