Dream On (Stories of Serendipity #2) (18 page)

“This is my favorite restaurant in town.”
 

“Good.
 Hang on, I’ll get your door.”  Dalton got out of the car, and quickly walked around to open her door.

He stood still while she climbed out of the ridiculously low car without flashing him.
 Proud of her accomplishment, she smiled at him when she back up to her full height.  He didn’t move out of her way, but instead stood by the open door, and reached for a tendril of her hair.  Rubbing it between his fingertips, he took a deep breath before dropping his hand to her shoulder and kissing her gently.  His lips on hers were soft and warm, making her blood run hot in her veins.

“I could kiss you all day.”  He whispered against her mouth before raising his face from hers.  Alyssa admitted to herself that she wouldn’t mind too much, if he did.

He closed the car door, and with his hand on her back possessively, followed her into the dimly lit restaurant.

After they were seated and had ordered, Dalton leaned back in the booth and looked at Alyssa as if he was
trying to read her like a book but was unsuccessful.  Alyssa rather enjoyed being an enigma.

Finally, though, she had enough of his staring. “What?”

“It bothers me that you’re scared of me.  I don’t get it.  Why?”  His steely eyes bored into hers, questioningly.

Awkwardly, Alyssa reached for a piece of bread, tore off a piece and dipped into the mixture of oil, vinegar, and spices before putting it in her mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

“As distracting as it is to watch you eat, will you answer me?”  

Pleased with herself, she decided to go for broke.
 Either they would talk about it and get past it, or they wouldn’t and this would end.  Alyssa really would prefer to talk about it.

She swallowed her bread
and took a deep breath.

“Sex.”She probably should have expelled her breath before she spoke, because it came out louder than she had intended.
 She quickly scanned the room to see if there was anybody she knew within hearing distance.

Dalton quirked her an amused smile. “Sex scares you?”

“Not typically, but your kind of sex scares me.”

“My kind of sex?
 What exactly are you talking about?”  An amused twinkle sparkled in his eyes.

Alyssa suddenly lost her nerve.
 She looked at her lap and started twisting her napkin into knots.

“Well, the sex itself doesn’t seem all that bad, I mean everyone involved seems to enjoy it.
 It’s just all the ... other stuff.” She looked up at him, as he continued to appraise her.

“The other stuff...all of it?”

“Well…not all of it, no.”  She blushed furiously, she could feel it creeping down her chest, and watched his eyes follow the line of red as it edged toward her breasts.

“Let’s try this...tell me what you saw.”

“Um...I saw you with a woman wearing a vinyl bustier.  That was the first time.  She handcuffed me...um...you to the bed, and used a … um...I don’t know what it’s called...”

“Cock ring.
 She used a cock ring.”  His voice was quiet so the neighboring tables couldn’t hear, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable discussing this over dinner.  “It wasn’t really necessary or enjoyable.” He took a sip of the wine.  “What else?”

“Well, then
you used the hand cuffs on her and a...vibrator.”  She gulped her wine.  “I can’t talk about this.  It’s too embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing about it?
 I did it, not you.  You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

The waitress arrived with their plates then, and Alyssa thankfully started eating her food.
 The sauce on the chicken marcone was decadent, and she slurped her noodles eagerly.

Dalton watched her for a while and cleared his throat, before digging into his own food.

After a few minutes of silence, he said quietly, “I’ve seen your vibrator.”

She dropped her fork with a loud clang and took a sip of wine before speaking. “I don’t use it, much.”

“I know.”  He grinned at her, mischievously.

“Okay.”
 She breathed through the flush that was deepening on her face.  All or nothing.  “Did you dream about...when I did?  Use it?”  She held her breath.

“Not like the other dreams.” He said simply.

Curiosity got the best of her.  “What do you mean?”

“The other dreams had been about your life, like I was you, living your life.
 They were very detailed.”  She nodded along with him.  That’s what it had been like for her, too.  “But when you used the vibrator, I had stopped having those dreams, and I was missing you.”  His already intense eyes turned almost black with desire before he spoke again.  “That night, I had the most exquisite orgasm of my life, while I was sleeping.  It was just impressions and...sensations.  Very intense.  I was hoping it was you...and the vibrator.”

“Oh.”
 She took a tentative bite of her dinner, willing him not to talk with her eyes, wanting to get a bite down without choking.  After she swallowed, she said, “Alright, your turn.  What did you see?”

“I saw a loving mother, dedicated teacher, and completely unfulfilled woman.”

She did it this time.  As soon as she had a mouthful of wine, he said the words “unfulfilled woman” and she choked.  Coughing and sputtering, she held her napkin in front of her face.  He handed her a glass of water.  When she didn’t stop, he scooted out of his side of the booth and came around to hers, sliding in next to her to pat her back.  The waitress stopped by to see if she could help.

“No, I think she just swallowed down the wrong pipe.
 We’ll be okay.”  He continued to pat her back, feeding her small sips of water until Alyssa had herself under control.

“I’m sorry, Alyssa.
 I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s true.” She sputtered, still coughing a little.
 Her self-confidence was gone, and she just wanted to crawl into a little ball and go to bed.

“Why do you think we were dreaming about each other, Alyssa?”
 She gazed up at his smoky eyes as he asked the question.  She sniffled.

“I don’t really know.”

“It means we have something special.  Some kind of link with each other, and I want to explore it.  Can we do that?”

“I’m trying, Dalton.”

“You want to get our food to go?”

She tensed in his arms, and he amended his question. “I just thought maybe we could talk better at your place.
 Or mine.  Just talking. Somewhere there’s no choking hazards.”

