Sophisticated Ride

Thirteen - Dante

Ho-ly! Shit! This woman will be the death of me. I still couldn't believe she had let me hold her in my arms. I could still hear her moaning. God I almost came just from remembering the way she said my name. I was laying in my bed wrapped in a towel after my shower and goddamn if I wasn't hard all over again. After just blowing a load in the shower a couple minutes ago. In the shower I'd closed my eyes and remembered how her lips felt. They were so soft, so pillowy, and the way she opened up for me so beautifully, I needed to make her mine. The way she clung to me and pressed her body to mine was pure ecstasy. When I felt her nipples rubbing against my chest I almost lost it. I hadn't been able to help myself but take my cock in my hands and stroke myself to release. It would have to hold me over until I could finally bury myself deep in her. This woman had me at her mercy and didn't even realize it.

I knew that I had to slow down, otherwise, I was just going to scare her off. I had to plan something good but I couldn't go overboard or she'd think I was being a dick. Since she worked in the corporate world she came across fancy restaurants frequently. I could tell deep down she was a simple girl. I wanted to impress her but I was still so new to gaining a woman's attentions. I was in over my head. Then, I remembered her sister telling me about Camila's taste in food. She had told me about how Camila wanted to go to Italy one day so she could eat like a native Italiano.

Saturday seemed to take forever. I spent some of the day planning where I would take the woman who had turned my world upside down. I made some phone calls to assign a new contractor and was disappointed when my dad told me it would just throw everything off if I changed it now. He told me I could switch the names in the paperwork to Xander's but that he wanted me to be the onsite contractor. He said it would mess with the workers' heads. They might think something was wrong. It was the best he could do under such short notice. He had asked me why the sudden change and when I mentioned there was a girl, well, he just chuckled. That fucken old man thought it was hilarious to see his son a lost fuck.

The rest of my day was spent in my gym trying to burn off some of the sexual tension. When 5 o'clock rolled around I jumped in the shower and got ready. I was done before 6 and decided to just take off and go pick up Camila. I felt like a damn teenager on my way to Camila's. A few days ago my biggest concern was how fast and efficiently I could finish a project. Now? It was making myself the center of Camila Estrada's world. Making her understand that I could not let her go. I knew a lot of people saw men with money as bad guys simply running after as much tail as they could get. The thought made my stomach sink. I hoped she didn't think I was like that.

On my way over, I got a call from my sister, I told her all about Camila. She told me she was happy for me. She said she'd like to meet her. She was impressed. This was the first time I had ever talked about a girl to my family. Even though my sister lived overseas we constantly talked during the week. I tried to stay connected with her as much as possible. My dad had sent her to boarding school when she was young. I know he was terrified of having to raise a hormonal female teenager. But I think it did her good, she was so sad after mom's death. I was glad she had been able to find a sense of normalcy at her school.

Camila's place was about thirty minutes away from mine so I drove slow. When I got to her door and she opened it, I could tell she was just as nervous as I was. I had to hold back a groan. She wore a dark purple dress that hugged her waist just right and flared out at the bottom. If she spun around I could probably get a nice peek at her ass. And the low cut neck put her heavy round tits up on display, the dress ended above her knees. There was enough of her legs on display to still get me hard. She wore some black heels with it. They made me wonder what she'd look like with them on and her legs in the air. I mentally shook my head of my dirty thoughts.

"Hi" she blushed and greeted me.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, but realized that was a mistake when I got a heavy dose of her citrus perfume. All I could come up with was, "Hey, you ready?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I just need my purse, come in." she turned and walked to her bedroom, so I sat and waited on the couch. She had a nice place. It felt very airy, the walls were a light blue grey. She had pictures of her family all over one wall above a small table. On the other was a small white fireplace, with more frames over the mantle. Across from the couch in front of the tv was the window to the outside. It was open area, behind the couch was the table where she ate and behind that was the kitchen. Nice. Cozy.

A couple minutes later she came back out. "Ok, let's go. Where are we going anyway?" She asked.

"Oh, no where special just this little place I like to go sometimes. It's this little hole in the wall." Her eyes widened. She looked worried, for a second and I couldn't help but grin.

Her brows knitted together, "Oh! Should I have worn something less dressy? Should I change?!" She panicked.

