Passionate Premiere

by Deborah Fletcher Mello

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  Right out of the gate Guy knew that the most popular question asked would be about his relationship with Zahara and then with Dahlia. Having the opportunity to set the record straight on national television couldn’t have come at a more opportune time, so when the Good Morning America host asked him just that, he was prepared with an answer.

  Guy laughed modestly, crossing one leg over the other. “Zahara and I are good friends and we’ve had an amazing time together shooting Passionate. The chemistry between us has made for a wonderful movie, and I couldn’t have asked for a more talented costar.”

  “So there is no truth to you two being an item?”

  “It’s all rumor.” Guy laughed. “The script calls for you to kiss a woman on camera and suddenly the tabloids have you engaged and married.”

  The host laughed, too.

  “And what about your film’s director, is that rumor, as well?”

  Guy smiled, taking notice of the camera that zoomed in for a close-up. “I don’t know, George. What are they saying?”

  “Well, to hear it told, you and Dahlia Morrow have also become exceptionally close.”

  Guy nodded. “Dahlia Morrow has been an exciting director to work for. I am very excited with the performance she was able to pull out of me. Passionate is going to be an incredible film.”

  “So are you saying that there is nothing going on between you two?”

  “I’m saying that she is an amazing woman.”

  “So are you confirming that there is something going on between you two?”

  Guy chuckled softly. “Let’s just say, I didn’t need a script to kiss Dahlia Morrow.”

  The rest of the entertainment interview focused on Guy’s role in Passionate, his new men’s line and whether or not he intended to reprise his James Bond role. When the host shook his hand and wished him well, Dahlia turned off her television set. Across town, Zahara did the same thing.

  Moving to look out her window, Dahlia took a sip of orange juice and smiled. She loved everything about that man and he loved her. And without making a spectacle of them both, he’d let everyone else know.

  From her own window, Zahara twisted her lips in a wide snarl. She didn’t take kindly to Guy Boudreaux shutting her down for the likes of a woman like Dahlia. And she didn’t take too kindly to him doing it so publicly. Taking a deep puff of her cigarette, Zahara blew rings of gray smoke into the air. No, she thought, she wouldn’t take kindly to this at all.

  Chapter 16

  Standing buck naked in Dahlia’s kitchen, Guy reached for a bottle of bourbon from an upper cabinet. Filling a heavy-bottomed, crystal glass, he tossed one shot back, then refilled it a second time.

  Outside the sun had settled down for the night, and a blanket of dark filled the night sky. Stepping out onto the back patio, Guy stood beneath the shimmer of moonlight and took a deep breath of fresh air. A warm breeze washed over his naked body.

  He slowly sipped his drink, thinking of Dahlia and the time they’d been sharing together. Since their first time, they’d spent more time in bed than out of it. Dahlia’s newly discovered sexuality had opened a door of exploration and study that had taken them both on an intense sensual journey. Guy couldn’t remember being with any woman who was as open to the avenues of sexual adventure that he and Dahlia had explored together. The woman had taken him to heights he hadn’t even known to be possible. He grinned widely at the memories.

  Together they’d discovered that Dahlia was a bit of an exhibitionist, and her spirited personality didn’t stop her from pushing the boundaries. He’d been shocked when she’d straddled him in the front seat of his car while they’d sat parked in the darkened studio parking lot. With nothing but the faint glow of one lamppost shining in the distance and the risk of being caught by one of the studio security guards, she’d stroked him to a rock-hard erection, then had slid the line of her silk panties to the side and ridden him to orgasm. Both had been breathing heavily, fighting for composure, as the security guard had knocked at the driver’s-side window, concerned that something might have been wrong.

  He’d also not been prepared when he’d awakened to Dahlia having tied his hands to the bedposts, teasing him unmercifully. She had blown warm breaths against his erection, stretching it to new proportions. She’d been giddy with laughter as she’d tasted him for the first time, wrapping her lips and tongue around his manhood, suckling him to climax. Guy felt himself harden at the memory. He took a deep inhale of air and held it before releasing it slowly past his full lips. He took another sip of his drink.

