The Business Trip (3 page)

He laid her gently down on the bearskin rug and leaned back on his heels with his hands on his thighs. She smiled at him before removing her sweater. He caught his breath as the flesh of her midriff was slowly revealed to him. It was white and just a bit rounded. He felt himself getting even harder, if possible, at the sight of her luscious body being revealed to him.

That was the only real problem here. Things were not progressing fast enough. He felt the need for speed. Hoping she'd get the hint, he tore off his own clothes and threw them behind him. Finally, he was kneeling in front of her, naked and with his cock standing at full alert. For a second, just a second, he had that flash of insecurity. Would she find him pleasing? Too big? Or God help him, too small?

"God, you're beautiful," she murmured, licking her lips. Her tongue left a light trail of moisture over her ruby red lips and he felt his balls swelling, drawing tightly against his body in arousal, all insecurities forgotten.

Her sweater was now off and his eyes feasted on the bounty of her full breasts. The black lace of her bra was a stark counterpoint to her creamy skin but also hid her nipples from him. He wondered if they would be the same color as her lips or something deeper. He reached forward and gently ran a finger over her, tracing the outline of lace from where it met the bra's strap to the cleavage the cup formed. He dipped his pinky into that crevice and watched as her nostrils flared and her eyes widened in pleasure.

"You're so responsive," he murmured before bending his head to let his lips and tongue follow the journey his fingers had completed.

While his mouth was busy discovering the tastes and textures, his hands weren't idle. With his left, he walked his fingers down her spine, over the waistband of her slacks and down to cup her right butt cheek, squeezing and releasing the soft flesh encased in knit. With his right hand, he dipped underneath the material covering her left breast until he could pluck her turgid nipple. It was hard and he couldn't help but press and pull on it.

"Oh, God, Clay," she moaned. "Please."

"Oh, I intend to. Please us both." He dispatched her bra and took his first complete look at her unbound breasts. He gasped.

They were heavy with thin blue veins just barely visible under her ivory skin, and her large areolas were just a shade darker than her ruby lips. And they were his.

He suckled first the right, drawing the nipple and as much of her breast as he could deep into his mouth. He drew his tongue slowly over her, pressing the nipple against the roof of his mouth to gain the most friction. He could happily stay there for a lifetime, but there was so much more to explore that he knew he need to move on.

He pulled his mouth from her and ran his finger around the puckered areola, delighting in the moan that escaped her mouth. He switched his attention to the left nipple.

When both tips were wet from his saliva and she was gasping his name and thrusting her breasts eagerly toward him, he pushed her mounds together and took both nipples in his mouth at once.

He felt the orgasm start at the top of her body and roll all the way through her. It was so intense it shook him to the core as well.

Then Clay Johnson did something he hadn't done in decades. He lost complete control and came all over her, his cream soaking her pants.

He was still for a moment then hurriedly pulled away. What an idiot, he thought. I'm acting like a boy experiencing his first throes of passion.

He turned back to apologize to her, but stopped before uttering a word when he saw the smug look on her face.

"Well, cowboy, that was a rocket ride," she said before she stood, and removed her pants and panties.

She was shaved as bare as a baby and he could see the glistening moisture on her pussy lips. He turned onto his knees and moved back toward her. His hands wrapped around her butt and pulled her to him.

"Let me see if I can make things last a little longer this time," he murmured then buried his face in her pussy.

Eliza closed her eyes and held his head against her as she felt his mouth worshipping her. Her breath stuttered out as his nose separated the folds of her labia and his tongue flicked across her slit.

This felt much better than she imagined when reading "Alaskan Desire" was the only thought in her head.

When Clay's tongue flicked once, then twice over her nub before sucking it deeply into his mouth, she felt as if he was pulling her soul right out of her body.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away from her. She could see the evidence of her arousal lingering on his lips. She fell to her knees and cupped his huge testicles in her hands. He had brought her so much pleasure. The least she could do was return the favor. She reached for his nipples.