"No babe, I was kidding, you're perfect." I grabbed her by her hand and led us out. It took a massive amount of self control not to touch her. I couldn't even kiss her. If I did I would not be able to stop at just that. The whole drive she fidgeted with her phone and I could tell she was nervous but was trying to remain calm. When we pulled up to the place, I knew she couldn't tell where we were which made it all the better.

I had called my friend who owned this Italian restaurant. I'd told him to set up a nice quiet table in the back with some nice lights. I wanted to be able to see her and make her feel comfortable. But I also wanted to have privacy, I couldn't do that with the rest of the restaurant goers talking loud inside. I wanted us to connect. I didn't want her thinking that I just wanted to bed her, which I did, but I wanted so much more. When we came onto the patio where our setup was I heard a small gasp. Yes! There was a decorated table, champagne on ice, and since it was getting chilly out, there was a heater set up. We sat and I could tell she liked that we were lit up by mostly candles.

"So I was told that you occasionally enjoy some good Italian food, is that right?" I looked right at her and her skin seemed to glow with the light the candles gave off. She had no idea of the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

She took a deep breath and said, "Um, yes I do, but I like the real authentic stuff, not like spaghetti or lasagna. I like to eat what a Italian would eat at home."

"Great, then will you allow me to make a suggestion? There's a dish I like here, and would love for you to try it, if that OK of course. It's simple really, but still. Sometimes the simple things are the best, right?" I smiled at her. She seemed to hesitate for a bit but relented anyway.

"OK, go ahead, surprise me." She gave me a challenging look. Oh baby you have no idea.

When the food arrived it was a Risotto al Barolo and a nice fillet mignon. It's rice, cooked with red wine and stock. Yes simple but very delicious. She looked at it, then up at me as if to say, Really? "I hope you like it babe. Try it."

She took a bite and I saw her eyes roll back, and she let this sexy groan out. Fuck.Me.Hard! How could she turn eating into something so sexy? I was hard and she hadn't even touched me. To say she liked it, would be an understatement, I think if she could have, she would have licked the plate. I loved seeing my girl eat. "Alright babe, I'm having Tiramisu for dessert, what would you like?"

She looked up at me surprised.

Oh no, did she not like dessert? "Did I say something wrong?" I asked.

"No! It's just that, well, I mean we already ate so much and you look like you take care of your body. I didn't think you'd want some." Then she looked down. I realized, someone had made her feel bad about her body. Oh fuck no. I couldn't understand how some men, could put women down for their bodies. They were a fucken disgrace. I leaned forward and with a finger under her chin made her look at me.

"Who was it babe?" she looked even more confused. "Who made you feel this way about yourself?" she looked back down.

"Nobody important. It's ok." she looked sad.

"Baby, look at me," I waited for her to look up. "I want to know that story but I will wait until you feel ready to share it with me. But, when we're together, I want you to feel comfortable enough with me, that you can eat as much or as little as you want. If you want dessert, then by all means babe, have dessert. But if you feel you don't deserve dessert. Or that because of your size or body type you can't have certain things. Then I'm telling you here and now, you can have whatever your little heart desires. You are perfect the way you are, and anyone who can't see that can fuck off." The tension in her body seemed to relax. "Now tell me what would you like for dessert?"

She gave me that smile the lit up her face and said, "Tiramisu."

I smiled and leaned forward and she met me halfway, I gave her a light kiss. I would have gone for more, but we were still out in public and I was determined to keep my hands to myself tonight. We enjoyed the rest of the evening and even went for a walk on the beach. My friends restaurant wasn't that far from Venice and it felt good to walk off some of the food and just relax.

We talked a lot. She told me about growing up in East Los, about how she'd been focused on her career and making it to the top. I told her about my mom and how much I missed her. I told her about my sister and the conversation I'd had with her that afternoon. She'd gotten a little worried when I told her what my dad had said. She was worried our developing relationship would damage her reputation.

When we got back to her place, I kissed her and gave her a quick hug. I wanted her to know that I was serious about her and not trying anything more tonight.

"I had a nice time tonight Dante, thanks." She said. She looked shy again.

"Anytime babe, I'm glad you liked it. Next time I'll let you choose where we go. How bout that?" She looked a little surprised, yes woman, there would be another date.

"Yes, I'd like that." She stepped into her apartment, "Goodnight Dante," and she closed her door.

I stood there for a minute debating whether to try and get another kiss. Maybe more but I thought better of it and just said, "Goodnight, my sweet Camila," to the now closed door.