Raising my sweaty palm, I knock; the door pulls open. Revealing the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on.
‘Her feet are covered in jeweled encrusted heels; her legs are dark and smooth. Her dress is a bright melon color, reminding me of a summer sunset, it drapes down her calves in the back and rises above her knees in the front, a tucked line of gems up the center spreading out across her chest, sparkling in the light right above her cleavage. Ruffles drape her upper arms, leaving her shoulders bare. Her skin glows reflecting off the color of her dress. Her gleaming hair is partially swept up with spiral curls draping down her exposed back. Her makeup has her eyes glowing a mix of green and brown like a leaf changing color in the fall. Her curves are fucking everywhere making my head spin. She’s radiant, she’s marvelous, she’s soon to be mine.
I’m speechless, standing before her, raking my eyes over her body. A breeze blows across my face, I hear the jingle of chimes in my ears. She has a glow of light surrounding her in a halo so bright it hurts my eyes but I don’t want to look anywhere else. She’s wrapped me in her spell, caught me in her web. There are no words to explain the depth of my feelings at this moment.
“Kohl, wow, you . . .” she pants, licking her lips, “You look amazing,” she coos, her eyes becoming gooey pools as she scans my body.
“No, Tensanne. You, you. . . . your beauty is taking my breath away.”
Blushing, she toys with the tulle of her dress, “S-should we go?”
I can’t take my eyes off her, I’m afraid to blink for fear she might disappear. I don’t want to leave, I want to stay, lay her down and peel away her dress, to know intimately what she’s hiding underneath. I want to run my tongue along the exposed column of her neck, spend hours worshiping her body, tasting her, possessing her.
“Kohl?”
“Wha . . . Yes, yes. I’m ready to go,” I sputter shaking the lust from my head, grabbing her hand I lead her down the hall to the waiting car.
“You got us a car?” she asks.
“I wish I would have thought of it, but it’s a gift from Ronnie’s dad.”
She slides in with me behind her.
“Where to, Mr. Black?” the driver asks.
“Oh, Ronnie wants us to join them for dinner,” she beams.
“Sounds perfect. To the Mayor’s Mansion,” I tell him.
I hadn’t planned a spectacular dinner. I was hoping to pick up something from a drive-thru and have a picnic. I know, you’re thinking it’s not romantic but hey, a kid on a scholarship, here.
I’m glad that Ronnie wants us for dinner, it saves me the embarrassment of not being able to take this ravishing beauty beside me to someplace spectacular.
Her scent fills the car, a fruity sweet cucumber melon fragrance that makes my mouth water to taste her skin. Her eyes sparkle in the head lights of each passing car. My body is electrified, my skin sizzling with a current, aching with a need.
I need to touch her.
Reaching out, I run a finger down the tan skin of her shoulder, goosebumps rising along her flesh where my finger moves. Electricity sparks where our skins touch. Her breath becomes heavy while her eyes watch my hand travel down to clasp her hand in mine.
A long lane leads to the Mansion; it’s lined with snow covered trees. We wind our way through curves under a canopy of darkness opening to a glorious home.
Multicolored flood lights shine against the white-sided front of the Tudor style home. We pull up to a brick walkway leading to stained glass, ornate double doors, a large chimney billowing white smoke can be seen at the end of the house.
Exiting the car, I reach a hand in to help Tensanne. She scoots to the edge of the seat, her legs gap, giving a peek of the peach colored scrap of lace between her legs. When she leans to get out, I have an excellent view of her luscious cleavage spilling out the top of her jewel encrusted dress. All the blood in my body pools at my dick. Taking a big gulp of air, I will my body to calm.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the doors; a member of the Leeland staff greets us. Standing in the foyer you hear a screech of glee.
“You’re here,” Ronnie exclaims rushing to Tensanne and wrapping her in a hug. Stepping back, she takes her hands holding them out to admire Tens dress, “You’re glowing. You’re a gorgeous girl. This dress is splendid on you.” Turning to me she says, “Doesn’t she look like a princess, Kohl?”
“No, she doesn’t look like a princess,” I answer. Garnering me a death glare from Ronnie. “She is more beautiful than any princess or any woman on the planet,” I continue. Standing next to me Tensanne blushes a bright pink that takes her stunning beauty to a whole new level.
“Awe, that is the sweetest thing. You’re not too shabby yourself, Kohl,” Ronnie declares.
Stepping between us she loops her hands through our elbows and leads us into the living room.
We step into a large open room, 17th century English paneled walls with a forty-foot cathedral ceiling with the beams exposed and decorated with white twinkling lights, in the center of one wall is an imposing walk in fireplace with a fire roaring, warming the room. All the furniture has been removed, round tables and chairs are scattered throughout. In one corner is a member of the wait staff preparing the open bar, along one wall a band is setting up, doing sound checks.
“Come on, Momma and Daddy are waiting for us in the dining room,” she states, leading us through the living room.
Entering the dining room, the walls are the same late century paneling with
