Chapter 5
Victor placed his hand on the small of her back as he guided her through the crowds.
Jessica had never been around so many celebrities and A-listers in her life. She felt self conscious about her dress, which she’d picked out at Target the day before.
It had looked lovely in the store’s dressing room, and she’d felt giddy putting it on earlier in the evening when she put it on. But now that she was around so many designer gowns, the plain black dress seemed drab and childish.
“Are you doing okay?” Victor whispered into his ear as they walked down the aisle, between rows of seating. The ceremony had just ended, and Jessica knew, from her experience as a photographer, that the next several hours would be filled with mingling and press sessions.
“I think so,” she said, and heard the shakiness in her own voice. “I thought that this would feel… different.”
“It can be overwhelming,” Victor said. “You’re doing great.”
A Japanese man approached. At his side was a beautiful African American woman, who Jessica recognized immediately as Merika, a famous singer.
The Japanese man raised an arm. “Victor,” he said. “I thought that was you. I saw you earlier, seated a few rows down from us, but I didn’t have a chance to say hello.”
“Haruki,” Victor said warmly. He shook Haruki’s hand, and then nodded to Merika. “This is Jessica Lewis,” he said to the couple.
Jessica extended her hand and shook hands with Haruki and then Merika. “Congratulations,” Jess said to Merika. “Two awards. You must be very proud.”
Merika smiled genuinely and reached for the Japanese man’s hand. “I couldn’t have done it without Haruki,” she said, leaning in and giving her man a kiss.
Their obvious affection for one another was inspiring, and Jess wondered if she and Victor had the same glow.
She felt Victor’s hand wrap around her waist, and she leaned into him.
He was dressed in a perfectly fitted suit with a white button up. His shirt was unbuttoned at the neck and upper chest, and he didn’t wear a tie. He’d grown out his rough beard since the last time Jess saw him, and he now looked relaxed enough to fit in with the California crowd.
Jess liked the way it felt to stand at his side.
She could imagine how they might look, as a couple, to an outside observer. She, with her chocolate skin, vivacious curves and black curls, and he with his blonde, nordic good looks.
Besides their physical differences, they also had different backgrounds. He’s royalty, she thought. And I come from the ghettos of LA. Would people ever understand what we are doing together?
Maybe we’ll fly under the radar. No one will pay much attention.
As if in an answer to her question, a flash went off in their direction. Jessica looked up, and saw a half dozen reporters aiming cameras their way. She knew that it was in part because they were talking to Merika, who was a rising star. But it was also because of Victor, and most likely, because of her position at his side.
If I was assigned this event, she thought, I’d get pictures of us.
This is a juicy story. Isn’t it?
Just how juicy is it going to get? she wondered.
She had a feeling that was up to her and Victor, and the decisions that they made.
She could feel the contact of his body through their clothes. He was warm, and knowing that his bare skin was only separated from hers by a few layers of clothing made her feel tingles through her body.
Where is this going? she wondered. How far are we going to take this? Or is he only interested in me while this is new, and he’ll get tired of me after a while?
Victor, Haruki, and Merika were still chatting, but Jessica couldn't follow the conversation. She felt distracted by the cameras pointed in their direction. And as she worried about what people might think of her, when they saw images of the two of them together, she grew more critical of her appearance. People will wonder what a Prince is doing with a girl like me, she thought.
And what is he doing with me?
So, we have some kind of physical attraction.
How far is that going to carry us?
Where is this relationship going?
What is my next move?
Her mind turned to what might happen after the awards ceremony wrapped up. She wondered if Victor would invite her to his home in LA. Should I say yes? she wondered.
The feel of his body next to hers was persuasion enough. I want to, she thought, turning so that she could take in his profile. I want to go home with him.
Two hours later, as they got into Victor's Porsche, he asked her the question she’d been thinking about all night.
“Would you like to come to my place for a night cap?” he asked. “Or, if you prefer, I can drive you home.”
“Your place,” Jessica said, her heart pitter-pattering in her chest. Definitely your place, she thought to herself, as Victor pulled out into traffic.
Half an hour later, Victor pressed some buttons on the security keypad by the gate. Jessica felt her heart pounding as the gates opened. This must have been how Cinderella felt when she moved in with Prince charming, she thought as she eyed the sprawling mansion at the end of the driveway.
How did I get this lucky?
Victor tucked his arm back into the car and rolled up the window. He turned down the music, which was smooth jazz, and the sounds faded into the back of the car.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low. “This isn’t too much for you, is it? I can bring you home, if you like.”
Jessica shook her head.
She felt happy that Victor offered. He was so unlike the other men she’d dated, who would see the idea of bringing her home as though it was a home run for themselves. They would never worry about her feelings as Victor so clearly did. She smiled.
“I want to be here,” she assured Victor. She reached across the seat and found his hand. She squeezed it. “I want to see your home. I want to keep learning more about you, Victor.”
This made him smile. They were driving slowly down the driveway, and it began to curve. When they arrived at a stop in front of the mansion's towering double front doors, Victor stopped the car.
