by Mia Villano
Parking myself just inside the door, a waiter offers me champagne. Accepting, I chat with a couple of interns I worked with, and begin to relax when I notice Annalise right away. She’s stunning in a navy dress that is conservative, yet shows off her curves. Her black hair is cut in a sophisticated new style, and a megawatt smile is plastered on her face. As I admire her beauty, someone taps me on the shoulder and I jump. Rounding me, and looking better than ever, is Garrison. “Hey, Daria. I didn’t know you were back. I’m glad to see you.” The smile on his face and his tailored suit makes me elated. Looking healthier and sober, I can’t help but grin with him.
“You look amazing, Garrison.” I greet him with a quick hug.
“Thanks, I feel great. You saved me, Daria. I’m a new man.”
“I didn’t save you. You saved yourself. I’m so proud of you. Are you staying in the States?”
“For a while. I want to get back soon. I met someone in Paris; I think I told you about her? I’m happy you came.” Remembering he’s dating a woman twice, possibly three times, his age, I’d hoped to avoid the conversation.
“Yes, you did. I’m sure Sebastian could use some help on the campaign trail while you’re here.” His phone buzzes and he starts to text someone with a concerned look on his face. I don’t want to intrude, but whatever he’s saying or reading seems to be upsetting him. Cursing under his breath, I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable.
“Is everything alright?” I ask, hoping it’s not his new girlfriend that is causing this type of reaction.
“Yeah, yeah. I need to step outside for a minute and take care of something. We’ll talk later.” Rushing out the door, I didn’t know what to say other than, “Bye.”
Sebastian looks over at me and our eyes lock. Plastering a smile on his face, his eyes crinkle, and he winks at me. Holy fuck. I love when he does that. Instantly feeling dizzy, I grab the wall behind me to steady myself. Something in his face is showing that I haven’t seen since we dated. A raw animalistic craving, so powerful my whole body tingles. This is what I want. This is why I came here tonight. After years of thinking of him nonstop, I couldn’t ignore his invitation when it came to my address in Paris. It was perfect timing with my trip back to apply at George Washington for the rest of my residency.
As if fate is working again, the band begins playing one of the songs Sebastian would sing to me. Sam Cooke is one of his favorites, and many nights while holding me in his arms, we would dance to “Bring It on Home to Me.” Taking my eyes off him is not an option when this song plays. The emotions we shared so long ago are suddenly present when I hear this song, and I see it on Sebastian’s face as well. Not just the passion we shared, but the friendship and adoration all seem to be remembered from this song. I feel as if the air has been drained from the room. The moment is so stirring and compelling, I forget where I am. A scorching heat and something carnal and so sexual is sizzling between us, and I become wet simply from his gaze.
I don’t know what to do with myself. Out of nowhere, General Fitzgerald approaches me again.
“I hope you aren’t going to stand there all night.” I glance back at Sebastian, but the moment has passed. His face is different as if our connection has faded. There’s a lump in my throat, and I’m not sure why.
“No, I’m waiting to talk to some old friends. I’m not going to stay long. I don’t think I’m going to be able to speak to Mr. Reed. He seems pretty busy.” Continuing to look at Sebastian, I don’t take my eyes off him as I speak.
“You can’t get near the guy. I think I’m going to barge in over there and speak to him so I can leave. Are you okay?”
Feeling Sebastian’s eyes on my again, I look away. “Oh, no. I mean, yes, I’m okay. I can use some air. I’m going to step out on the balcony for a few minutes.”
“Ok. Well, if I don’t see you any more tonight, it was nice meeting you, Daria Stewart.”
“Thank you. I enjoyed meeting you.” He hesitates and looks down.
Leaning into me he whispers in my ear, “Can I ask you out sometime? That is, if you aren’t dating anyone.” I flush with embarrassment and after seeing Sebastian, the slight attraction to him has long passed. The intensity of his gaze would be sexy if it was Sebastian, but it’s not. Opening my clutch, I pretend to look for one of my business cards. I don’t know why. This whole time, I don’t know what I’m doing. Whatever happened between Sebastian and I was so intense, I’m beginning to believe I made it all up in my head.
