Champagne Showers (17 page)

He moans and then turns me back around to face the river before bending me over at the waist and spreading my legs farther apart with his own. He takes his cock into his hand and moves it toward the entrance to my paradise. Very slowly, almost to the point of it being in slow motion, he urges his cock in me; I feel every contour and inch of his firmness slipping into my hot wetness.
Oh, this is torture. Just pound me, damn it!
I hardly realize that I’m gasping for air and choking on the ecstasy. He’s orchestrating a melodic rhythm that my body already knows the tune to. I feel my body moving against his. Faster and faster, he moves in and out of me while I’m pinned between his supple body and the hard lines of the glass railing. Closer and closer I get to my crescendo when I’m vaguely aware of hearing him yell out my name and we both cum in unison, while the pouring rain rinses us clean.

The next morning I awaken feeling rested and really sore. I can’t remember ever having this much sex in a 24 hour span of time. I roll to my side and see that Harrison is already up. I glance at the clock and see that it is 9:10 AM. Wow, I really overslept. I then realize I have the walk of shame ahead of me. I can take a quick shower, but I have to put on my clothes from yesterday. It’s not as if we are in a house where I can hurry out to my car. No, I have to walk through an entire lobby that is sure to be occupied with the lobby receptionist, the new office tenants moving in and other general building activities. I slip out of bed, walk into the bathroom, and am shocked to see my black overnight satchel sitting on the floor of the bathroom. On the counter sits my toothbrush, makeup kit, blow dryer, brush and I notice that even my hair products are in the shower. I

look over and see one of my dresses hanging on the freestanding valet. How the hell are my things here? Think about it, he must have gone to my condo while I was sleeping and used my keys to allow himself access to my things. I mean why not, he had access to almost every surface of my body last night. All but one really, but my back end is off limits. At least for now. I smirk to myself.

After a long cleansing shower, I ready myself for the day. I slip on the outfit that was set out for me. An electric blue classic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress that Simone insisted I splurge on, and the pumps I wore yesterday. He even thought to grab a chunky silver pendant that hangs just above my cleavage. I finish drying my hair and stare back at my reflection, I look happy.  I scold myself, yeah, you just got rocked five times last night, or was it six? Let’s see, once in the living room, then the shower and the tub and even though it was one climax, in there it was technically two locations. Then there was the bedroom; three, the balcony; four. Then when we went in and finally ate some food at 3:30 AM that would be five. I’ll have to correct Harrison on the sex count.  Wow, no wonder I’m so sore.

I finish putting my things in my bag when I hear the bathroom intercom
beep
, then I hear his silky voice. “Danielle? Are you ready for our day?”

Our day? I wasn’t aware we were having a day together. “Harrison, I’m dressed, I’ll be right out.”

I grab the satchel, head down the hallway, and deposit my bag by the waterfall in front of the elevator. I find him sitting at the tempered glass dining table. As I walk into the room and he looks up from his papers, his eyes lock on mine and I go weak in the knees. He smiles at me and stands.

“Good morning. I trust you slept well?”

Yeah, after we finally got to bed at 5:00 AM.

“Good morning to you as well. I slept well once I actually got to sleep.” I provide him my own smirk. “Oh, thank you for going to my condo and grabbing my things! I was dreading the walk of shame this morning.”

“You are quite welcome, Danielle but I didn’t actually go, it was Philippe. Speaking of Philippe, would you like him to whip up some of his famous crepes for you?”

How fancy!  “I’m fine with just some toast and maybe some Greek yogurt if you have some.” I’m dying. The thought of the strange little French man going through my things makes me feel a little violated no matter how grateful I am for fresh clothes and makeup.

“Nonsense, I can see in your eyes that you would love some crepes. I would too, as a matter of fact. Hope there is enough whipped cream left after last night.” He gives me a wink.

Okay, here we go again, I feel my face flooding with crimson red. I think of last night and how he used that whipped cream. My blood starts to boil again while my body betrays me by getting moist between my legs.

