Towards the end of the afternoon, they arrived at the vineyard and Vince hoped that with a little bit of alcohol in her, Bianca would open up and tell him what she was thinking. One glass after another and Bianca seemed to be getting more relaxed, much to Vince’s relief.
“Do you want to walk around the vineyard with me? We can see all the different grapes they have growing and take a tour of the winery.”
Bianca nodded and nursed her emptying wine glass. “As long as we get to take more of this wine with us.” She had already drank more than half a bottle during the tasting. Vince didn’t have the heart to tell her that you were only supposed to take small sips during the tasting, not drink the whole glass.
“Sure, whatever you want, love.” Vince stood quiet for a moment as they began to walk around the vineyard. “Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you since this morning?”
“Nothing’s bothering me,” Bianca said while taking another big gulp.
“I know enough about women to know that you’re lying. Please, I’m being serious. Tell me what’s wrong.”
"How are you less drunk than I am!?" Bianca slurred slightly, trying to change the subject.
Vince sighed frustrated because she avoided the question yet again. "Because I didn't drink half a bottle of wine on an almost empty stomach. You're gonna be feeling that tomorrow, sweetheart. C'mere." Vince wrapped his arm around Bianca’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "Now will you please talk to me?"
She leaned against the winery building, closed her eyes and sighed. “Why are you leaving me already? I thought we were going to spend more time together…”
“Bianca, you really didn’t think that I would stop traveling the world just to be with you, did you?” Vince winced as he realized how harsh that sounded. “It’s not that I don’t care, because I do. I care a lot. But just like you, I’m really dedicated to my job. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want a relationship, I just need to learn how to balance it all.”
“I don’t want to be balanced. I like being with you! I like making food with you and seeing things with you. I don’t want to be second fiddle to you!”
“Love, please understand that I want you in my life. You’re very important to me. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not.”
Bianca could feel his warm hands cup her face and his lips kiss her forehead. “Is that how you really feel?” she whispered against him.
“Of course it is. Besides, no one ever said that you couldn’t travel the world with me. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Let you cook anywhere you want to cook."
Traveling the world? Bianca hadn’t even thought about that. She had been so focused on the thought of Vince leaving her that she didn’t even realize how right he was. She could travel the world with him. She could try foods from all over the world, learn new flavors, new cultures, new customs. It would be the adventure of lifetime. Vince knew just what to say to make her melt.
“I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Vince, how could I ever regret anything with you? Even when I was mad at you, you found someway to make me happy. Not everyone would do that for me.” Bianca said.
He smiled and laughed. “I just didn’t want you looking like you were gonna kill me the whole time. That was the scary part. On another note, how are you feeling with all that wine in you?”
“That’s some good strong shit right there, haha! I feel it. Oh, I definitely feel it. It’s got me thinking all kinds of shit.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?" Vince asked as he pressed his body closer to Bianca’s, trapping her between him and the wall.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and made sure their hips were pressed together. “That we should do something naughty…sexy…a little dangerous where some people might see us?”
Vince’s eyes lit up and he quickly looked around. There wasn’t anyone in sight for now but Bianca was right. Someone could come at any minute. “You mean right here? Against the winery?”
“Better decided now before this wine wears off and I regret even saying this,” she giggled.
Vince smirked and picked Bianca up, wrapping her leg around his waist. “You don’t have to tell me twice!”
His mouth made quick work of placing kisses all along her neck and collarbone. Bianca worked her arms across the expanse of his chest. His teeth clamped onto her skin as his fingernails dug deep into her thighs. She let out a small sigh of pleasure and arched her hips up, grinding her growing wetness against his clothed dick. He pushed a few strands of hair away from her face and kissed her gently. She held the kiss a little longer, biting at his bottom lip ever so slightly. Bianca’s eyes remained closed as she toyed with the fly of his pants.
"Let me feel you, baby"
Vince licked his lips and rested his head against her shoulder as she stroked his growing bulge slowly. His lips met her neck again, making her skin sizzle even more under the Italian sun. His kisses were soft, barely there, but she felt every single one. His hands worked over her shoulders and arms, sliding down underneath her shirt then trailing their way back up to cup her breasts. "If you don't regret anything you do with me, then let me treat you…" Vince whispered into her ear.
"Yes, Vince," she moaned, "Treat me." She knew her head was spinning, but damn, everything just felt so good right now. She couldn't resist.
His blunt nails were now carving patterns into her stomach, and it made her ache to be touched even more. She looked up at him to see a smirk plastered on his lips. Smug bastard. He dropped her back gently down on the ground and lowered himself to his knees, kissing at her stomach and thighs. Her jeans had been pulled down her thick thighs and were now a puddle around her ankles. Her back arched against the building, pushing her hips towards his mouth, responding to the way his moist tongue caressed her skin.