“I forgot my business cards,” I lie. I have no intention of giving him my number.
He looks up at me. “What type of business are you in?”
“I’m a psychiatrist. Actually, a resident. I’m hoping to finish up my residency at George Washington.”
“That’s incredible. Here’s my number.” He pulls a small card out of his pocket and hands it to me. I glance at it and throw it in my purse.
Before I have a second to respond, Sebastian calls him over. He turns and walks over to the crowd surrounding Sebastian. Breathing a sigh of relief, I walk out to the glass patio with a gorgeous view of the sun setting in colors of pink, yellow, and gray, and the Capitol in the distance. The air is breezy but it’s a welcomed relief to my overheated body.
Holding onto my clutch and glass of champagne, I lean up against the railing and my thoughts wander to when I was with Sebastian. It was a night just as beautiful as this. I can still feel his body on top of me, warm, naked and smooth. The tightness of his ass when I grabbed onto it, pushing him deeper inside me, and the way he tasted coming in my mouth are as vivid as if it were yesterday.
After I practically violate him in his office, he hesitates, wanting to go to a more private place. I agree to go back to my condo because it’s the closest. We barely make it home, groping at each other during the short car ride to my place. I would have fucked him in the car with no problem, but Sebastian insists we do it in bed the first time.
As soon as we walk into my house, Sebastian drops his keys, loosens his tie, and takes off his watch. Like a hungry animal, he charges after me. I want him naked, and fast, and I don’t hesitate to tell him. After pulling his shirt out of his dress pants, he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. Laughing, he walks toward the stairs. “Is your room up there?” I can only nod. Holy hell, I’m going to go to bed with Congressman Reed. I don’t know if I want to laugh, cry, or scream. Maybe I’m dead and this is my heaven. This can’t really be happening, can it? My door is open a crack and he kicks it open all the way with his foot. Placing me on my unmade bed, he lies down beside me, and his hand immediately slides up my thigh and under my skirt.
“No panties?”
“I forgot them this morning,” I laugh. Cupping my aching pussy with his hand, his mouth covers mine as his tongue darts inside my mouth.
“Sebastian,” I pant.
“What, baby? Are you okay with this?”
Is he kidding? Okay? There is nothing more I’ve wanted. I look up at him, staring down at me.
“I want this more than anything. Please don’t stop.” Instead of answering, he devours me. We both kick off our shoes and my hands pull at his shirt. I feel drunk, maybe intoxicated, by his scent. Once I got his shirt off, I begin working on his belt. His hand stops me.
“I’ve wanted you for months. You drove me out of my mind.”
“What took you so long?” I smile at him. His hands still on my bare pussy, and I feel his fingers slip inside me.
“Now’s the right time.” Oh, dear God. I can’t even explain what it feels like to have him touch me like that. This was something I fantasized about, yet never dreamed it would happen.
His mouth trails down my neck to my breasts, taking his time. His hands are so big and soft, his mouth warm and wet. When he pauses to look at me, I pull my shirt up and over my head. I didn’t wear a bra and I’m bare in front of him. His mouth immediately sucks in one of my nipples, pulling and lightly biting it, and I cry out in ecstasy. Looking down at me
, he hesitates and repositions himself on the bed. Licking his lips, he tugs my skirt down. Moaning, I lift my hips, so he can take it off easier and faster.
“You’re so perfect.” His voice is husky and strained. Kissing my stomach, he pushes my thighs wider apart with his body, easing himself down to my pussy. I glance at him, and he’s looking up at me.
“I’ve thought about how you tasted from the first day I met you. I imagined how you would quiver on my face when I made you orgasm. You’re so wet, Daria. So needy and ready for me.”
I can barely breathe, let alone answer him. I’ve never been so turned on by a man in my life. I feel his fingers go inside me again and I whimper. My hands grab onto my breasts, caressing my hardened nipples.
