Champagne Showers (37 page)

With that, Harrison sweeps me off my feet, carries me over to the ancient dusty bed and deposits me there. He leans down and kisses me fiercely while I claw at his zipper with my hands. I free his cock of the confines of his jeans and pull it out through the open zipper. I move away from him and he lies  back on the ancient bed. I take his cock into my mouth and begin to flick my tongue on the end of his swollen tip while my hand begins stroking up and down. He moans and bucks his hips. I take his length into my mouth and start sucking. He moves his hips in time with my stroking and sucking. I can feel that my “P” is ready for action and true to form, it’s sopping wet. Harrison’s hands are reaching for me but I’m now standing beside the bed pleasuring his cock so he can’t reach me. While my mouth is teasing the tip again, I reach down, undo my own jeans, and let them drop. I still have my big boots on, so I just let both my jeans and lace thong panties drop down around my ankles. I release his cock from my mouth and clumsily climb onto the bed. I straddle Harrison with my boots, jeans and panties still around my ankles. He reaches down to my clit and begins to rub it in a circular motion.

“Ohhh,” he moans “You are so wet. I never get tired of how wet you are for me.”

I feel another wave of wetness releasing and I move to hover over his firm cock as I lower myself down onto his full length with pelvis touching pelvis. He is so deep in me and I sit still on his cock just to savor the sensation of our bodies fusing into one. He moans even louder. With my hands on each side of his torso on the bed and my feet almost bound by my restricting jeans, I move slowly up and down on his cock. It’s almost like torture as I don’t have the leverage to move much faster, so each stroke of his cock in and out of my “P” is slow and steady.

I can hear his breathing getting increasingly more jagged and shallow as the tension and excitement builds in both of us. He opens his eyes and locks them with mine. He grabs my hands and laces his fingers with them, further signifying a bond. He licks his lips and then he thrusts himself further up into me and I yell out in pleasure. I slide my “P” back up his cock and then when I come back down, he thrusts himself deep again. He unlaces one of his hands to allow his free hand to explore my breasts. He moves his hand up my loose shirt and firmly squeezes my nipple through the bra cup. I start to move a little faster as he sends more smoke signals to my loins.

My inner sex kitten is roaring, and I like being on top of him and in control of his pleasure. I lean further onto his chest so I can brace myself and really ride him. I begin to pick up the pace and he meets each of my thrusts with an even firmer one of his own. He reaches between my legs with his free hand and fingers my “P” while I ride his cock. This sends me over the edge and I scream out in wild abandon as he too cums in waves. I watch his body convulse under me and I cum again just from the sheer pleasure of watching him cumming under me. I reluctantly roll off him as my legs are beginning to cramp from being restrained with my jeans and panties around my ankles. He lies there for a minute and then lifts his head and looks down at both of our legs and the jeans puddled around our heavy boots.

He turns onto his side and gazes into my eyes. “You are quite a surprise to me, Danielle.”

“I am? How so?”

“You just do not seem like the kind of woman to be so adventurous. But, each time I throw something in your path, you leap at the challenge instead of turn away. I admire that.”

Hmm. I will take any compliment this man will offer me.

“Thanks.” I’m not sure what else to say. If I chat it up, I’m sure it will ruin the moment. No, I just want to savor the afterglow of the sex and the compliment.

After a few minutes of recovering, Harrison hops up from the bed and while pulling up his pants, says, “This project is yours once I decide what I want to do with it.”

“Mine? You mean as in the decorating?”

“Precisely, it’s all yours, if you want it.” He looks at me over his shoulder, “It is going to be a big undertaking, are you up for the challenge?” Funny he should ask me that when he just got done saying that he likes how adventurous I am.

Oh. He’s not talking about the house, is he?

“Well, you just got done pointing out that I’ve been up for your challenges, why should this be any different?” There Mr. Towers, a little sparring for you.

“Maybe this challenge far exceeds anything you have taken on.”