  There was no denying that Dahlia liked to have control, inside the bedroom and out of it. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight, Guy thought, Dahlia was going to have to relinquish control to him. She was going to have to trust him completely. When he’d said so he’d seen the hesitation in her eyes. Despite her reluctance, though, she’d nodded her consent, biting down nervously against her bottom lip, vulnerability seeping from her gaze. As the image flashed through his thoughts Guy was suddenly overcome with heat, lust washing over him with a vengeance.

  He wrapped his left hand around the length of hardened steel between his legs as he downed the last drop of his drink. He chuckled softly, noting that he was probably more nervous than she was. Taking another deep breath, he stepped back inside and secured the door behind him. Shutting off the lights, he headed up to the master bedroom and Dahlia.

  As he stepped into the room Guy couldn’t help but think that she was a work of art, lying on her side, her knees pulled up to expose her throbbing privates. Her arms were bound behind her back, her eyes blindfolded, a gag secured in her mouth. Outside, that full moon peeked from beneath a sky of dark clouds, casting a low light through the room. The soft glow accentuated the soft creaminess of her delicate skin.

  Dahlia jumped ever so slightly as she felt him approach the bed. She’d been lying in anticipation for at least twenty minutes, but it had felt like forever. She struggled slightly against the ties that confined her, her breathing becoming heavy. It was all too unnerving, and Dahlia was suddenly apprehensive. But it was Guy, and she trusted Guy. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.

  Guy drew a slow finger down the length of her spine, his fingernail grazing her flesh. Dahlia gasped at the touch, her body quivering. Sliding his finger along the crack of her behind he felt her tremor with nervous anticipation, her excitement rising. He’d been teasing and taunting her since she’d clasped her hands behind her back and allowed him to secure them. But he hadn’t truly touched her, not allowing her naked skin to have any contact with his.

  “I love your breasts,” he said as he drew the backs of his hands across the fleshy tissue. “They belong to me now, understand?” he said, his tone firm and commanding.

  Dahlia nodded.

  There was suddenly nothing from him, no movement, no sound, no touch, nothing. Dahlia shifted her head from side to side, thinking he’d left her alone again, and then suddenly he pushed her backward, the gesture rough as he leaned down and took her right breast into his mouth, his tongue eagerly making friends with her nipple. He began to lick and suck on it, making it hard. He repeated the action on her left nipple. As he sucked on one he would pinch and twist the other.

  When he bit down on one of her nipples, Dahlia’s body bucked, a hint of pain melding with a mountain of pleasure. If it were not for the gag in her mouth she would have screamed; instead, she grunted her desire loudly. Guy did it again to the other nipple, playing with them for some time, and Dahlia’s desire was so intense she imagined that it would take little to nothing to bring her to orgasm. She clamped her knees tightly together.

  After indulging himself for a few minutes Guy crawled off of her. The loss of his touch caused her to squirm with need. Guy stared down at her, stroking himself gently. He stepped back from the bed and paus
ed, intent on making her ache with wanting. She panted heavily, grinding her pelvis in the air.

  Guy grinned mischievously. Moving back to her side, his finger tapped at the crevice between her legs, where her sex was throbbing. She shuddered, her arousal rising with an intensity that was almost unbearable. He gently rotated the tip of his index finger over her erect clitoris, pulling and pushing it in slow but sure circles.

  It felt so good that Dahlia found herself panting and sighing in pleasure as she quickly approached orgasm. She was trembling uncontrollably. Guy continued his ministrations, the slow and methodic teasing meant to prolong the inevitable for as long as he could. He stood above her as she rolled onto her side, allowing her legs to fall open. She pushed her hips forward, pumping his fingers into the moist, hot cavity and then she came, that final burst of pleasure making her collapse back into a fetal position, his hand clasped tightly between her thighs as she quivered unabashedly.