“Harrison! You’re making me blush. I’ll have some crepes if it’s not too much trouble. “

He smiles then gets up and disappears into the kitchen. I help myself to some coffee from the French press. I glance over and see that he was reading some kind of legal papers. Hmm, must be his latest acquisition or conquest. I sip at my coffee, look out over the river, and remember last night or actually early this morning.

After we had both climaxed outside on the balcony, we came in exhausted and drenched from the rain. He headed to the bedroom and grabbed some fresh towels and we dried off. He also handed me another of his dress shirts and wrapped the towel around his waist. He is just way too sexy, and I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him with nothing on but a towel at his waist. Despite the fact I was totally and utterly exhausted from our sex fest, I could have easily gone there again. I felt the warmth between my legs return and I knew that all he had to do was lose the towel and I would be willing to go at it again.

Instead, since we were both starving, we went into the kitchen to satiate our growling tummies.  I sat on one of the bar stools at the enormous island while he opened the refrigerator and examined the contents.

“I must remember to give Philippe a raise; he seems to anticipate my every need before I realize I
have
a need,” he said as he pulled out assembled trays of meats, cheeses and an assortment of antipasto accoutrements. He turned to smirk at me as he pulled out another bottle of bubbly.

“That is very nice. You have a faithful employee in Philippe.”

He popped the champagne cork and poured us each a glass. He handed me one and clinked the crystal.

“Yes, I certainly do. He has been with me for over 20 years. He came to work for my family and has continued ever since. “

“Does he have a wife or kids?”

He walked into the pantry, returned with a loaf of Baguette bread, tore some pieces off, and placed them in the middle of one of the platters. We both started shoveling the food into our mouths. Never mind decorum when two growling tummies are making their presence known.

“No. Well, he used to, but she left him, took the kids and moved back to France somewhere. He would get Christmas cards and yearly updates with pictures from time to time, but she would never allow him to see or talk to the kids.”

“Wow! Do you know why she left him? I mean that’s pretty harsh.”

“He said she went back to France for her true love and ended up marrying her childhood sweetheart. It’s a bit cliché for my blood, but I really feel for him.”

He ate another piece of bread with salami and provolone piled on top finished by some brown mustard.

“So, did he ever marry again? Is he in contact with his kids now?”

“He never married again, but I think he has a paramour on the side in Montreal. His son actually moved back to Montreal when he came of age and he works for me now.”

“What does his son do for you?” I eat another olive.

“Let’s just say he conducts research for me among other things.”

He refilled our glasses and took another sip.

“Oh, what kind of research?”

He studied my face for a minute.

“That is actually confidential, but enough about my faithful employee and his life. Let’s talk about you.”

I nearly choked on my pickled asparagus spear.

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, how is it you are still sitting there when I could have you sprawled on all fours on this slab of cement tasting your sweetness?”

I took a huge swig of champagne and the bubbles ended up tickling my nose. I let out a giggle and he took that as a go ahead. He quickly moved the trays to another counter, took a last swig of his champagne and while doing this, his towel dropped from his waist to the floor revealing his hard intentions.

He picked me up off the bar stool and set me down on the cement slab island. It was cold on my behind, but it sent warm jolts through my body. I felt a little giddy while I waited to see what he wanted to do to me next.

“Location number four, Danielle.”

And with that, he laid me down and made work of unbuttoning the shirt with his teeth.  After he successfully undid each of the buttons, he ran his tongue over my newly exposed flesh. He continued the process until the last button had been opened. Once removed, he tossed it onto the barstool. I lay there on the cold cement with my nipples standing at attention and my body singing hot. He moved to the refrigerator and removed a couple of items. I could feel a quickening in my loins as the anticipation built. He moved quickly across the kitchen to the microwave and popped something inside. 
Ding
announced the microwave. He pulled out whatever he had heated up. He reached over to the control center on the wall and pushed a button and I instantly heard a pulsating beat that was mostly instrumental with a few sultry words. Ah, sexy background music, nice touch.

