by Rachel Angel
“Oh my God, Taryn, I’m getting close…” Sylvain stopped talking in the middle of his sentence, not able to get it out. His words pleased Taryn and she kept going quicker, building up the anticipation and hoping that Sylvain would lose control and explode in her mouth.
His hands were pressed on her shoulders and his hips were moving forward slightly to meet her demanding mouth and suddenly he froze in place and in that moment Taryn knew that she’d done it. She felt his hot release come in her mouth and she swallowed it down, enjoying the feeling of giving him such pleasure in her mouth. It was so exciting and to know that they could both bring each other intense orgasms with their mouths was a turn-on, not to mention a confidence builder for Taryn.
“Wow,” Sylvain finally said. Taryn was looking up at him and smiling.
“Did you like that?” Taryn asked playfully. Her finger was tickling the tip of his cock and he squirmed from the sensitivity of it.
“Like seems inadequate. Like to the 10th degree—maybe,” Sylvain said.
“I sure liked it. You’re so sexy, Sylvain.”
Sylvain looked at Taryn for a bit and something in his eyes changed for the briefest of moments and then he returned to the look he had before. “We better finish our meal before our food gets cold,” he commented.
Taryn got up and Sylvain followed, pulling his pants back on. As she walked over to the door to unlock it she said, “I’m feeling pretty hot, I don’t know about that,” she said. She wanted to keep the mood light and lively. Overall, she was glad that Sylvain hadn’t said no to her advance because she’d wanted it so badly. It was spontaneous and it really turned her on.
After they began eating again, Sylvain said, “You are certainly full of surprises, Taryn.”
“That’s good. I think surprises are a good thing for you. As for me, I’ve always liked them. How about you?”
“No, not always,” Sylvain answered abruptly. “My childhood showed that surprises were never a good thing.” He didn’t offer anything else to go along with that. From the little bits of information that Taryn had been able to receive about Sylvain’s childhood, he knew that his parents were not very involved or great, but that they’d also abandoned him and Jacob when Sylvain was only eight years old. It had forced some tough times upon him and they were things that most adults never had to endure, much less a young child who was looking out for him and his even younger brother.
“Were they always horrible?” Taryn asked softly. She could feel her heart melting at the obvious response that Sylvain still had when he thought of his parents. Had he truly healed or come to terms with it all? She didn’t know, but she was compelled to help in any way she could; even if it was lending an attentive ear.
“I don’t recall a time when they weren’t, but actually I can barely remember what they look like anymore. I’ve put it out of my mind, as I don’t tend to dwell on garbage and worthless SOB’s for long. I have no tolerance for that.”
“I can understand that,” Taryn said. “Did you two ever get split up in foster care?”
“No. I wouldn’t allow for it back then and had threatened to run away with Jacob if they separated us. Thankfully I had a decent social services worker to look out for me somewhat. Still, I was just another number in the system—not worthy of individual concern or attention. It was at that time that I made a commitment that I would control my destiny and no one else. I’ve carried it with me for a long time now and find that it works considerably better.” With that, Sylvain took a sip of wine and continued eating his food.
“I’ll always be available if you ever want to talk,” Taryn said. Before another word could be spoken the private waiter opened up the door to the room and brought in two deserts, along with a desert wine.
“Thank you,” Sylvain said to the waiter. He picked up the dinner plates and placed the deserts and accompanying wine on the table. Then the waiter looked at Sylvain, who nodded, and he left the room.
“So, I am looking forward to seeing what you think of this wine with the desert. It’s one the old buyer picked out and it had seemed like a good choice, but its sales are not very good.”
Taryn smiled. It was obvious that Sylvain was changing the subject. She didn’t mind. He’d shown that was his pattern. They’d do something sexually intimate, he’d open up a bit, and then clamp up just as quickly. It made her ache and despite his powerful and strong image she saw vulnerability in him that she wanted to appeal to—to let him know that everything was okay.
* * *
The next four weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Sylvain and Taryn spent at least half of their workday together and every night together. It was a routine of sorts, but there had never been such an exciting routine for Taryn. She couldn’t deny that she was addicted to the divine sexual pleasures that Sylvain delivered her night after night, sending her into explosive ecstasy and bringing out the most animalistic side of her in the sexual exploitations the two enjoyed. She had a mental diary of every different type of orgasmic experience she’d had and in what places since she and Sylvain had gotten very creative.
The adventurous creativity was always followed with a bit of personal disclosure and then an abrupt switch back to anything that distracted Taryn from Sylvain’s childhood. It was obvious that he wanted to be strong, but just as obvious that he didn’t like to be alone either. Why else would he always make sure he had someone around as a dining companion and also have Taryn stay in the same suite as him? She was starting to think that it was for more reasons than sex alone and she welcomed those thoughts despite knowing she needed to be cautious about them.
One night Taryn and Sylvain were enjoying a drink on the veranda of their hotel suite, happy that they’d wrapped up a difficult audit and decision making process for one of the LA clubs that Sylvain had just purchased, he stood up and began to massage Taryn’s shoulders, making her melt right in her chair.
