He kissed her then, a gentle touch of lips, almost reverent and it stirred her anew.
She realized with some surprise that it was the first time they'd actually kissed...given what they had done, it was odd that now would be the time to catch up on missed steps. However, it seemed the perfect moment.
Dane was saying thank you again, with gestures rather than words. And she was responding with her own movements, a little sound of pleasure humming in her throat.
She stepped back, looking at the man in front of her. "I can't believe what's happening here, Dane."
He smiled, apparently quite unselfconscious about his nudity. "I'm not trying. I'm just having what might well go down in the record books as the best night of my life thus far." His eyebrow lifted wickedly. "And now I have a duty to perform. I need to ensure that it's the best night of your life as well, Miss Olivia."
Uh oh.
"You do?"
Before she could stop herself, Livvy found her hands clasping in front of her breasts, and it was such a Victorian type of movement she nearly burst out laughing. Instead she just grinned and dropped her hands to her sides.
"I do." Dane stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I think it's time we removed that corset. You must be uncomfortable by now."
Given that her thighs were soaked, her nipples slightly abraded from the rough lace and her entire body one sexual hand grenade waiting for him to pull the pin...yeah. Uncomfortable worked.
He grasped her shoulders and turned her around. "Now let me see."
She felt his fingers begin to work at the laces. "I think it's double knotted." She lifted her hair off her neck with one hand to make things easier.
He nipped at the nape she revealed, making her jump. "Mmm."
Something caught in her throat and she cleared it awkwardly. "I'm sorry if it's tangled."
"Not your fault."
She heard him mutter something, and felt a slight tug on her corset. Then the pressure suddenly eased and she sucked in a big lungful of air in relief.
"There. That does it."
Rapidly Dane pulled the cords loose and Livvy's hands automatically went to her chest to hold it in place. Breathing freely was such a pleasure; it was a shock to realize how much her body had been compressed.
"Ah, Livvy. Such skin. That damn thing must have hurt."
A finger ran gently up her back as the corset finally parted and she eased it away from herself. "Not really. It kept my spine straight, though. I will say posture takes on a new meaning after wearing one of these." She tossed it away onto the pile of clothing.
"It left marks, my dear."
Dane proceeded to smooth those marks, running his hands and his mouth up and over her torso, touching what he could not kiss, and licking what he had already caressed. Long minutes passed while Livvy stood in the firelight, letting his mouth wander over her, relishing the stroke of his fingertips, lazily aroused by his lingering attentions.
Eventually his hands worked down to her feet and he moved in front of her, kneeling on the carpet while he managed the laces of her boots without difficulty. Removing each, he finally put one of her stockinged feet on his shoulder and Livvy tried not to squirm as she realized what he was staring it.
"Uh, Dane?"
"Shhh."
She swallowed. "Dane? You're staring at my..."
"Your pussy. Yes." He ran one hand idly over the calf next to his ear, stroking her leg while he continued his intense observation.
"It's a bit unnerving." Livvy privately congratulated herself on what she considered to be the understatement of the century. The current one and the one she had dressed for earlier this evening.
"Probably." Dane stroked higher and found the top of her stocking. Dexterously he rolled it down her leg, leaving her feeling much more naked as he pulled it away from her foot then placed her toes back onto his bare shoulder.
He repeated the move with the other leg, leaving the white hose rolled around her ankle.
"I..." She paused, uncertain of herself and of him. The firelight flickered low and her skin warmed slightly in the heat of the fire.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Olivia."
"I do?"
"Indeed you do." He rubbed his face against her leg in a gesture that was so affectionate she wanted to laugh and cry all at once. Damn hormones.
"Your mound is strong and feminine, I like the way you've groomed your pubic hair and your pussy lips are wonderful. Just wonderful."
"Oh. Er. Thanks." She blinked. "I think." She bit her tongue for about thirty seconds. "What makes them wonderful?" Yeah, she had to ask.