“Okay.”

After having their food wrapped up, Dalton followed Alyssa out to his car.
 Opening the door for her, he resisted the impulse to pull her into his arms and kiss her into oblivion, but he wanted to get all of the talking out of the way first.  He knew Alyssa had issues that they needed to deal with before they could pursue the physical element of their relationship.

They rode in silence back to Alyssa’s house.
 He could see she was nervous, casting shy glances his way periodically, and he wondered what was going on inside her head.
Once inside her house, Alyssa asked, “Do you want a glass of wine?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

“Well, I’ll try not to drink any while you speak.  I think I need it, though, to get through this.”

“Okay, I’ll have a glass.”
 He was uncomfortable that she felt the need to be inebriated in order to talk to him but decided not to think too much about it.

He waited until she had poured two gl
asses and sat down on the couch before sitting next to her.

Pausing slightly, to allow her time to take a drink and swallow, he asked, “Are you afraid of getting hurt, with me?”

She paused, thinking before answering.  “No.”

“Why did you have to think about that?”

“Well, all of your…women seemed to really enjoy everything you guys did together.”  

She was blushing
again, and Dalton found himself aroused.  She obviously had no idea how sexy she was when she was embarrassed, or she would probably make more of an effort not to blush so much.  Although, she had apparently made an effort to look sexy tonight.  She had blown him away when she first opened the door this evening, and he was still having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face.

“I really enjoy giving pleasure, Alyssa.”
 His voice had gone husky.  He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go away tonight with just a conversation, especially if they were going to stay on this topic.

She looked at her lap and twisted her hands a little, before taking a gulp of wine.
 “Okay.  I’ll just say it.  Dalton, you’re a whore.”

He laughed in surprise, and she stared at him open mouthed.
 He stopped laughing as soon as he could, but he had a hard time holding in the chuckles that escaped.

“Why is that funny?”

“It’s not funny, I suppose...It’s just...Look, Alyssa, I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done in my past.  Most of them were purely impulsive.  I’ve always had a hard time thinking things through before jumping into them.  When something sounds like it might be fun, I do it.”

“Well, what about diseases, Dalton?”

“I’m clean.  I’m tested regularly.”

“When was the last time you were tested?”

“I’ll do it tomorrow, if you want me to.  Alyssa, I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.  I promise.”  She hadn’t looked at him and it was killing him.  He wanted to see her eyes while they were talking.  Unable to resist the lure of sitting so close to her on the couch and not touch her, he grasped her face in his hands and tilted her face toward him.

“Here’s what I want, Alyssa.
 I want you.  I want a relationship with you.  I want to make you happy.  I’m willing to wait until you’re comfortable with me.  Do you believe people can change?”

“Yes.”
 Her breath had started coming quicker, and Dalton could feel it on his mouth, as he held her face close to his.  She looked at his mouth, then back up to his eyes.  “I want you too, Dalton.”

He kissed her then, and he didn’t hold anything back.
 Having been in her presence all night, and trying to hide the almost constant state of arousal had really been hard for him.  He finally had heard the words he wanted her to say, and he reacted.

As he crushed her mouth against his, he willed her to want him as badly as he wanted her.
 He teased her lips with his tongue, until she opened for him.  Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, he met her small tongue and the tentative strokes that she used.  He ran his hands down her neck, holding her head in place, while he made love to her mouth with his.  

He nibbled on her lips with his teeth, softly, sucking them into his mouth to taste the sweet wine on them.
 He inhaled deeply, smelling her intoxicating perfume, his senses reeling.  He opened his mouth over hers, and let his tongue explore the depths of her mouth.  

Her body trembled at his touch, and he ran his hands down her back, pulling her closer to him.
 He could feel her breasts push against his chest as her hands entwined in his hair, pulling him closer still.  He could feel her body mold with his, as he continued to kiss her.  Alyssa leaned back, still holding his head close to hers, and he pushed forward until they were lying on the couch.  One of Dalton’s hands crept down to her bottom, squeezing gently, while the other rested on her breast.  Alyssa’s leg curled around one of his, and he could feel her need as she pushed her hips against his erection.  Her breath came hot and fast as she continued kissing his mouth.  

Dalton had never experienced this with a woman bef
ore.  He felt like he was going to explode, and they were both fully dressed.  He wanted to taste more of her, so he slowly kissed over to her ear, nibbling and sucking gently on her earlobe, reveling in the gasps she emitted.  He started rubbing her breast through her dress, feeling the soft peak harden in his fingertips.

“Dalton.” She breathed.

He stopped his ministrations.  “What, Alyssa?”

She turned her head to look at his eyes, her breathing ragged as she squirmed under him.
 “I don’t know. I-I...”

“Do you want me to stop kissing you?”
 He hoped not.  The noises she was making were turning him on.

“God, no.”

“Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“No, Dalton.
 I don’t.” She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him aggressively, making Dalton groan as he resumed his fondling of her breast.  

A
lyssa arched her back under him and continued to push her pelvis into his, writhing against Dalton.  He kissed her neck, and she tilted her head back to give him better access to her skin.  He continued down, kissing her erect nipple through her dress.  He cupped her breast with his hand and pulled the top of it into his mouth, listening to Alyssa moan and whimper.  Her frantic gyrations under him increased, distracting him slightly as he sucked her breast hard through the fabric of her dress.  His other hand was on her other breast, and he pulled the fabric of her dress and bra down, exposing it to his fingertips.  As he mouthed one breast, he fondled the other, until Alyssa’s whimpers became more urgent.