Moving slowly, her hand traced its way down his chest, following the line of black hair as it arrowed its way past rock-hard abs. She knew he had a membership at one of Buffalo's most exclusive gyms. She could see he had taken advantage of it, and felt a momentary pang at the fact her body would never grace the cover of any fitness magazine.

As she traced a circle around his belly button, she put the last thought from her mind. There was no room for insecurities here. And, as his cock waved his arousal at her, she did what came naturally. She placed her fingers at the base and then licked him from the bottom to the very top with one slow, unending swipe. When she reached the slit, she used the tip of her tongue to delve deeply, tasting the remnants of his last orgasm. It was sweet and tangy with just the right amount of salt. His hand clenched her hair, holding her still against him.

She willingly took the hint and sucked the bulbous head into her mouth, letting her teeth scrape gently against the ridge just under the mushroom top. It was like licking a hot, seductive lollypop. But this was like no lollypop she'd ever had before. This was hot, hard steel wrapped in the most deliciously soft coating.

She knew how to give a man oral sex. She'd had done a lot of research on the internet. But somehow she forgot all the techniques she'd learned, simply reveling in the feel and taste of him.

Time after time, she used her tongue to circle his head, loving the way it was so smooth on the top but slightly rougher at the bottom. And then there was his slit. It was now oozing freely and she felt something deep inside thrill at the response she had produced in him.

The books had all said the taste of come shouldn't be overwhelming in healthy men. But nowhere had she read that it could be addictive. Eliza knew she was becoming addicted to the taste of Clay on her tongue. Yet the most amazing thing was the way his increasing arousal was being telegraphed to her depths and doubling in its strength. She felt her juices redoubling and warming her inner lips.

"God, Liza. Stop or take more," he grunted. "You're killing me."

She stopped, unsure of her self. Could she be causing him pain? When she opened her mouth a bit more to ask, he pushed his cock into her mouth, and she took as much of his length as she could.

His answering moans of delight answered her question. He pounded himself into her mouth. She felt herself getting even hotter. She moved her head up and down on his shaft feeling his cock harden even further, and wrapped her tongue around the head to taste every inch of him.

Just when she was certain he was about to come again, he pulled away.

"Stop," he grunted.

She grinned mischievously and lowered her head again. He grabbed a clump of hair and pulled her back gently.

"No. This time, I'm going to be buried deep inside your beautiful cunt when I come. No substitutions."

She grinned. When he pushed her back against the rug, she went willingly. Soon she was lying on her back, her legs bent slightly. He fingered her pussy, rubbing her juices around her outer lips and then gently fingering her clit before moving between her legs. His cock entered her. She wanted nothing more than to feel every one of his nine hard inches, and just not an inch at a time. She reached for him trying to hurry things along.

"Oh, no," he muttered. "We're going to do this my way. That's a promise."

"Please, Clay," she cried. "Fuck me hard."

He placed his hands on her knees pushing them out against the rug and opening her even wider.

Another inch slid inside her. Eliza groaned and bit her bottom lip. Couldn't he tell he was driving her slowly insane? She tightened her muscles, trying to literally suck him deeper into her pussy. He laughed and held himself back.

"Not so fast, my sweet," he murmured against her ear. "Let's make this last until we both are screaming in ecstasy."

A warning bell rang distantly in her head. Those words sounded familiar. But when another inch of his incredibly hard shaft slid inside her, only to be withdrawn before she could react, all she could concentrate on was the riotous feelings racing through her.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his thighs, placed her hands on his butt and pulled with all her might. Finally, she thought as his full length thrust into her quivering pussy.

"Ah," she screamed as her innermost nerves exploded. She felt the jerking of his cock as he reached his own orgasm, his seed soaking her inner walls.

Eliza awoke with a slight feeling of disorientation. She was warm, her muscles as relaxed as they had ever been. There was a warm fire cracking and popping behind her and soft fur underneath her.