“Here it is,” he said. “I just bought it a few years ago. What do you think?”
Jessica felt giddy as she eyed the wealth on display before her. “It's gorgeous, Victor,” she said.
Several moments later, she gaped up at the expansive ceilings of an ornately decorated living room. Every inch of it was designed to please the eye, and not a detail had been spared.
As she looked around her, she felt Victor's muscular arms circle her waist, drawing her attention away from her surroundings, and back to the man who owned them.
“Hi beautiful,” he said, standing behind her and leaning in, so that his lips were close to her ear. She could feel the length of his body as it aligned with hers.
Jessica enjoyed the warmth of Victor’s body as he held her. She reached her hand up, and found the side of his face.
She turned her head, and he leaned down.
He kissed her deeply, his body drawing her in.
Jessica could feel his muscles tense as he pulled her in closer. She felt her ass rub up against him, and could tell that he enjoyed it as they kissed.
His hands gripped her hips, and she could feel electricity shoot through her in the places that he touched her.
She rotated, while still in his arms, until she was facing him.
“Hi, handsome,” she said..
She let her fingertips trail down his chest, between the flat planes of his pecs.
“Is there anyone else here?” she asked as her fingers moved down his abdomen. Victor's eyelids became hooded with desire as he guessed why she was asking.
“No,” he said. “It’s just you and me. We have the place to ourselves. Why… do you want privacy?”
“I think that would be best,” Jessica said, feeling emboldened by Victor’s clearly lustful tone.
She ran her hand down, brushing it against his crotch.
She heard him inhale sharply. She changed the direction of her hand, and ran it over his package again, feeling his hardness beneath his pants.
“Why is that?” Victor asked. He reached for her hand and moved it back down, so that it was over his dick. Jessica stroked him through his pants again, and his breath became shallow.
He groaned quietly.
“Because,” Jessica said. “I want to do naughty things to you. I wouldn’t want anyone to walk in on us.”
“Oh, really?” Victor asked.
Jessica moved her fingers to the button of his pants. “I think you might like the naughty things I want to do to you.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to,” Victor agreed.
Jessica unzipped his fly.
His pants fell to the floor and pooled around his ankles.
Victor was wearing navy blue boxer briefs, and Jessica licked her lips as she let her hand travel over the bulge in them. She stroked his erection through his briefs, once down, and then once up, squeezing him as her hand traveled upwards, back to his abdomen.
Jessica looped her fingers under the waistband of Victor’s briefs and dragged them down, over his thighs.
Once his package was exposed, Jessica knew why Victor had such a cocky attitude. His cock was long, and thick. It was the biggest penis she’d ever seen, and she felt blood rush between her legs at the mere sight of it.
“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips.
“Do you like what you see?” Victor asked.
“I do,” Jessica said. She remembered standing at the altar with Victor, and smiled inwardly as she said the words again. “I do.”
Then she lowered her body so that she was on her knees. Her lips were aligned with Victor's dick. She felt him shudder as she took him into one hand, and then circled her mouth around the tip of his penis.
He felt warm and good in her mouth. She heard him moan as she moved her tongue lightly against just the tip of him.
“Oh, baby,” he said. “That feels amazing.”
You haven’t felt anything, yet, Jessica thought as she started making little circles with her tongue. She moved her hand back and forth lightly along his shaft, and felt blood pulse through him.
She moved her hand so that it was out of the way, and took him deeper into her mouth. She felt herself getting turned on as she began moving her lips up and down his hard dick.
As her rhythm grew more steady, she became more and more turned on.
Her pussy became wet as she gave him head. Her rhythm grew faster and she enjoyed listening to his groans, and knowing that he was just as turned on as she.
*****
Victor looked down at the gorgeous woman with her mouth around his dick. He could think of little else except for the pleasure that she was delivering. As he came, he found himself eager to give her as much pleasure as he had just felt.
His chance to deliver didn't come until the next evening. He hired a private chef, and invited Jessica to stay the night again.
The way Jessica gave him head made him appreciate her sexual side. There’s more to this woman than I first knew, he thought, as he looked across the table at her.
The chef had just served dessert, and Jessica was taking a bite of chocolate raspberry soufflé. The dinner was set up at a table in the outdoor kitchen in his backyard. Jessica’s glistening lips curled around the sweet chocolatey dessert, reminding him of what she’d done for him the night before.
He felt himself become aroused, and his penis stiffened, just by watching her.
Standing across the altar from her was one thing, Victor realized. The feeling had been surreal, as if it had been a glimpse into the future. It had made him think of Jessica as wife material. But getting to know her sexual side is a completely different thing, he realized. He felt that he’d discovered a whole new depth to the beautiful woman, and he couldn’t wait to explore it further.
“How is it?” he asked, motioning to the dessert. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip of the dark red merlot.
“Delicious,” Jessica said, wrapping her tongue around her bottom lip to catch any stray sugary drops.
“It looks good,” Victor said.
Jessica stood up out of her seat and walked around the table. She carried a forkful of the desert with her.
