Champagne Showers (19 page)

The short drive to Hood River is just flying by, and the scenery is simply breathtaking. I’ve only been up here as a kid while we were heading to Mount Hood for ski trips. Harrison is pointing out the mountains, the best places to windsurf, and all of the amazing landmarks I had never even really paid attention to before. However, Harrison is the best scenery anyone could ever ask for!

“So, no driver today I see.”

“No, I wanted you all to myself,” he turns and gives me a wicked grin.

“I thought you might enjoy something more laid back. I am free of all work for most of the weekend except for the event on Saturday, so I figured I would take you in the Vanquish.”

“Event?”

“Yes. Every year my Vineyard sponsors a Fall Gala that is also a fundraiser.”

“I see. And when were you planning on telling me about this gala? You told me to bring nothing really! Well your exact words were, ’You won’t need any clothes.’”

Oh, my, I’m shifting in my seat as the wave of warmth comes over me. How in the world could he not prepare me for such an event? Wait. This will be the first event we will be at together. Arriving together. Attending together. Leaving together. This will be all over the press! Shit!

“Danielle. Everything is taken care of. Please, let’s just enjoy ourselves. The Gala is Saturday night so we have plenty of time to get you prepared.”

I feel like I could hyperventilate. I can’t wait to see what the write up is going to say in the Monday Oregonian. Small town girl with Mega Mogul, who would have thought?

Harrison turns and looks at me, and takes off his sunglasses as the sun is now starting to set behind us. He reaches over and places his hand on my left leg, and my muscle tenses under his touch.

“I said, don’t worry. It will all be taken care of.” He pats my thigh. “Let yourself go, Danielle,” he says as he starts to rub my thigh, spreading his hands over my entire upper leg. It doesn’t help that I wore an incredibly short skirt. Hell, I was asking for it and frankly, I’m not complaining!

I take my hand and place my fingers on my collarbone, gently brushing from side to side in anticipation of what I really want him to be doing to me right now.

His hand slips lower into my inner thighs, as he pushes my legs open violently with his hand.

“Ah, there,” he says, now keeping his gaze on the road but feeling me up with all five fingers. His hands trickle all the way up and down my left leg, then right leg. He stops and pulls my skirt up so it is now exposing my white lace panties.

He turns and looks down at me. “God, what you do to me. Danielle, I can almost taste you right now. I
want
to taste you.”

He takes two fingers and slides them into his mouth. He sucks on his fingers, getting them all wet for me. He then sticks his fingers in my mouth and I swirl my tongue around and pull them out with my hand. I take his middle finger and pump my mouth around it mimicking what I would do to that hard cock of his. He groans loudly, his breathing harsh as he shifts in his seat. It’s hard for him to not take his eyes off the road.

“Look at me,” I say to him while I take his middle finger again in my mouth and reach over and grab his pants to feel his hard erection growing.

He glances over for a second, “Damn, I want you to cum all over those fingers.”

He can’t keep his eyes off of me, and he glances back from the road to my mouth. I take my own two fingers and slide my lace panties to the side, and place them inside my wet “P”. I am literally soaking through them they are so wet.

“Ah, damn, Danielle.” I smile, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him. He’s having a hard time concentrating on the road.

“Watch where you are going, Towers.”

“Honestly, Danielle? You think this is so easy?”

“Your cock is just craving me, isn’t it?”

He’s ready to bust out of his pants at this point. I slide my fingers out slowly and lean over to his seat. I take my fingers and place them inside his mouth while I bite and lick his right ear. I pull them out then back into his mouth slowly. He’s sucking hard now, like he wants to fuck the living shit out of me. The smell of sex is filling up the car as I tease him with my juices.

“That, Harrison, is what you have to look forward to,” I say seductively in his ear and pull my fingers out of his mouth.

I sit back in my seat with the biggest grin on my face. Poor Harrison is panting and breathing out of control with probably the hardest erection.

“Shit, Danielle. Are you fucking crazy?”

We pass by the sign that reads 5 miles to Hood River.

“Now’s not the time, just a taste of what’s in store.” I feel so in control and god it feels good. I wonder where this bravado is coming from. I would never have done such things with Bradley. It would never have occurred to me before now. My sex kitten is purring.

“Now’s not the time? I’ll show you when the time is.”

He starts to slow the car down and pulls off the side of the road at some hiking trail parking lot.

“You drive me fucking insane, you know that?”

He leans over and unbuckles my seat belt. He grabs me and pulls me on top of him in one quick swoop. He leans back his seat and attacks my lips as possessively and aggressively as I have felt with him thus far.

I unzip his pants and let his hard cock spring free, throbbing in my hand.

His hands slide up my back, lift off my white tank, and unsnap my bra. He places his other hand behind my head and shoves it into my hair; he pulls my waves with a burning desire.

I can think of nothing but the insatiable hunger in me to ride his cock. Cars fly by and there’s no knowing if someone is around to catch us.

His hands slide over my bare back as I moan and thrash, his lips biting and sucking mine.

He forcefully grabs my hair and pulls me back towards the steering wheel. He pants and his cock stands wanting.

“I can’t get enough of you, Danielle.”

He takes both of his hands and grabs my breasts as I lean back on the steering wheel and move my hips grinding against the length of his erection.

“It’s my turn, Mr. Towers, location number six.”

I place both of my hands on his shoulders and straighten myself to gain some height. I lower myself onto his full and thick cock, slowly filling my tight sopping wet “P”. Harrison throws his head against the headrest with a loud primal growl as he grabs my ass.