He traveled lower still, settling on the crotch of her panties, earning a moan from Bianca. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him close so she could grind her clothed mound against his lips. Vince grabbed her hips and held them roughly in place. "Wine sure changes your mind quickly. Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, concern rising in his voice.
"Shut up. I want you, Vince, I'm sober enough to know that." She looked into his still questioning eyes.
"I hope so, baby." His hands captured hers, and he kissed each fingertip slowly. He brought her palm to his cheek then turned to kiss it. "I promise to make you feel amazing."
Her eyes darted away from him but she wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted to feel him close, to feel everything about him, just like he promised. His lips were on her again, everywhere but her mouth. His mouth did wonders on each inch of her flesh but she wanted them to kiss her again. She wanted him to explore her mouth with that skilled tongue. Either that or feel it deep inside her.
Vince pulled away for a moment to discard her jeans and panties. His lust-filled green eyes instantly locked on her now exposed mound. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips, an action so primal and filled with desire. Their eyes locked again. They were about to do this, and she wasn't even denying him at this point. She was a damn fool, a lust-driven fool that had no business doing this in public. But she didn’t care anymore.
She intertwined their hands in a tight embrace. "Fill all the promises and desires you told me yesterday. Fill me."
He nodded, appreciatively. "That's all I wanted to hear, baby. I just wanna be absolutely sure."
Their lips crashed together then, an endless battle of bites and licks, sucks and moans. Her body quivered against him. Their hips dug together in memory of the time they shared yesterday, the same sensual grinds bringing Bianca to the edge of her sanity. She dug her nails into his lower back, marking him with four long streaks of red. That gained her a particularly harsh grind right into her core, the pressure on her sensitive bud making her toes curl.
She clawed at his jeans, wanting to feel his dick inside her, enough teasing. Even through her wine induce
d haze, she knew that that Vince was hot and ready for her. He pulled away for a bit, sliding down the fly of his jeans and pushing his tight underwear down, letting his dick spring to life. Just when she was ready for him to plow her he disappeared onto his knees again.
"See ya," he said before diving between her legs once more. When his tongue met her warm heat, she couldn't help the moan that rushed from her mouth, but she covered her mouth quickly, hoping that no one had heard.
Vince smiled and continued his work, leaving Bianca to be look-out, all while trying to focus on the amazing pleasure he was giving her. She ground her hips into his face, craving to feel his frantic tongue inside her. Vince gripped her hips, digging his nails into her lower back to keep her as close as possible. Her toes dug into the grass. Her back arched, her head tossed back. Her breath came in short pants. She felt her muscles tighten deep within her stomach.
"God, Vince! I'm gonna—"
She saw that mop of blonde hair pop back up. "Nope."
He wiped his mouth and licked his lips, happily ignoring the glare Bianca was giving him. Instead he turned her around, pressing her breasts against the building and plunged himself inside her. He pressed his forehead to her shoulder and sighed happily. It all felt so unreal. "You feel good," he whispered.
She smiled and nodded. "So do you. Amazing even."
They kissed again, giving each other gentle pecks and just holding each other. It was weird to feel Vince as so vulnerable, but having his arms around her felt so right. They were sharing something that she didn’t think she had ever shared with another man before. She stopped telling herself to keep her guard up and just—for a moment—it was everything she ever needed and more.
Bianca closed her eyes and lost herself to the slow rhythm of his hips pumping. Slow, taunting movements, filling every inch inside her until she couldn't think straight. Her teeth clung to her bottom lip, stifling her cries. Her nails stayed settled within the crevices of the brick wall, a way to steady herself against the slapping of Vince's hips against hers. His fingers stayed wrapped in her hair, an arm wrapped around her waist to add to his teasing pumps. "I love you." he whispered.
She smiled. "I know you do baby, I feel it."
Bianca loved him and cared for him, and she wanted to let go of her protective walls and let the whole world know. That would take time, but the seed was already planted, her feelings blossoming even now as they made love.
Her legs were firmly planted in the grass, her ass up at the perfect position to feel his head throbbing against her spot as it begged to be rammed into over and over. She moaned his name in between gasps of air.
"Say my name again," he begged. His head had retreated to its favorite place between her neck and shoulder but his voice rang out loud and clear.
"Vince…" she groaned out.
"Again!"
She turned to look at him briefly. "Vince," she sighed, "Your dick feels so good inside me. Don't stop…"
He stilled his movements then, trying to regain his composure. "F-fuck…oh, Bianca."
"Hmm, my name sounds good on your tongue, too." She licked her lip appreciatively before biting down on it.
"I want to fuck you so badly, but I don't want to mess this up," he confessed.
"Vince, you won't fuck this up. You could never fuck this up. Do whatever you want with my body. I just want to feel you cum."