I pull up my panties and with my pants still around my ankles, I look him square in the face. “Then bring it.” He takes one step towards me and in one swoop he has me off my feet and back on the ancient bed. He pins me under him so I can’t move and he trails kisses from behind my ear down my neck and stopping just above the v of the neckline on my shirt. He sits up, pulls my shirt up over my head and throws it to the side. He moans and then reaches under me to undo my bra. He removes the bra to expose my erect pink buds ready for his mouth. He moans again and then takes my left breast into his mouth and sucks and kneads it with his hand, and then he moves his attention to the right.

All the while, I can feel the pressure building in my greedy loins. My “P” is wet for the taking again. I feel his hard manhood pressed into my hipbones and it almost hurts. He leaves my nipples, to work on removing my boots. I start to unbutton and unzip my jeans when he turns to look at me with an intense fire burning in his eyes, “No, this is my present that I want to unwrap.” He turns back to removing the other boot. He then removes his own boots and climbs fully onto the creaky old bed. He runs a finger under the waistband of my jeans, and then runs his hand over my crotch on top of the fabric. I want him so badly and I want these clothes removed now. I need to feel his skin on my skin, his wet tongue on my wet waiting “P”. He leans down and licks a trail down my belly. He stops and gives my belly button some consideration, then he works his way down to the top of my waistband. He stops and looks up at me. He smirks and then with nimble fingers, he deftly unfastens my button and zipper. He pulls my tight jeans off and drops them to the floor. He then puts his tongue back where he left off and trails down to the lace on my panties. With the lace between his teeth, he slowly peels back the fabric to reveal my quivering lower lips.

The throbbing in my loins intensifies and I moan as he looks up at me with such desire and lust and then spits out my now removed panties. I Pant, “It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re fully clothed. Can’t I unwrap my present now?” His only response is a smirk that is half smile the rest just plain lust. I put my hands on the bottom of the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head to expose his beautiful chiseled body. I feel even wetter when I look at him up and down and take notice of the way his jeans cling to his hips with part of his love trail showing just above the top of the waistband. I want to release him of his binding pants again, but he looks so damned sexy in his jeans, laying there on his back, mine to do with as I wish.

I begin to run my hands over his chest, one of my favorite places on him. I feel every contour of his well-developed pecks. I run my tongue over his washboard stomach and he flinches and starts shifting under my tongue. I can feel his desire growing as I continue my exploration. I move to the top of his jeans, undo the top button and then unzip his pants. He lets out a loud moan. I continue downward by removing his jeans, and he lifts his hips to help shimmy out of his tight denim. What’s left of his clothing is his sexy boxer briefs that hug every contour of his erection. I follow his lead and take matters into my mouth instead of my hands to remove his boxers. His cock springs to action and my loins feel like they’re going to burst at any moment. “Enough. I am in charge now.”

I now have a lake between my legs. In one quick movement he has me pinned on my back again and he is spreading my legs so far open it almost hurts. He takes a finger and dips into my “P” as it to see if it’s ready. He groans and then dips his cock in and then he rubs me down there with his full hand. I realize that he’s spreading my wetness around. He takes his cock and glides it back in and then out and then in again. He continues this rhythm for a few minutes. He then removes his cock and moves me around to where I’m right on the edge of the high bed. He stands on the floor, puts my legs on his shoulders and then enters me again. Whoa, the angle allows for deep penetration and enables good leverage for moving his cock at a quicker pace.

By now, he is ramming himself in and out of me so fast that the bed is squeaking loudly, and I would be willing to bet we’ve scared all of the wildlife away. Despite unabashed desire, a giggle escapes my lips. I’ve never been in such a noisy bed in all my life. He’s now pounding me so hard that I will probably be sore later. His last slam into my body hits my magic spot and sends waves of ecstasy radiating through my whole being. He slams into me one more time for good measure, and I cum again. I lay there with my eyes transfixed on his. How can one person make me feel so whole? He pulls out and I always hate that feeling. It’s like a part of me has gone. I make a move to get off the bed and it creaks some more and we both burst out into laughter.  I am doubled over on the bed laughing hysterically, and the more I laugh the more the bed wiggles and the more it squeaks. He somehow comes to be lying next to me on the bed laughing too. Once our amusement dies down I begin thinking. “I wonder how many people have had sex in this bed.”