I move slowly over him, taking him in, then sliding off to the crown of his cock, and then crashing back down to the base. Over and over, getting slightly faster with each stroke. I circle my hips. He works my ass in directions that reach every aching desire within me. He knows where to put it and how. He slams his cock into me as gravity pulls me deeper. I’m so in need and craving his orgasm inside me.

I move up his length faster and he thrusts into me deeper. Our bodies crash into one another, our skin moist and hot. His cock is warming inside me, creating this electricity that is going to make me cum so damn hard. He grabs my neck and spreads his fingers wide, holding my head up so I have nowhere to turn but to look at him. He grabs on tightly to the chain I’m wearing around my neck. The urgency and control of his grasp is so raw as my body starts to jerk and shudder out of control. The electric pulse inside me and his hand at my neck makes me climax all over his cock

“Look at me when you cum,” he says while I keep cumming, a full body cum that lasts and lasts. My “P” is now wound so tightly around his cock and I can feel that my orgasm is bringing on his.

“Christ, Danielle!” His grip tightens as I cum over and over again. His body spasms and trembles out of control. I’m possessed by his stare, our eyes still locking. He moans loudly and cums even harder.

He tears his hand away and pulls me into him. He kisses me softly. There’s a look of unexpected vulnerability on his face. His features have softened. I wipe the sweat on his forehead and cup his face, brushing my lips against his.

“That’s exactly how I wanted you,” I whisper softly and gently in his ear.

The urgency and passion between us is so intense. It goes beyond any thought or reason. We are completely raw with each other. There’s something innately primal about how sexually dominant, powerful and skilled this man is.

I climb off Harrison and gather up my clothes.

“You might need these?”

He sling shots my panties at me, and that is a first glimpse of his playfulness.

“Yeah thanks. All soaking wet.”

“Don’t wear them then. I take that back. Throw them out the window.”

Oh, shit. Damn. Why the hell do I obey every goddamn command!?

He unlocks the window and bam, my soaked panties, out they go.

“Done.”

“Good, just the way I want you.” He displays a wicked grin.

We both get dressed and Harrison hops back on the interstate. We’re nearing Hood River.

“We should be in Hood River in a few minutes.”

“Harrison, this drive is just gorgeous. How often do you travel up here?” I ask as I straighten myself out, flushed and hot from the event that just took place.

“I am in Hood River at least two-three times a month.”

He hasn’t yet told me exactly what we’re doing up here this weekend.

“Danielle, have ever been to Hood River?”

“I remember passing through here when I was a kid to go skiing at Mt. Hood, but that was a long time ago. You know, I really take for granted the beauty our state has to offer.”

“Yes, the Gorge itself has so much to offer. It is the windsurfing capital of the world. There is so much to do up here, the wine, beer and some of the friendliest people you will ever meet. It is a little escape from my world that I really enjoy. You will too, Danielle.”

We roll through a quaint town while entering Hood River. Little boutiques, restaurants and outdoor sporting goods shops line the streets. We head through a few stoplights and climb up a slight winding hill.

“Ah, here we are,” Harrison says.

There are two big gates in the front of the estate with the letter ‘T’ on each side. Oh my, so classy? I look to the right and there is another sign in bronze embedded in a beautiful stone wall that says, ‘Tower Vineyards’.

“Tower Vineyards.” I read the sign out loud.

“Yes. Welcome to Tower Vineyards, Danielle.” He opens the console and presses the button that opens the grand gates.

Unbelievable. It’s getting dark, but I can make out that the estate is of Mediterranean architecture, red tile roof, stone, stucco and a majestic fountain sits out in the middle of the round drive. There is lighting all around the estate and lights lining the private drive. It looks huge under the glow of the full moon. I would expect nothing less.

“It is dark now; I will show you the vineyards tomorrow. I thought we could have a snack and take a dip in the hot tub to unwind?”

Oh, Shit. So are we talking location number 7?! Damn. This man can’t get enough!

There is a long pause. “Danielle, you have no idea what is in store for you this weekend. Here we are,” he says as we pull around the circle to the front door. He steps out of the Vanquish and walks around the car to open my door like a true gentleman. I’m so not used to this. Bradley never ever did that for me after the day he married me. It was chivalry out the door from that day forward.

Harrison grabs our luggage from the trunk and opens the grand dark wood doors. We enter the foyer and the look of this place is straight out of a magazine. It does need some decorating touches here and there, but it is still amazing. Rustic, Italian/French accents and furniture, terracotta tile floors, dark hardwoods, and a stone fireplace that extends to the ceiling. Golden and cream touches of casual sophistication. Soaring ceilings once again in the great room while the whole back of the house is all arched windows from floor to ceiling.

It’s like a European lodge straight out of Tuscany. 

“Your thoughts?”

“This is your escape? It’s exquisite. It’s funny I wouldn’t have pictured you in the wine business.”

“Yes, I have a vast business portfolio.” He changes the subject, “Come, I want to show you the outside.”

He walks to the back door and holds it open for me, “After you.”

The beauty of this property hits me like a ton of bricks. I can’t make everything out but there is a vineyard in the near distance. I can tell because there is an archway that’s covered in lights that leads out to the vineyard.

The large stone patio has a rock wall around it. An infinity pool is lit under the glow of the moon. There’s a rock hot tub that sits above the pool and flows into it. Outdoor living at its finest, with multiple seating areas with a stone outdoor fireplace as the centerpiece.