"Well, let me see." He slid nearer, keeping her foot raised on his shoulder. Now he was so close she could feel his breath on her naked thighs. That was an amazingly erotic sensation in and of itself, and when his hair brushed her skin--well, shit. The fire in the hearth was nowhere near as hot as the fire in her cunt.
"They're full, womanly. They're the darkest of pinkish purple right now, shining with your juices. I love how they fold together and the inner lips are ruffled, so aroused they're protruding. Just here..."
He lifted his hand and cupped her, moving his palm slowly and sensuously against her sensitive flesh. "Oh God. Dane." She reached out blindly and found the back of the chair for support. Otherwise she swore her knees would have buckled.
He pressed a little with the heel of his hand and chuckled at her moan. "And yes, right there is your clitoris. I'm going to suck it in a minute Livvy, but I want to see all of you first. To enjoy the view as it were."
Sure. Go ahead. I'll just quietly die where I stand from unfulfilled lust.
"Okay. That's enough." Dane's voice turned rough as he leaned forward and grabbed her bare buttocks. He pulled her toward him and finally--finally put his mouth on her.
It was a good thing he held her ass in his hands because she might well have tumbled to the floor. His breath was hot, his tongue was hotter and Livvy suddenly felt like a volcano about to pop its cork.
She sobbed aloud as he began his investigations, licking up into her folds, teasing her, sucking and even gently nibbling. She moved, writhed and tried not to force her hips into his face but she couldn't seem to get enough of his mouth.
He drew back, face glistening from her moisture. "Yes, Livvy. Good. Oh so good. I could eat you all night long and never be satisfied."
"Dane..." She choked out the word, lost for rational responses, unable to put two words together in her brain. It was all about her pussy and her clit. Nothing else existed at that moment.
"Come on. Let's get you more settled."
Without a moment's hesitation, he whisked her off her feet and deposited her on the long sofa at the side of the room. It was darker here, for which Livvy was somewhat grateful. But she also hoped it wasn't too dark for Dane to go back to what he was doing with those really good body parts he'd found.
It wasn't. Within moments of her naked back touching the cool leather of the sofa, Dane was on her, pushing her legs wide apart and settling himself between them, lowering his head and beginning to feast on her sex.
He sucked, not caring about the sounds, pulling at her and making her feel as if there were red-hot wires connected to everywhere within her. Her breasts ached as his tongue worked busily around her clit. Her breath caught and her skin seemed to dance with goose pimples.
As she shifted beneath him in response to his actions, his arms--now free of restraint--roamed over her, stroking, pinching, caressing and finally reaching for her breasts.
As he touched and then squeezed her nipples, she had a bare second to wonder at his amazing capacity for multi tasking.
Then her body surrendered and the prickling electrical shocks building at the base of her spine let her know that an orgasm was about to arrive at her personal station.
"Dane. I'm...I can't..." she stuttered, her mouth refusing to form coherent words.
"I know. Let go." He kissed her inner thigh, nipped at the skin and then leaned o
ver her to continue licking and sucking. "I want you to come on my face, Livvy. I want to breathe it in when you come."
"Dear God."
Okay. Religion was good. And she seemed to have found a lot of that old-time religion since Dane had stolen her from the party and promised to fuck her silly. It looked like he was good at keeping promises. She was now, officially, silly.
With that thought dancing at the back of her mind, Livvy did as she was told. She let go.
The climax built rapidly, her body tensing against the onslaught. Her muscles knotted, her hips lifted of their own volition and her neck arched as her head fell backward.
She couldn't stop the cry from bursting free, a high-pitched gasping sound mixed with a guttural groan. It was something she'd never imagined coming from her own throat, but then again, she'd never imagined having an orgasm like this, with a man's face glued to her pussy while he stuck his tongue deep into her cunt.
He was sucking her release, drinking it deeply, breathing it in as he'd told her he would. Her thighs moved to hold his head in place and she struggled to contain the urge in case she cracked his skull like a walnut.
