Champagne Showers (34 page)
I quickly sit up and re-fasten my seatbelt. I had tuned out the dinging that the car was making the entire time I had my seatbelt off, but now it’s going off like gongs in my head. I wipe my mouth and then pull out another breath mint and re-apply my lip-gloss. I look over at Harrison and smile. He returns my smile with a mischievous smirk, “I am not done with you yet.”
Whoa, there go my loins ready to spontaneously combust. All he has to do is give me that look, but then he’s not done with me yet? Oh, that makes me feel like his naughty little sex kitten. I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do to me.
We arrive at the towers and park in the lot underneath the building. He zips his pants back up, gets out of the car and comes around my side to open my door for me. He’s kinky as hell but yet always a gentleman. He takes my hand to help me out of the car. He alarms the car and we head for the elevator. We get off at the lobby and then go to the private elevator. As soon as the doors shut, he turns to me, and firmly puts both hands on my face and looks me square in the eye. “I am only going to tell you this one last time. You are not to see your ex-husband ever again. Understood?”
Whoa, who is he to tell me whom I can and cannot see? I have a real problem with this. I pull my face away from him and take a step backward as the elevator slowly ascends to the top floor. I feel my upper lip curling, “Maybe you should explain to me why you don’t want me to see Bradley?”
He growls. ”Are you that naive? He is pursuing you and he wants you back now that you are with someone else. I will not allow it.”
I snort and stamp my foot, “Bradley doesn’t want me back. I don’t understand why you’re insecure or threatened by him.”
He looks like he’s about the blow his stack with his eyebrows furrowed and his usually crystal blue eyes flashing like lightening.
“Let’s get one thing straight, I am not insecure or threatened by Bradley, I just don’t like to share what’s mine.” With that, he grabs me with his arm behind my waist and lands his lips on mine with a fierceness that can only be described as carnal domination. He’s taking what he deems to be his. I surrender as his tongue seeks mine. He groans and as the doors open, he leans over and sweeps me off my feet and carries me down the hall to his den. Hmm we haven’t utilized this room yet.
He lays me out on the charcoal gray postmodern sofa. I feel the velvety soft material on my thong clad ass as he lifts my skirt to my waist. He rips at my panties, oh, that seems to be his thing. I feel myself bare and exposed to his exploring fingers.
He moans, “Sopping wet... Just how I like you.”
I thrash my head to the side as he enters me with two fingers and flicks my clit with his other finger. I moan again and he takes that as further encouragement. He stands up and starts to remove his clothing. I move to a sitting position and help him with his pants. I tug at the button and zipper on his black trousers and free him. He steps out of his shoes followed by his pants and boxer briefs. I feel my own body responding to the sight of his beautiful body and hard erection. I feel another release of wetness as I think to myself that hard cock is in reaction to me. It’s thrilling.
He reaches down and strokes his cock in slow fluid movements. I watch as he continues to pleasure himself standing right there in front of me. He’s still wearing his dress shirt but it’s fully unbuttoned to reveal he’s not wearing an undershirt, exposing his well-toned body to me. I stand up and remove my metallic gray fitted top and white pencil skirt. I’m still wearing my stiletto pumps and bra. He stops rubbing his cock and proceeds to turn me around and remove my bra. He then caresses my back with his hands and runs them along my spine down to my ass where he spends some time with his hands feeling the soft contours of my womanly figure.
He then gently pushes me onto the edge of the sofa, bends me at my waist, takes my hands and places them on the sofa back. He moves my legs a little further apart and then enters me from behind. He puts only the swollen end in at first, teasing my sensitive entrance. He takes his tip and dips it in and out, spreading my wetness around me with the head. It’s so kinky and erotic. It makes me feel another wave of tightness building in my loins. He inserts his cock a little further then grabs the sides of my ass with his hands and slams into me with full force, almost knocking the air right out of me. I feel myself gasping. He pulls out and repeats with the same level of force. He continues this, gradually picking up speed. He reaches under me with his right hand and finds my right breast, kneading it and lightly pinching my nipple. I feel close to my release and find that my hips are meeting his blows with a hunger and eagerness to be filled with his cum. We keep at this intense pace and he once again has both hands on my hips guiding his full length in and out of me. I reach my hand back and encircle my fingers around his cock to feel how it glides in and out of my tight “P”.