“You like that, I see. I want you to come for me. I want to watch you and see how your body responds when I do this.” His fingers hit something inside me I’ve never felt before. I climax violently as he presses his thumb against my clit. I can’t stop the orgasm tearing through me or the noises coming out. My pussy clenches his fingers as I close my eyes and enjoy the ride. When my orgasm eases, he slowly slips his fingers out of me.
“Daria, look at me.” I lazily open my eyes.
Rubbing his fingers across his lips, he opens his mouth and sucks them.
“Oh God, are you going to taste good.” I can’t take it. His mouth moves to my pussy, blowing his breath, warm against the wetness of me, as his tongue licks and darts into me.
Wanting more, I raise my hips and his hands slide under my ass, pulling me closer to him. His sinful mouth sucks and licks me relentlessly as the orgasm builds up again. Pleasure consumes me and my hands find his hair, pulling and tugging on it. As the velvet warmth of satisfaction shudders through my body, I hear myself moan again. The feelings are so intense, it almost hurts as he continues to ravage me. When the last quiver subsides, he works his way up my body to my mouth. I taste myself for the first time when he kisses me. Teasing me mercilessly, his cock presses against my swollen, wet pussy.
“That’s the first of many orgasms I plan on giving you tonight.” Sensually, he kisses me, letting his tongue dip into my mouth and lick my lips. No one has ever kissed me the way he has.
Watching him turn over on his side, Sebastian reaches for the pearls I left by my bed one night.
“Have you ever used these?”
“Used them? I only wear them. Why? What do you have in mind?” A devilish smile spreads across his lips as he wraps the string around two of his fingers.
“Spread your legs for me.” Smiling, I’m stirred by his suggestion, letting my legs fall open. Carefully, he inserts his fingers inside me, working them in and out, letting the beads rub inside my pussy. My hips gyrate and my breathing becomes more intense. Dear God, whatever he’s doing was incredible and so erotic.
“Like that?” he asks, licking my nipples as he strokes me with the pearls, in and out, over and over.
“God, yes. It’s amazing.”
Taking his fingers out, he carefully works part of the strand of beads inside me, pushing gently and watching my reaction.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.” I’m fisting the sheets to get a grip on the bed.
The fire inside of me is building as Sebastian pushes each pearl further up inside my drenched opening.
Once the entire strand’s inside me, he tortuously begins to take them out, pearl by pearl. Each one brushes against the walls of my sex as I cry out. Pressing his tongue against my clit makes the intense feeling even more incredible. He bathes my clit in soft licks and kisses as I continue to spasm around the beads. I let the orgasm wreck me as it takes over my body. Sweat covers my skin and my moans pierce through the darkness of my room.
“Sebastian.”
“I know, baby. It feels good.” He kisses my thighs, and I wrap my body around him, not wanting it to end. He stops for a minute and I hear him tear open the package of a condom. Keeping my eyes closed, the bed shifts, and he’s back on top of me. His tenderness this time is replaced with a need that makes him rough and almost abrasive. Pulling me to him, I’m encircled in his imaginary cage, as he looks into my eyes, slipping his cock inside me. His eyes are dilated and intense. I know, in this moment, I will never be with anyone that moves me as much as he does. I grab onto his broad shoulders as hunger builds once again, coaxing me toward another orgasm. He’s inside me and I can’t believe it’s happening.
“Fuck me, Sebastian.” He moves in and out, teasing me.
“Daria. You feel so good. So wet and so tight.” I gasp as he rams into me hard. The bond is agonizing between us. I will never again be so perfectly aligned with someone mentally, physically, or emotionally. On top of that, I have never been so aroused by anyone, like I am with Sebastian. His thrusts become faster and I can tell he’s close to coming. Clenching around his cock, I take him in and out, accepting all he wants to give me. His muscular body tightens and his breathing sounds strained. Groaning, I pull him closer to me, locking my legs around his waist.
“Daria, oh God. I’ve never been so hard, so deep. Look at me, Daria. Come with me.” He groans my name, over and over. Just as he comes, pleasure claws at me again and I grab onto him, riding the wave of utter ecstasy with him.