The climax was that strong.
She rocked and rolled, blind to everything but her body and his mouth. How long it lasted, she had no idea, but it seemed to give a new meaning to infinity, since time stood still while she soared aloft on wings of liquid sensation.
It ended, eventually, with a slowing of her heartbeat and a final easing of the tremors which had racked her from head to toe. She slumped, feeling him move, wanting to open her eyes, but still floating on the fiery residue of her release.
Then the couch dipped either side of her and a strong naked body pressed between her thighs.
She blinked herself alert, looked down and saw Dane sheathing himself. Where the condom had come from, she had no idea, and at that moment didn't have the strength to ask.
When he positioned himself against her pussy and lifted his head to look at her, she shuddered at the heat and desire in his eyes. He dipped his head and dropped a quick kiss on her nipple, a flick of his tongue was enough to make her gasp.
And slowly, very slowly, he entered her, pressing his cock past her natural barriers, opening her with firm care, and sliding himself deep into her slick cunt.
She was wet, so wet he was able to seat himself against her, his balls pressed to her pussy lips. Hard and slick, she could feel him filling her, pressing against walls that were highly sensitized, eager for the touch of sheathed velvet and steel muscle.
He paused then, as deep into her as he could be.
"Olivia." He spoke quietly. "Look at me, Olivia."
She opened her eyes and focused on him as best she could.
"I'm going to fuck you now, sweetheart. Slow and easy. Deep. If you don't want me to or it's uncomfortable for you, just say so, okay?"
She nodded. "Dane." Her throat was dry and she swallowed awkwardly. "I want you to fuck me, Dane. Now. Please."
She shifted her hips, realizing they were whispering, speaking more with their bodies than their voices. It was a strange moment out of time, a unique experience for Livvy. She'd never thought to say such things to a man in moments of intimacy. Never felt at ease enough to let go of her natural shyness and reveal her innermost sexuality. Especially not to someone she barely knew.
But this was one of those nights. One of the times she knew she'd remember for the rest of her life. An adventure she could pull from her memory and enjoy all over again in years to come.
As Dane began to ride her, long slow strokes of his cock in and out, in and out, she drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes once again and relaxed into the pleasure.
He was good, so good. Controlled, seeming to know instinctively how to angle his body for the deepest and most effective penetration and how to pull out of her in just the right way to hit all her inner sweet spots.
He took time to lean in and kiss her, then contort himself into a position where he could lick her nipple for a few moments. Perhaps it was because he'd already come once, or maybe he was just a man with truly amazing self-control, but nothing seemed hurried or rushed. Olivia felt like a dessert he was savoring, sampling, enjoying to the fullest.
And as he continued his long slow fuck, her body responded, the fires of her arousal stoked up once more, simmering and then bursting into flame as his cock continually rubbed a certain spot inside her cunt.
She moaned, and in response Dane lifted himself above her, moving them both into the ideal position. His strokes became faster and more forceful as her thighs lifted to tighten against him.
It became more intense, this mating of male and female. Both of them were panting, Dane's fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, her own scrabbling for an anchor on the couch beneath her.
Their breaths matched in pace, huffs of air forced from each of them by the crush of Dane's groin against her pussy. He had awoken her clit and every thrust abraded it once more, sending that familiar vibrant electrical impulse through her belly and to her breasts.
She reached for her nipples, lost now in a world of sexual rhythm and sensation, needing the small extra pleasure of her own touch.
"Yes, Livvy, yes." Dane encouraged her, his hips pistoning against her, his panting breath mixed with soft grunts.
She whimpered and mewled under his energetic pounding, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before she exploded once again.
And he was with her, ready, seemingly waiting for her to come. "Any time, Livvy. I'm going to come any moment. Come with me...."
So she did.
*~*~*~*
Finishing her recital, Livvy picked up her coffee cup and took a swig, sighing with pleasure as her favorite brew warmed her down to her toes. She gazed at her friend across the table.