He gripped her shoulders with one hand and steadied himself against the wall with the other. Vince slammed into her now, driving her to the brink of her orgasm. The steady thump, thump, thump of his body against hers filled her with such pleasure. His dick swelled inside her.
"Cum with me, Bianca. Fucking cum for me baby."
Her hand reached back and gripped his hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss. "Make me,Vincent. Make me cum for you. Make me scream your name over and over again. You want that, don't you? You've fantasized about that, haven't you?"
He swallowed hard and frantically nodded. His girth swelled and throbbed deep inside her, and he was ready to burst. She tried hard to concentrate on the small circles his fingers were making against her clit. They were sporadic and frantic. She clamped down around him tight and cried out his name just like she had promised. Her orgasm flooded through her just as she felt Vince's rush into her. His warmth filled her to the brim and made her entire body tingle with the aftershock of their love-making.
"Are you okay?" Vince panted. He gently turned her around to look into my eyes. "How do you feel? I mean…"
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the beaming sunlight overhead. "My head is spinning and I'm nauseated but…Vince…" she smiled and pressed their lips together. "You made love to me."
“Of course. It’s—oh shit! I hear people coming!”
They both looked to where the sound of conversation was coming from. Quickly, they scooped up all their clothes and ran away, laughing their asses off and hoping to God no one saw them.
“That was a close one!” Vince said.
Bianca just laughed. “You were running around with your dick hanging out and shit. Put that away!”
Vince looked down at his open fly. “I didn’t have to time to fix myself! I didn’t want anyone to see! Besides, you don’t even have pants on!” He tossed her jeans at her playfully before adjusting himself. “C’mon, let’s get back to the wine tasting before anyone figures out that we’ve been gone for a while.”
“Yeah, you're right. But maybe we can sneak off again. That wine tasting was pretty boring. I only liked it for the booze.” She pulled her jeans on, jumping into them to get them over her hips.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Vince said as he put his arm around her. “But that’s what I love about you. Fresh and vibrant. Like mint.”
“Like mint,” she smiled. “See, you say some dumb shit like that and it makes me happy. But only you.”
The couple began walking back towards the wine tasting party, leaving their little escapade behind the winery a fond memory of their time in Italy together.
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In Love With A Boss Nigga
Shantel Johnson
© 2015 Sensual Ink Publishing
Tiffany, Sienna and Derrick just stood there in the lobby of the building staring at each other. Tiffany and Sienna with tears in their eyes and Derrick standing there drenched with an I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude. Tiffany could not speak. When she tried, she just blew puffs of air with no words or sounds. Sienna breaks the awkward silence and says, “I guess we need a new motto. “If you like fucking Sienna, then you will love fucking Tiffany.” Sienna shook her head, turned and walked away, drowning out the sound of Derrick’s voice as he was shouting out something behind her back.
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Tiffany and Sienna have been best friends ever since they met on the first day of school in second grade at Harper’s Elementary School, a local elementary school in the suburbs of Baltimore. Their friendship survived all of the adolescent drama of middle school, the ups and downs of high school and the building of lifelong friendships in college. Their motto was “If you didn’t like Tiff, then you didn’t like Sin.” They were always together and often mistaken for sisters. Their lives paralleled each other. They graduated college together. They got engaged around the same time. They got married around the same time and they even got divorced around the same time. They were each other’s support system through all of the ups and downs of their lives. Their bond was tight, unbreakable, even though they were opposites in so many ways.
Nothing could break up their friendship. There were times when they got mad at each other and did not speak for days. Eventually they would make up as if nothing ever happened and usually neither one of them could remember why they were upset with the other one. Every year they would vacation together. They took their annual trip to The Essence Festival in New Orleans. The day after Thanksgiving they would kick off the shopping season by going to New York for the weekend for
Black Friday shopping and a little club hopping.
Tiffany grew up with her parents and her older sister and older brother in an affluent neighborhood in Columbia, a suburb of Baltimore. Tiffany was aggressive, outspoken, and sarcastic. She always stayed dressed in the latest trends by the hottest designers. She always spoke her mind and didn’t really care about whose feelings would get hurt. This attitude usually got her in trouble in her personal life but professionally it helped lead to her success in the corporate world. At the height of her career, president of a major marketing firm, she has decided that she wants to focus on her career. She was not looking for a relationship and she was not looking to get married. She already tried that and luckily escaped without getting pregnant. She loves her independence and has only a few uses for men in her life.
Sienna, on the other hand, was the opposite. She was raised by a single overprotective mother in a typical middle class neighborhood. Sienna’s mother worked hard as a teacher to make sure that Sienna had everything that she needed to keep up with the rest of the kids in the suburbs. She tried to teach Sienna to be independent and take care of herself. As a teenager, Sienna’s mother kept her from negative influences, as she called them, by not allowing her to go anywhere. She was only allowed to go out with Tiffany and Tiffany’s family.
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