This always seems to be the demise of us both, as I feel my muscles seize up and then the floodgates open and I cum all over Harrison. I’m aware of my waves of passion wrapping around his cock and encouraging his load to spill up into my body. He screams out as we meld into one body, cumming in unison. He remains like that for a few seconds. With a sigh, he removes himself from me and gently pulls me up to turn me around. I look up into his limpid pools again and lose myself. He leans down, kisses me passionately and then wraps me in an embrace. I feel so safe, cocooned in his arms feeling his skin on my skin, naked and vulnerable. With his arms still around me, he begins kissing my neck below my ear. The magic place instantly sends smoke signals to my loins bringing another wave of moistness. While he continues to suckle at my neck, I run my hands down his back to settle on his firm ass. I allow myself to feel the tautness, how soft his skin is under my probing fingertips. I can feel his growing excitement again rubbing against me.
Another wave of tightness forms in my loins. I’ve never in my life wanted a man so badly and so frequently. I never knew sex could be this fulfilling and I marvel at Harrison’s stamina. I always assumed men over 40 were the ones buying the male enhancements. Not Harrison, he just keeps going, much to my delight. He releases me of the embrace and lays me down on the sofa. He spreads my legs open and kneels between my legs. He pulls my legs up in the air and uses the heels of my stilettos as handles. He swiftly re-inserts his length into me and starts pumping me with his full erection. I feel a wave of wetness oozing out of me as he moans something about my sweet wetness trickling down his balls as they slap against my pelvis. He continues to have my legs in the air as he uses them for a form of steadying himself.
He slows himself to a hypnotic rhythm while staring into my eyes. He licks his lips and looks at me with a hunger that I can feel in my soul. I’m hungry too, and Harrison is the only one who can feed that desire. I feel a wetness forming at the corners of my eyes again. The emotions I’ve been keeping buried deep inside are bubbling up. I can feel this pressure building in my soul and I can’t control it. I meet each of his thrusts while holding my breath, hoping that my soul doesn’t bare itself. It’s too soon; I can’t expose my raw feelings, not yet. He isn’t ready, nor am I. He keeps pumping me and my body takes every single thrust, waiting for the next with tortured anticipation of the promised release.
His gaze darkens and he lets go of one of my shoes and shoves his finger into his mouth. Then, he reaches down to my “P” and shimmies his finger in to share the space with his gliding cock. I groan; being filled with his cock is enough, but his finger in there with it adds just that much more friction to where I’m about to unravel. He removes his finger and then shoves it into my mouth and growls, “Suck it.” I taste my juices on his finger and it’s so erotic that I can hardly breathe. He removes his finger and then shoves it in his own mouth. Then he repeats the whole process while still pumping me with his engorged cock.
He suddenly stops his methodical pace and removes himself from me. He moves his body down to where he is now kneeling on the floor and has his head between my legs. He goes in tongue first and proceeds to lap at the folds of my clit and lips. He sucks at the entrance of my “P” and slowly moves his tongue in and out. His hot breath and wet tongue on my hole is almost more than I can handle. He moves up to nibble on my clit. I arch my back and push my pelvis toward him in response. He moans and then moves quickly to shove his pulsating cock back into my desperate “P”. I’m ready for our release. My body aches for its release. He pounds his cock into me with such force that it moves me backward to where my head hits the arm of the sofa. I hear a pleasure soaked scream escape my own lips as the last pummel hits my magic spot. Explosions of pleasure course their way through my entire body. I can actually feel my muscles convulsing and wrapping tightly around his magnificent cock. His own pleasure matches to mine, releasing what feels like a large amount of cum into me. He finally collapses on top of me. Our sweaty bodies stick to each other and fuse into one. We lay like this until our breathing returns to normal. He raises his head off my chest, kisses one of my nipples and then reaches up to wipe away the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Did I hurt you?”