  Guy allowed her to rest just long enough to catch her breath. When she was no longer panting heavily he rubbed her again, his fingers painting her secretions across her private space. He stuck a finger into the drenched tunnel and began to work it in and out. He could feel her arousal rising a second time, and when she began to press herself against his palm he slapped her between her legs, making her jump. He felt her gasp at the infraction, and he chuckled softly to himself. Then without comment he leaned down and started to lick her, flicking his tongue over her clit until her whole body began to tremble.

  He sucked and nibbled at her until her body went stiff and then with a muffled moan Dahlia came hard a second time, her juices flowing abundantly as Guy continued to lap at her intimately. And then he stopped.

  Guy didn’t move, feeling her sexual tension evaporate, her breathing becoming slow and steady. When she had ceased shaking and relaxed, her anxiety suppressed, he reached to untie her gag. His fingers gently grazed her lips, and then slid across the length of her jawline. Dahlia leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand, and when she did he pulled his hand away.

  “Guy...”

  He pressed his index finger to her lips. “Shh...if you talk I’ll gag you again,” he said firmly.

  Dahlia closed her mouth, pressing her lips tightly together.

  “Good girl,” Guy said as he leaned to give her a quick kiss. He trailed his hand down the side of her face. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, fighting to sugarcoat his lust with gentleness.

  Dahlia obliged, her lips parting slightly. Guy brushed the head of his sex over her lips, making her open her mouth even more as he tapped himself against her tongue. His excitement was palpable, the sexual tension so thick that you could have cut it with a knife.

  He gripped the back of her head, his hands twisting through her hair. As he pumped his hips slowly in and out of her mouth, Dahlia licked and sucked him eagerly. It was pleasure beyond belief, more than he could have ever believed. When it became too much for him to bear, Guy pulled back, gulping air to stall the sensations sweeping through his body. When he’d regained his composure he carefully flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees. He pushed her head forward, pressing her face and breasts against the bed as he lifted her hips and bottom to his chest. He kissed one butt cheek and then the other before leaving a love bite against the firm flesh. When Dahlia yelped and wiggled anxiously, Guy slapped his palm against the lush tissue. Her body jumped, and she groaned into the mattress, her flesh stinging sweetly.

  Guy smacked the other side, still pressing a heavy palm against the back of her head. And then he spanked her, slapping one cheek and then the other.

  Tears misted Dahlia’s eyes as she wiggled anxiously. Guy leaned in and kissed both cheeks, murmuring against her sore bottom.

  “You are such a good girl, Dahlia,” he whispered softly. “You promised me anything, remember? You said you’d do whatever I asked. Right, Dahlia?” he questioned as he untied the blindfold.

  Dahlia moaned, focused only on Guy’s hands as they lightly stroked the divide of her backside, fingers tapping and teasing places nothing had ever touched before.

  “That’s my good girl,” Guy murmured excitedly as he continued to stroke her from back to front and back again.

  On the verge of yet another climax, Dahlia was whimpering and all but begging for his ministrations. Reaching for the condom he’d rested against the nightstand, Guy sheathed himself quickly. Crawling onto the bed behind her, he pressed his engorged member across her exposed flesh, rubbing the tip of his bulging erection against her until the head of his manhood was wet with her juices.

  Taunting her, he tapped himself against her back entrance. Dahlia snapped her head to peer over her shoulder up at him. The safe word they’d agreed upon earlier was on the tip of her tongue, her eyes wide with anxiousness. As she met his stare Guy pointed his index finger at her and shook his head.

  “Trust me,” he mouthed as he continued to caress her easily.

  Dahlia inhaled swiftly, her eyes bulging at the prospect of what he was proposing. Her body quivered with anticipation as Guy leaned to press a kiss against the curve of her back. Then, unable to resist a moment longer, he buried the length of himself deep in her sweet spot, her vaginal muscles locking like a vice around his hardness.