Sylvain’s hands began to move down and were eventually caressing Taryn’s breasts, making her tingle from his touch. He reached lower and slid up her shirt, unlatching her bra at the same time and lifted it over her head.
The breeze made Taryn’s nipples very hard and as Sylvain leaned in and started to kiss her neck gently, lifting her hair out of the way, Taryn gasped, enjoying every sensation his touch brought to her longing body. His linen shirt rubbed against her shoulders and she felt Sylvain’s presence on every bit of her skin that he touched.
“I want to make you feel so good tonight, so good,” Sylvain whispered. He came around to the front of Taryn and knelt down before her, almost looking subservient.
Taryn didn’t respond, enjoying the anticipation of what Sylvain might do to her. The thought that she was naked on the veranda didn’t even bother her, despite anyone in an adjoining suite having the distinct possibility of seeing her in a compromising position if they happened to venture out.
Sylvain began to nibble on Taryn’s breasts gently, making them become more sensitive from the combination of his bite, the breeze, and the chilliness that was left over from his wet kiss. His lips began to travel down her stomach then, kissing it gently every step of the way. He reached his hands around her hips and unzipped her skirt at the side and began to slide it down, taking off her thong with it. She couldn’t believe how excited she felt despite being naked for the entire city of New York to see. It was so exciting and even the thoughts of someone watching them made Taryn feel alive.
Sylvain slid down to Taryn’s honey pot and began to slide his fingers in and out of it gently, making her wetter with each stroke. His fingers wiggled around in her, touching her most intimate pleasure spot and making her thoughts go to the incredible feeling that came when his cock entered into her. Only he didn’t do that. Sylvain was still dressed and now he was slowly guiding Taryn up and told her to lean over and grab the railings of the veranda. Taryn did so without question and she could feel the fabric of Sylvain’s pants rubbing against her ass, tantalizing her with the promise of what wa
s beneath them.
With one hand, Sylvain reached around and began to massage Taryn’s breasts again, telling her that she was going to come for him and he’d tell her when to do it. He was being bossy and it was so hot…steamy hot. In that moment, Taryn knew that she would have done anything that Sylvain asked and she wouldn’t regret it regardless of what it was.
“Arch your back for me,” Sylvain said. She obliged and arched her back, sending her blonde hair to the side.
Now Sylvain was fingering her from behind and she could feel the juices of her passion building up even more. Another finger slid into Taryn and she wasn’t sure how many were inside her, but she knew that they were all moving masterfully and meaningfully, bringing her closer to orgasm.
“Don’t come yet. It’s not time,” Sylvain ordered. Taryn had no clue how she was going to stop herself from exploding and she began to shake slightly, trying to hold it back.
“That’s good. That’s good, Taryn,” Sylvain whispered. With that, Taryn realized that he was also sliding a finger into her ass and was wiggling it ever so slightly, making her want to scream out.
“Sylvain, I can’t hold it back. Please let me come.”
“Not quite yet. Hold it in and when you do release it’ll be worth the wait. You can do it.”
Taryn was trying to focus and her mind was a blur from the different spots in which she was feeling intense pleasure surging from. Sylvain kept encouraging her with his seductive words, but they had a demanding sting to them. It didn’t startle or frighten Taryn though, but instead it built up her arousal until she thought her knees were going to give.
That was when Sylvain made sure his arm was wrapped around her waist and he was holding her up. His other hand had all fingers occupied—moving quickly in and out of her quickly. Then he called out his command. “Come now!”
And Taryn did. She tried to stifle the sounds of her orgasm, but they echoed off the veranda walls and traveled out into the city that never sleeps’ air. The orgasm kept coming and it felt like it was never going to end. Sylvain’s fingers didn’t stop moving back and forth, making the most of it and then finally Taryn had to beg. “No more. I can’t handle anymore.”
With that, Sylvain stopped and turned her around, hugging her closely. “You looked so beautiful doing that. Your body is divine, you know. I’ve been drawn to it since the first time I saw it.”
“It’s apparently drawn to you too,” Taryn said breathily. She was still breathing heavy and amazed at the double orgasm she’d just experienced. She hadn’t even known you could orgasm through the other place that Sylvain’s strong fingers invaded. Wow! It was incredibly appealing to her.
“Did you like that?”
“Like hardly seems adequate,” Taryn mimicked, thinking of his response to her question about his blow job at dinner the night before.
“Touche,” Sylvain said, laughing.
“Now, I am still very wet and hornier than I was before. I think it’s time that you get out of those clothes and join me on this veranda stark naked. What do you say?”
“I am to please.”
“And please you do,” Taryn said. She started to take Sylvain’s clothes off, still feeling shaky from the intensity of her explosion and longing to see every bit of his naked body.
The two talked casually as she stripped him down and caressed every inch of his firm hard body. After Sylvain was naked Taryn gently guided him to sit down in his chair. “Now, tell me something about you that I don’t know as I give you a hand job and play with you,” Taryn demanded.