Oh geeze. I’m crying, how embarrassing. “Not at all.”
He moves up to kiss me softly and then, clearly puzzled, says “Why the tears then?”
I shut my eyes and in that moment, I know why. I’ve fallen in love with Harrison Towers.
After a few moments of silence, Harrison moves off me and stands by the sofa, reaching his hand out to help me up.
I’m horrified and stunned by my revelation. I wasn’t prepared for these feelings to come to surface, nor do I want them revealed to Harrison. I must keep my admission of love for him veiled.
“Are you certain you are okay?” His face shows his concern.
I give him a nod and am now immensely embarrassed for letting my emotions become so raw. “I’m fine, really, that was just so intense that all of my senses must have wanted to get in on the act.” I try to make it sound light and airy, so I add a fake laugh.
To distract him, I reach up and give him a soft kiss on the lips. He smirks and then grabs me into a passionate embrace and kisses me with an intensity that matches how my insides feel. Oh, how he ignites wanton feelings in me. I’m ready to go for round three as my body begins to prepare itself for more sexy play. He leads me to the bathroom and says over his shoulder, “First I am going to ravage your body again, and then we’ll get ready, I am taking you out on the town.” My loins begin their dance of throbbing and aching for his body to fill mine. He leads me into the shower and as promised, we get dirty in there before we work on getting clean.
Harrison jumps out of the shower first and towels himself off before wrapping it around his waist. I love that look on him. I could never tire of watching him move about with only a towel covering his pleasure seeking cock. Oh, I have to stop thinking like this. It isn’t ladylike and ever since I started up with Harrison, I’ve been anything but a lady. He leaves the bathroom and I finish rinsing my hair. After I dry off, I put on the white robe hanging on the valet in the corner and put my hair in the towel like a turban. I stand there for a moment looking in the mirror. It occurs to me that I don’t have any clothes or makeup here; I only have the hairbrush that I keep in my purse. Maybe we can stop by my condo on our way out. Just as I contemplate the logistics of getting ready, in walks Harrison with my overnight bag. How does he do that? He’s like a magician.
“Um, thank you? How did you pull that off?”
“Easy, I had Philippe go to your place and collect your things like he did before. I thought you would need some things to get ready.”
Shaking my head at him, “You’re correct, I do need things to get ready but how and when did you have the ability to send Philippe there in back in such a short time?”
“Danielle, just remember this, I am always going to be several steps ahead of you.” With that, he turns and leaves the room. He hollers from the main room, “We need to leave in 20 minutes, so you might want to get ready instead of standing there with your mouth gaping open.”
How did he know?
Despite that, I’m still reeling from his comment about his being steps ahead of me, but I manage to be ready twenty minutes later when he returns to the bathroom to collect me. I look at him and about melt into a puddle right here on the travertine floor. He’s wearing one of his retro fitted pants and jackets in that slate blue with a black trim that I love on him, along with a black fitted t-shirt underneath. He’s casual, elegant, and sexy as hell. A dangerous combination. I’m wearing a black strapless short dress with a skinny patent belt at the waist and a pair of patent peep toe sling backs. I have made some soft waves in my hair with the brush and the blow dryer. He looks me up and down and walks over to where I am standing in front of the vanity.
“I don’t know if I can let you leave looking like that, Danielle. You are taking my breath away.” I turn to him and flash him what I hope to be a coy smile. He puts his hand behind my head, laces his fingers in my hair and pulls my lips to his. “Mmmh, you taste like candy.” He reaches under the skirt of my dress and places his hand on my now sopping wet crotch. He smiles and removes his hand. “Just checking. Shall we?” He loops his arm through mine. I grab my oversized handbag. “You won’t need that.” I leave it on the bedroom floor on our way out. I’m not used to leaving my phone and things behind. A purse is a woman’s security blanket.