  Dahlia moaned loudly as Guy slowly pulled himself back. He gripped her hips as he rammed himself forward then pulled back slowly a second time. With each thrust Dahlia throbbed uncontrollably and before long he was thrusting in and out of her with wild abandon. He was breathing hard and sweating profusely, skin slapping skin, and though he wanted to slow himself down, to tease her even more, she felt too good.

  Dahlia screamed as Guy rode her hard and fast. “Deeper!”

  It was only a matter of time before ripples of pleasure were pulsing through both of them and then they exploded, hitting an earthshaking orgasm simultaneously.

  Guy collapsed on top of her and just lay there, unable to move for several minutes. Eventually he regained the strength to move, lifting himself up enough to untie Dahlia’s hands. Wrapping his arms around her torso he massaged her limbs, restarting her circulation as he dropped back against her and pulled her tightly to him. The woman was still purring softly, still lost in the throes of the sensual pleasure she’d just experienced.

  Guy kissed her cheek gently, and then he pressed his mouth to her ear.

  His seductive tone was low and soft. “Next time,” he promised as he tapped her backside gently. “I’m going there.”

  Dahlia’s eyes flew open, her gaze moving to the oversize mirror across the way and the reflection of them lying comfortably together. She clenched and tightened, Guy’s whispered words like starter fluid on a raging fire. The sweet ache between her legs returned and a wide smile blossomed across her face. As she contemplated the possibilities, both of them drifted off into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 17

  “You’re a freak!” Leslie cried teasingly. Tears rolled down the woman’s face as she laughed helplessly.

  Her face hot with embarrassment, Dahlia laughed with her. She tossed a quick glance over her shoulder before responding, “I am not! Why do I have to be a freak for just asking if you’ve ever done that before?” Her voice was low and hushed as she whispered in her friend’s direction.

  “Because if you’re asking about it, you’re thinking about it. You go, girl! Get your freak on!”

  Dahlia giggled, her grin wide and full. “I’m asking because I think women need to take command of their sexuality. Why shouldn’t we be more adventurous in the bedroom?”

  “That’s just a little too adventurous for my blood. I tried it once with Marco, you remember him, right?”

  Dahlia nodded.

  “The problem I had was that Marco liked it just a bit too much. After a while it was the only thing he was ever interested in doing. He had to go.” />
  Dahlia laughed. “What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done with a man?”

  Leslie shook her head. “I don’t do things like that. I’m just a nice, sweet, missionary position kind of girl.”

  “I know that’s a lie,” Dahlia said. “You forget the time you forced me to go to that sex toy shop with you, don’t you? ’Cause I remember the toys you went home with!”

  Leslie pretended to slap her forehead. “It’s my lie and I’m sticking to it,” she said, falling into a fit of giggles for the umpteenth time.

  Dahlia tossed another quick look over her shoulder, noting that a few members of the crew were stealing glances at them. Everyone seemed amused by the good time the two women were enjoying. She dropped her whisper two octaves. “I met Guy’s family this weekend. We flew to New Orleans on his brother’s private jet.”

  Leslie clapped her hands excitedly. “The parents! Now that means it’s serious.”

  “It is serious,” Dahlia said, shifting into the memories of her weekend excursion.

  From start to finish the three-day trip had been its own adventure. Their antics had started shortly after takeoff, when the stewardess had handed Guy a soft blanket the color of corn silk. After they were high up in the midday sky, he’d settled down against her, his head resting on her shoulder, that blanket tossed over the two of them. Between conversations with the flight attendant and the copilot, Guy had slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt, his index finger teasing the lines of her lace thong.

  His teasing had been slow and methodical as he’d ripped her panties from her hips, stuffing them into his pocket. And then he’d fingered her to orgasm as she’d fought to maintain her composure beneath the watchful eye of the flight crew. Before Dahlia could catch her breath Guy had pulled her to the lavatory and had pushed her against the wall, easing himself behind her. He’d pushed her skirt up and her blouse away and had taken her roughly, officially inducting her into the Mile High Club as he’d stroked her with long, hard strokes, her chest and face pressed tight to the tiled wall.