Lying on top of her, his cock starting to slowly expand inside her, was a hero worthy of any fantasy.

She opened her eyes and looked into the burning desire of the blue-black coals of his. His lips settled on hers and he began thrusting again. His cock moved easily, as their mixed body fluids began to heat. Her nerves, only seconds ago as pliant as cooked noodles, suddenly started to hum with desire. His tongue stroked inside her bottom lip, sucking gently and enticing her tongue to play.

They rocked together for long moments but their passion wouldn't be denied. Soon he was thrusting, harder and harder, and she was meeting each of his movements with an answering of her own, drawing him deeper inside her, wanting nothing more than to grab the glittering glow of satisfaction that hovered just out of her reach. When they rushed to the edge of the pinnacle and fell over it, Eliza felt tears build in her eyes at the beauty of the moment.

Just before she fell asleep a second time, she admitted to herself that she loved Clay Johnson. Perhaps that's why she dreamed he told her he loved her as well.

When Eliza woke, she was alone and, for a moment, she thought everything had been nothing more than a wonderful, erotic dream. But the stickiness between her legs and sore muscles told her otherwise.

Still, she couldn't just lie on a bearskin rug naked and wait for her dream lover to return.

She got up and went in search of a bathroom. She found an unbelievable one with a whirlpool tub that she filled with the perfect temperature of water. When she finally eased into the bubbling, steamy water, she sighed in ecstasy. She leaned her head back against the warm, soft headrest and looked up at a huge moon-filled skylight. Funny, she'd never thought of Alaska as paradise, but right now, she couldn't imagine any place better in the world to be.

A small sound reached her and she turned her head. He came into the bathroom on nearly silent feet. He was wearing his jeans, top button unsnapped and his spectacular chest was bare. The jeans outlined every inch of his magnificent package. Eliza licked her lips in anticipation. Her eyes darted upward and widened at the sight he held in one hand, much like a waiter at a posh resort. He carried a silver tray laden with champagne, long stemmed glasses and a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream.

"I thought we could both use a little sustenance," he said, setting the tray on the edge of the tub then leaning over and taking her lips in a mind-numbing kiss.

"How did you know I've been dreaming of strawberries and champagne?" Eliza asked when they finally parted.

"Oh, just lucky I guess." He poured her a flute of golden champagne, then poured one for him. Eliza watched the completely unconscious movements and felt a little thrill in her heart. It was all she could do not to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. This was just like something out of one of Satin's books.

Suddenly, it hit Eliza. This entire trip was from a Satin book, "Alaskan Dreams." Eliza took another drink from her champagne while her thoughts raced. Was it coincidence or something else?

When he slid into the tub and moved toward her, a gleam in his eye, she gulped. Decisions, decisions. Should she just blurt her questions?

He took the glass from her nerveless fingers and took a sip from the exact spot where her lips had been. After one sip, he took another and lowered his head to her breast, suckling her nipple into his mouth. The contrast of her heated skin meeting the cool liquid in his mouth sent shock waves rippling through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his erect cock slide into her pussy. The position, her sitting on his lap allowed the length of her inner canal to measure him completely. She felt closer to him in every way than she had to any other person in her life.

She wrapped her arms around his neck threw back her head and let the sigh of ecstasy escape.

"God, you feel wonderful in my arms, Liza," he whispered against her neck. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her slightly. She slid high on his cock then drifted downward again. Their sighs mingled on the steam-filled air. When the quivering of both their bodies slowed, he started to lift her again. This time she helped, using thigh muscles she thought woefully under-developed to lift herself higher. As his cock slipped from her, she clenched her pelvis muscles contracting against the tip of him and holding him steady. His eyelids lifted and she saw the gleam of surprised delight in his eyes.

"Trying to take control here, little one?" he asked.

"Not really," she answered on a gasp as he flexed his own hips and surged deeper inside her. With her clenched inner muscles, the movement seemed to make him feel even larger, if possible.