I open my eyes as I come. His eyes never leave me, and neither of us can stop. Our bodies covered in sweat, he falls on top of me and I relax into the mattress. We lay there, tangled together, until the sun comes up. Needless to say, I don’t study that night and I still manage to pass my exam.
The waiter offering me a flute of champagne brings me back to the present. Accepting with a smile, I turn to see Sebastian standing in front of me.
8
Sebastian
Annalise arrives early and looks as ravishing as ever. Her new conservative look is striking yet not really her style. I worry she is trying to look like a First Lady by making subtle changes in her looks. This is the first time I’ve seen her in weeks, and she makes it known that my bed is where she wants to be later, brushing her ass against me and licking her lips whenever I glance at her.
Apologizing for storming out, she wants to get back on the trail with me. Remembering what Vick said about looking like the person that commits, I agree.
It doesn’t take long before the intoxicating scent that is Daria stirs in the air. She came to the party and I’m privately overjoyed. A sudden ache sweeps over me as I find her in the crowd. Once I lay eyes on her, I relax and know the night will be perfect.
A vision of utter perfection and innocence, she’s wearing a black dress with heels, making her stand out over everyone. Her hair is cascading down her shoulders. A bright red lipstick adorns her perfect mouth, and her skin has this sheen, making my dick come to life. She’s insanely flawless and angelic. As soon as my gaze locks onto hers, I’m shot. People are coming up, congratulating me, and our conversations are a blur. Daria Stewart turns my brain to mush again. I continue to enjoy the view, with her in my sight until Garrison saunters up to me- breaking my thoughts. He’s wearing a suit and has a grin planted on his face. I notice his unruly hair is cut and styled and he looks healthier than he has in a while.
“Hey, big brother. Looking good tonight. I hear you will be the next POTUS soon.” I reluctantly shake his extended hand as his other hand holds a bottle of water.
“Thanks. I haven’t won yet. I still have a long way to go. You seem happy and, I should add, very well dressed.”
“Yeah, well you can blame Daria for that. Through her connections at that psycho hospital, she got me into a rehab program. Seems to be working this time. She’s a goddamn angel.”
She is an angel, but she’s MY angel. He looks down and opens his sport coat, then spins around. I give him a thumbs up and excuse myself, walking away. His theatrics aren’t needed and I don’t want to be pissed off.
My mother hires another band for this evening. I ask that she have blues or jazz this time and, as if by some strange fate, they begin to play “Bring It on Home to Me.�
� The nape of my neck breaks out in a sweat. I pause on a breath, aroused by the thoughts of Daria’s warm body and supple lips on my ear, as I remember her singing this song to me. This is our song. We would spend many a night listening to our song in room 312, as she danced in my arms.
Staring out at a slew of people once again, I look for her. She eyes me and warmth blankets me as I look back and wink. This is ridiculous. I’m not spending another night staring at her. Before I have a chance to walk up to her, I’m stopped by one of the senators.
“Senator Rigby. Thanks for coming.” The senator stands right in front of my view of Daria, shaking my hand. Continuing to talk about some bill he wants to get through if I’m elected, he doesn’t notice my eyes aren’t on him, but searching for Daria. Since he doesn’t seem to want to take a hint, I politely tell him we will speak later and pat him on the shoulder. Finally, spotting her in the crowd, I notice her walking out on the balcony. I excuse myself from the small group of guests anxiously awaiting to speak to me, as I head towards the balcony. My path to Daria is not going to be sidelined by anyone, or anything.
The closer I inch, I realize she’s even more breathtaking than I remembered. She’s just accepted a flute of champagne from a waiter and as she turns to face me. A smile lights up her face as I smile back. The scent of her perfume takes me to another time and place.
“I’m glad you came tonight.” Fuck, I want to take her in my arms and hold her.
“You know how I don’t like these things. I’m okay once I get in the door. It’s taking that first step inside. Thanks for the invitation, and congratulations, by the way.”
“Thank you, how long will you be in the States this time?” Christ, I hope no one interrupts us.