"Wow." Cora stared, wide-eyed. "You had the most amazing night. I can't believe you--you, my quiet non-erotic buddy--had sex like that with a man you didn't even know."
"Good thinking on the note you left with my jacket, by the way. I don't know what time we finally said goodnight, but it was very late. I guess it goes to show."
"Show what?"
"That I am erotic." Livvy smirked.
"I still can't believe it. Wow." Cora shook her head. "Really. You really did all that? Got naked and came? Twice?" Her voice dropped to a reverent whisper.
Livvy giggled, then took a bite of her pastry. She wiped her lips and looked Cora straight in the eye. "Nah."
Cora paused, coffee cup halfway to her lips. "What?"
Livvy laughed. "I was kidding."
The coffee cup clattered on the table. "Are you shitting me?"
"Nope. Did you really think I'd get that down and dirty with a virtual stranger?" Livvy rolled her eyes. "Jeez, Cora. How long have we known each other?"
"But...but..."
"Yes I did go off to a private room with Dane and it was a lovely library. Whoever owns that house has a shitload of assets, I gotta say." She pursed her lips over her Danish pastry. "I'd kill for that place. And yes, we kind of made out a bit."
"So why the long sex story?"
"Just wanted to see if you bought it. I'm thinking of writing a book."
"Oh c'mon." Cora leaned back. "That's the lousiest thing. I believed every damn word, you bitch."
"Heh heh." Livvy cackled wickedly. "By the way, the costume's out in the car."
They both paused as the massive beverage machine behind the counter made horrid noises, belching and whipping up some frothy half-caf mocha latte frappuccino confection that might, now and again, vaguely resemble coffee.
"What did you say again?" Cora leaned forward.
"I said the costume's in the car."
"Okay. I'll get it back to Ben later." She drained her cup. "Still can't believe you had me going like that." She glanced at her watch. "You took an hour of my life, got me all hot and bothered and then tell me you were just joshin'. Sheeeit!"
Livvy smiled innocently. "It was too cool,
watching your face."
Cora snorted as she stood. "By tomorrow I will have decided if I'm ever going to talk to you again or not. See you in the office."
"Wait, I'll go with you. I need to give you the costume anyway."
"Okay."
Together the two women left the coffee house and Livvy handed over the costume into Cora's tender care. She was sad to see it go, since she'd loved the look and feel of the old-fashioned style. They said their goodbyes and parted, only to meet again the following morning in the tall Boston building housing their company's offices.
"Hey Livvy." Cora waggled her fingers as she passed her friend's desk. "I've decided to talk to you in spite of you-know-what."
"Thank God. I was up all night worrying about it." Livvy's attention was on her monitor. "Damn it to hell."
"What?"
"I knew I should've put more makeup on. It's my rotation in the Boardroom today. I'd forgotten."
"Oooh. Think the Big Boss will be there?"
"Why do you always say that like it's capitalized?"
Cora chuckled. "Because nobody's ever seen him, he's supposed to be richer than God and if it wasn't for him we'd be on the streets."
"Good point. If he shows up, I'll let you know." Livvy pulled the essentials from her desk. Purse, notebook, pens and small voice recorder. She tucked her phone into her suit jacket pocket, after checking the ringer was set to "vibrate" rather than "Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones.
"Have fun." Cora breezed off, blonde ponytail swinging as she strode down the aisle between the offices and cubicles.
Hart and Miller was a high-end financial consultancy, offering rich people advice on how to get richer and avoid giving the government any more than absolutely necessary. As Livvy pushed the elevator button for the fourth floor, she realized that her employers must be successful, in that no client had yet established a rap sheet or languished as a guest of the Federal Penitentiary System.
Her degree in Accounting had rendered her eligible as a candidate for an Associate Advisor position and her rapid accuracy with her assignments had gotten her a raise or two. At this point she was on her way to sit in on meetings in the Boardroom.
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