“Bossy works well for you.”
“I know, now get talking,” Taryn replied. She tried to sound tough, but wasn’t sure if her high level of horny energy allowed her to pull it off. She could still feel her excitement through her wet and desiring pussy.
Sylvain began to talk, sharing a story of how he went about getting Jacob a birthday cake one time. He’d used his street smarts to facilitate and encourage some trades that would result in the girl who liked him having her mom bake a cake for Jacob. Naturally the mom had despised Sylvain, considering him a low life street thug, but she’d done it nonetheless, seeing something redeeming in the fact he wanted his brother to have a cake.
While Sylvain told his story his eyes were closed and his head was leaning back. Taryn kept stroking him with her hands and kissing and biting him in various spots that made him squirm, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him while she was doing it. He was so kind and loving. It was amazing and in that moment Taryn muttered, Oh shit in her mind. Her realization was shocking, despite being one that she’d been suspecting. She had fallen in love with Sylvain. That was why she was so open and willing to give and receive anything he offered. She trusted him and she wanted to protect him too. Those were things you did for people you loved.
Now Taryn’s actions were full of a new purpose. She wanted to show Sylvain how much she loved him and wanted him without using the words. Maybe he’d be able to tell her by her actions. This was the ideal time to do it, as tomorrow they’d be heading back to Vegas after one month of being on the road together.
Taryn walked over to the cushion that was on the chaise lounge on the veranda and placed it on the ground. She called Sylvain over to come and lie down on it and he did. She began to travel down him with her lips and as her breasts hit his face he kissed them and grabbed them hungrily and Taryn did the same when her lips reached his engorged dick. She moved up and down it slowly and deliberately, feeling so much intensity in her every move and such a deep desire to please him completely.
As Taryn kept moving, Sylvain’s hands grasped her ass, squeezing gently and making it so their hands and limbs were entwined in each other’s completely. Their skin was warm and they were fused together as if nothing could separate them. Together, they both came from each other’s mouths at the same time and then Taryn turned around and slid onto Sylvain, not ready to be done yet.
“You’re as insatiable as you are amazing,” Sylvain said.
Taryn looked at him intensely and smiled. Then she began moving back and forth on top of him, watching his response. He was a machine. Despite just releasing, Sylvain could keep his hard-on to keep on going. She was going to take advantage.
Sylvain reached up for Taryn and slowly rolled her over on her side so he was on top of her. He moved his hips back and forth urgently, thrusting into her and her legs were wrapped around him, holding tightly. Her hands caressed his face and she closed her eyes, sensing his every move and breathing heavily as she prepared for yet another orgasm.
“It’s happening…now,” Taryn said.
With her words of declaration, Sylvain collapsed on top of her and breathed softly on her neck. Taryn knew that their lovemaking at that moment had felt different to her, far beyond the connection that came from the two being fuck buddies. She wondered if Sylvain had felt it too. She didn’t want to pressure him so she didn’t say a word.
The two remained still on the floor of the veranda, cooling down and lying in each other’s arms without saying a word. At some point, Taryn must have dozed off because she was awoken to Sylvain whispering, “We’d better get inside. It’s starting to rain.”
With that, the two quickly grabbed their clothes and went inside. Once in bed, they fell asleep in each other’s arms and Taryn awoke feeling happy and euphoric. Life was great and getting better every day. She was in love with Sylvain. She didn’t know how it happened, but it did. Now if only Sylvain felt the same…
Chapter 14
Getting back to Las Vegas felt good, but Taryn realized that she still didn’t have a home to go to. She was back at Sylvain’s for the time being, but knew that she really should get her own place. She didn’t want to lose respect with her peers at Richard Enterprises, plus she had a hunch that Sylvain did not feel the same way about her as she did about him yet—not that he was prepared to admit anyway. It would be a smart move to protect herself until she could sort things out and see if there truly wa
s the potential she was hoping for with him.
The first week back in Vegas was hectic and a bit lonely. Sylvain had many meetings to go to that did not involve Taryn and she tried to settle into her office at the Richard Enterprises, but it was challenging at times. She longed to see Sylvain and the anticipation that he’d walk through that door was never far out of her mind. Despite that, she managed to get all of the massive amounts of paperwork she’d acquired from the past month organized into a comprehensive filing system and touch base with all the vineyards that they wished to make purchases through. She’d really wanted to have Summers Vineyard be one of them, but thought it would be in poor form to ask Sylvain for her family’s business. After all, he would have offered it up right away if he was interested.
It had been one week and the nightly passion that Taryn had experienced with Sylvain for a month straight had dwindled down to only three encounters together. It wasn’t that she was a sex addict or anything like that, Taryn justified to herself. It was just that she missed those intimate moments with Sylvain that she’d grown so used to. Hearing him talk about his personal life was very appealing to Taryn and made the man who was seemingly larger than life more realistic in a way. He had the same issues that anyone might have despite his prestigious lifestyle and impeccable professional reputation.