He laughs. “Do yourself a favor and stop right there. Let’s get off this decrepit thing before we both start to itch!”

“Ewww, that’s a good point.” We both quickly dress in silence. I can’t wait for a shower now that we’ve spent the last hour and half on a mattress that probably has every kind of dust mite ever identified.

“We had better get going so we still have plenty of light on the ride home.” I nod in agreement.

The ride back to the Penthouse is serene and I feel at ease. I’m really getting the hang of riding piggyback on Harrison’s Ducati Motor bike. It’s one smooth and sexy ride, just like its owner.

The rest of the weekend we spend in Harrison's Penthouse, only coming up for air to eat and to assess Rogue Tower and the new space that will soon become Towers HQ. The remainder of our time is spent utilizing every surface in the home. By Monday morning, two main things are accomplished. One, Harrison’s penthouse is now officially broken in, and two, I think I may be walking bowlegged permanently now. I laugh to myself at having these thoughts on the drive from my condo to Harrison’s office. I hadn’t had any work clothes with me, and I insisted that I return to my condo to retrieve my own things. That is when the first of the arguments started.

“Danielle, you are not returning to your condo alone.”

“You don’t need to worry, Frank  will be  downstairs and he is on top of things. Besides, nothing but the unknown caller has happened lately, so maybe the breaking and entering was isolated and just a warning of some sort.”

“I completely disagree and until there is more information in this case, you should just plan on living at the penthouse with me.”

I am about to lose my cool. “No way! I am not  moving in!” Two can play this game. I am not budging on this one.

“You will not say no to me, Danielle. I’ll send a car for you later.”  Then he turns and leaves down the elevator as I stand there with no transportation to the condo. Apparently, he thought he had left me stranded and I would have to rely on him. He thought wrong; I dress in my jeans and t-shirt and call a cab.

Half an hour later, the cab pulls up in front of my building. I grab my overnight bag and climb out. Once in the lobby, I ask Frank if anyone has been to see me or if I’ve had any deliveries. “Negative, Miss Austen. It’s been quiet on the home front.” He seems to be looking through a journal type book. “Oh wait, it does look like Manny, the new weekend guy, noted that someone about 6 foot with blondish hair, average build, and blue eyes was here Saturday asking if Manny had seen you around.” I cock my head and think for a minute. “I wonder if it could be my ex-husband.”

“I don’t know ma’am, you’ll have to ask Manny. He’ll be in next Saturday morning.”

“Okay, thanks Frank.”

I head up to my condo and let myself in. All seems to be in order. My phone buzzes as I lock the door behind me. I set my bag down and dig my phone out of my purse. It’s Harrison calling. I debate whether I should force him to fret or if I should just answer. I fold and answer the call.

“Hi,” I say brightly.

Coolly, he asks, “Where are you?”

“I’m at my condo,” I answer sweetly.

“I distinctly remember telling you to stay at my penthouse and I would send for you later. Why did you defy me?”

Okay, now he’s bossing me around.

“Harrison, there’s nothing wrong with me coming back to my condo and getting my own clothes.”

He grumbles. “I am just looking out for your safety. We still do not know who put that creep up to breaking into your condo. Until we do, I need to ensure your safety. This conversation is getting old.”

I sigh. I know he’s thinks he is just being chivalrous, but for as freaked out as I’ve been about the whole thing, I really feel okay right now.

“I get it, but you need to let me have some space here. I am perfectly safe right now. Can you please lighten up?”

“For now I will, but just know that this conversation will be re-visited later. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up.