He returned to my side and told me to close my eyes. Following his directions, I closed my eyes. I then felt warm liquid trickling over my left breast and then my right, followed by his tongue tracing the lines the warm liquid left. He then covered my right breast with his mouth and sucked, and then he turned and licked the left breast clean of the warm substance. He drizzled a trail of warmth down my torso allowing the liquid to ooze down my crotch and puddle between my legs.  He began to lick the liquid trail and ended up at the end of the trail with his face buried between my legs until my privates were licked clean of the liquid. I tried to sneak a peek while his face was buried between my legs, but he reached up and wagged his finger at me. I laid my head back, closed my eyes, and decided to lie back and enjoy the tongue-lashing. After he finished lapping up the rest of the goop from my clit, I could hear him on the move again as he trailed his fingers up to my neck, grabbed my face with his hand and planted a big juicy chocolate syrup kiss on me.  Oh, his lips and tongue tasted delicious. He then stepped away and I could hear him grabbing something else off the counter next to the refrigerator.  I opened one eye to peek.

“Tsk tsk, Danielle, don’t be a naughty girl, otherwise I may need to punish you.” I giggled.

Then I heard him shaking something followed by spraying something on my lips. He leaned over and kissed it off. It got in my mouth and I could taste the whipped cream. He helped me to sit up and then he helped me off the counter. He sprayed some whipped cream on his dick and I willingly kneeled in front of him and proceeded to lick off every last trace of the cream. I reached my hand back and caressed his sensitive balls while I made work of sucking on the tip of his dick. I took it deep into my throat. I pulled him out of my mouth, grabbed the can of cream, sprayed it on his dick, and started all over again. All the while, he uttered expletives and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. “Oh Danielle, suck it!” so I did.

Finally, I could feel his climax building and I once again took him deep in my throat when he came and blew his load so I could feel the warmth of it trickling down my throat. I stood up and just as I did, he handed me a glass of champagne. I took a quick swig and handed it back to Harrison who stood there with a satisfied look on his face. He once again took me by the hips and hoisted me onto the counter. He then adjusted my hips to hit the edge, put my feet up on the edge of the counter like they were in stirrups. He then took the whipped cream and sprayed it all over my crotch. He placed a hand on each side of my feet and then leaned down and started licking and suckling my clit. Darting his tongue in and out of my “P” and then licking up more cream.

Without warning, I felt his dick penetrate me and he started pumping himself in and out of me. I could feel the sticky cream on his pelvis as it collided with mine. He withdrew his dick and sprayed me full of whipped cream again. I lamented at his virility. How did he get hard so soon after that last orgasm?

Once again he removed his cock and was back at giving me a thorough tongue bath. After the cream was licked up, he rammed his dick deep inside my pleasure cave. He deepened his thrust and I heard loud gasps coming from my lips. He hissed my name and then he took one last slam into me and then he stopped and said, “Look at me when you cum.” My eyes fluttered open and he stood there practically convulsing from head to toe. He was still in me, bracing his hands on the countertop and his head was slightly hung over. I could see that he was in his own world at the time. Witnessing his multiple orgasms triggered one in me and I felt the aftershocks travelling through my body.

Once I recovered, I realized I have never been so turned on by a man in my life. He was so raw but so in control. He was a considerate lover but he was also in it for his own pleasure and he made no apologies for it. He was honest with his desire. He withdrew his dick and gave me a wide grin. He helped me down from the cement slab and he picked up his towel and wrapped it around me. By then, it was nearly 5:00 AM and I was simply spent. We took a quick shower together and then crawled into bed. I barely remembered his asking me if I had anything pressing in the morning and I’m not sure what I had told him. Right before I passed out from exhaustion, I remembered thinking that we had left a mess in the kitchen. Snuggled into the crook of Harrison’s arm, I had then slipped into a deep undisturbed sleep.