Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... neck. The split of the material from the waist left her belly and back exposed. But it flowed fluidly off her heart-shaped hips to the floor in layers. In deep and soft shades of purple, it moved light as a skirt of feathers as she stepped over to the podium.

Aiden sat upright.

“I like it.”

She cast a look over her shoulder and smiled. “You sure? There’s more.”

“No. No. That’s the one.”

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never worn anything more beautiful,” she agreed.

“No, Daisy. It’s not the dress. It’s you. You’re beautiful,” he heard himself say again. He rose, despite the warning voice in his head, abandoning his senses, having to be near her. Daisy turned and looked at him curiously.

“Where’s dinner?”

“My yacht.”

Her eyes stretched. “Yacht? Where?”

“Santa Monica,” he said, taking her hand in his. He walked her down the little podium, so that she stood before him. Daisy was careful of her long hem with each step.

“Another helicopter ride?”

“No, we’ll take my jet.”

“For real?”

He touched her hair, moving thick strands aside, tucking them behind her ear, ears he’d love to dress in diamonds. She didn’t pull away from his touch, and he appreciated that, especially since he planned to touch her again. “I’m going to kiss you, Daisy. Now.” His voice was soft and sensuous as the silk she wore. The tone made her shiver, visibly. Still, she didn’t turn from him. She was trapped in the same sensual haze that cocooned them both.

“No… ...

... please.”

Aiden touched a finger to her bottom lip. He stared at her. Daisy pressed her lips together and her eyes slipped from his. So far it had been harmless flirtation. She’d been under no illusion; she knew his kiss would damn her, bring her closer to what he really wanted: sex. Yet there’s something indefinable about Aiden Keane. She couldn’t explain it. He made her want to dismiss her principles and just follow the yearnings her body was starved for. That realization frightened and thrilled her. Silently, she shook her head, watching him, waiting, her breathing growing shallow. His hand went just under her cheek around the curve of her neck. Ever so softly, it made a caress of her skin. A fierce pull of sexual awareness was found in that simple touch.

“So beautiful,” Aiden said, his fingers reaching to stroke the fine hairs at the nape of her neck. “I have to be honest,” he said, his face now closer.

“About?”

“You.”

“W-what about me?”

“You disturb me, Daisy. You have since the moment I first saw you. Every time I think I know who you are, you smile, laugh, say something to undo it all.”

Daisy frowned deeply. “Why is that disturbing?”

“I don’t like the way that feels.”

“That makes no sense.”

A low groan escaped him as he fastened his mouth on hers and initiated a slow tasting that stirred emotions in her she’d never considered having for any man. Her lashes drifted down. Daisy’s internal focus remained on the feel of his warm, firm lips easing hers apart. ...