As he watched her move, he became more turned on. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
She stood behind him, and laid one arm down over his chest. He felt her palm spread across his chest, stroking the fine material of his button up shirt.
Her hair swept over his shoulder and neck as she leaned over him from behind. She reached her arm around, placing the forkful of sweetness before him. When she whispered in his ear, he felt his penis become harder.
“Do you want to try it for yourself?” she asked, rubbing his chest.
I like this side of her, he thought.
“Yes,” he said, his voice deep.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth, and she inserted the chocolate. The rich sweetness burst over his taste buds, creating a sensation of pleasure that was magnified when Jessica leaned down and began kissing his neck.
He felt completely turned on, and could feel that he now had a full erection. Jessica’s hands played lightly over his button up, smoothing the fabric over his chest. Her lips moved to his earlobe, and she sucked it, reminding him again of the way her wet lips had felt on his dick.
“That’s good,” he said, speaking of the chocolate and her touch both.
“You like it?” Jessica asked.
“I’d like it more in the bedroom,” he said. “Somehow I think the chocolate would taste better there.”
“Let’s find out,”Jessica said.
She gave his earlobe one last suck and then a light nip.
Victor couldn't believe what her sexual side was doing to him. He felt as though she was giving him all of the signals that said she was up for a wild adventure in the bedroom.
Though she’d looked like an angel as she stood across from him at the altar, he had a feeling that he was going to see the side of her that wasn’t afraid to break all of the rules.
And he wanted to break them with her.
*****
Jessica carried the plate of creamy chocolate, along with her wineglass, into the bedroom. She took a sip of wine as she surveyed the place where Victor slept when he visited LA.
The room was decorated with a beach cabana feel. The bed was king sized, and the frame was made of carved wood. She could see intricate birds and leaves meticulously carved into the light, honey-colored wood. It was a piece of artwork in itself, but beyond that, the walls were also covered in artwork. As she looked around, she saw several large, airy and abstract paintings that added to the beautiful atmosphere.
She felt as though she’d just stepped into a haven of aesthetic beauty. She knew that the stunning visuals would pale in comparison to Victor's fine sculpted muscles ,when she saw him naked.
The merlot that had been served with dinner was the finest wine she’d ever tasted. Each mouthful created a bouquet of flavors on her tongue. Along with the chocolate desert, she found her senses almost overwhelmed with pleasure.
And she knew that the real pleasure hadn't even started yet.
She placed the dessert on Victor’s nightstand, along with her glass of wine.
Music started playing over speakers that she couldn't locate. The tones were soft, sensual, filled with tinkling piano chords and a velvety, underlying cello melody.
The lights dimmed and she heard the flick of a lighter. Jessica turned to see Victor lighting several large, white, pillar candles that stood along a mantle.
I’m in heaven, Jessica thought. I must be in heaven.
She closed her eyes and inhaled, taking it all in. The music seemed to flow through her veins. The clean smell of the candles starting to burn mixed with the scent of Victor, which she’d come to know and love since her days in London.
While her eyes were still closed, she felt Victor’s arms gently land on her shoulders. He began rubbing her shoulders in small circles. His caring touch was so loving and gentle that it almost felt painful.
I’ve never felt this much pleasure, this much peace, in my whole life, Jessica thought. I’m not used to it. She willed herself to relax, so that she could enjoy Victor's touch and attention. As she relaxed, she felt herself open up to the new depths of pleasure that she was experiencing.
Victor’s hands moved down her arms, to her elbows, and then back up to her shoulders.
She opened her eyes. Immediately, she was met with his deep blue eyes, which were watching her intently.
She couldn’t look away. As the music floated around them, and the candlelight flickered, she became lost in his eyes.
The experience of staring into his eyes, in that moment, transported her into that mysterious space she’d first come into contact with in the altar. This is the mystery, she thought. This is the mystery that Victor loves so much. I can see why he loves it. I feel eternal.
Jessica didn't know how much time passed in this way. She had no sense of minutes passing as she looked into his eyes. It was as though she was traveling through him, and communicating with his soul.
After what felt like an eternity, she sensed Victor moving closer.
He leaned into her, and paused with his lips almost touching hers. He stayed there, poised, breathing in and out. She could feel his hot breath tickle her lips.
She inhaled and exhaled in time with him, waiting in anticipation for the kiss that she knew would lead to more.
Much more.
When at last his lips landed on her own, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Victor kissed her fiercely, and she met his passion with force of her own.
She allowed her body to fall into his, and he held her upright with his strong arms. Her nipples became alive as they kissed, and she could feel excitement sweep through her core. Victor’s erection pressed against her, and she couldn’t help but move her body against it. Victor’s hands lifted her skirt. She felt his powerful, strong grip on her ass.
She lifted one leg, and wrapped it around him, grinding against his pelvis. His hands on her ass helped her, and he nearly lifted her up off of the ground as he guided her body against his.
When they parted, Jessica was sure that it had been the best kiss of her life.
But as Victor lowered himself to the ground and began dragging her panties down while she stood, she had a feeling that she was about to receive a kiss of a different kind, that was just as mind blowing.