And, whilst her previous experiences had taught her that orgasms were fairly short lived, this one swept through her with an intensity and duration of a force nine hurricane. The trembling of her pelvis and legs urged Peter on and, if anything, his licking and sucking seemed to intensify. She clutched his head with her hands, at the same time clamping her legs around his ears as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
The waves of pleasure gradually subsided and her breathing slowed. She felt drained and sated as she lay there flat on the bed. Fuck, she thought, what the hell happened there?
“Hang on a sec.” Peter whispered as he moved from the kneeling position between her legs to stretch out and retrieve his trousers. Rummaging in his pocket he withdrew a foil packet and tearing it open, he made his way slowly back to the bed.
Almost in a daze, Katie felt herself opening wide to him again as he stood between her legs. He rolled the condom down his erect cock, gently making sure it covered all the way down to base. He then leant forward over her, their eyes locking as she felt the head push impatiently at her swollen lips. He smiled at her as he slowly lowered his body deep inside her and then, at the same time, dropped his head to impale her mouth with his probing tongue. He continued his movements up and down, stopping as if to withdraw, only to respond again as she pushed her body up to meet his powerful thrusts.
She had thought that the earlier orgasm would have sated her, that she would only enjoy his penetration as an act of total physical togetherness, but she was wrong. From deep within, she felt that familiar ebb and flow once again and suddenly knew that she was going to come again, and come again quite quickly. The thought made her almost delirious with delight as her body urged him on.
His eyes closed above her and he felt his hips buck and grind with an increased ferocity. The feeling of his cock ramming into her again and again released yet another wave of pleasure as the second orgasm approached and then swamped her. Despite this, Peter carried on with his rhythm and she felt his pelvis tighten, knowing that he would soon come as well. She delighted in the feeling of it as the receding pulses swept through her, coinciding with his convulsive jerks as he released inside her.
They lay together for some time, not moving and not saying anything at all. Apart from the feeling of contented exhaustion, Katie was desperately trying to come to terms with the immense physical and raw emotion she had just experienced. Nothing in her life before this moment had prepared her and she had no real idea about how to react…..apart from hoping that these feelings were being shared by Peter.
She hugged him tightly to her and he responded, gently kissing her all over her face and down to her shoulders.
“Before you say a thing,” he murmured, “can I just tell you that sex was undoubtedly the best I have ever had in my entire life. Just thought you should know that….in case you're wondering.”
Whether or not he actually meant it at that precise moment did not matter to Katie. She was just glad he had said it the way he had and she felt a drop of tear slip down from her eye.
“Well, you were OK, I suppose. Bit better than average, actually,” she whispered back, squeezing him tightly inside her as she did so.
He rolled over and off her and they both stared at the ceiling. She moved and rested her head in his shoulder and he folded his arm around her. Nothing more was said and after a few moments, they both fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Katie opened her eyes and stared at her surroundings. Memories of the night before flooded back and the warm glow with which she had fallen asleep returned. Peter had already got up and she could hear the sound of the shower in the bathroom. She turned to lie on her back and her hands wandered slowly over her body. Her breasts felt tender and her pussy felt swollen and hot. Memories of last night’s passion flooded back and her stomach stiffened involuntarily. She got up and padded through the bathroom door to stand just in the threshold.
Peter was in the shower and Katie could see him soaping his body through the rushing water. With a smile, she stepped in to join him, running her hands over his back and then resting her head against his shoulder.
“Good morning.” she said. “I thought you could do with some company.”
He turned round and their lips met, the water cascading over their heads and down their bodies. She immediately felt his penis stiffen in between them and she giggled, reaching down to take it in her hands.
“My, my,” she said. “What an eager chap he is.”
She sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth, rubbing her tongue over the tip and down the shaft. She heard him moan and the sound delighted her as she felt her own passion rise yet again. His hands reached down and ran through her now soaking hair. Gently, he started moving his penis in and out of her mouth whilst she ran her lips and tongue over the head. She grasped the base of the shaft with one hand and with the other, took his balls and rubbed them tenderly. The rushing water around her head and face created a warm cocoon in which she was intent on pleasuring this man and, despite the fact she was crouching down, her body was responding in kind. She glanced up and saw that Peter was staring down at her and their eyes met. Faster and faster she rubbed, flicking the end of his penis with her tongue as she did so.
“God, Katie, I’m going to come,” gasped Peter as she felt his stomach muscles contract, his balls tighten and before she knew it, spurts of semen were shooting out. Whilst she had swallowed before, this was the first time that she actually wanted it to happen, to let it run over her lips and face and the feeling made her insides melt and flow. She squeezed his penis and licked up the last drop as it appeared at the end before slowly standing up and purposefully kissing Peter full on his lips, still with the taste of him in her mouth.
To her surprise, he seemed to relish it and kissed her hungrily back. His hands crushed her bottom and pulled her pelvis hard against his softening cock. Despite his orgasm, she still felt on fire and hoped that he would not get out of the shower just yet.
He pushed her against the wall of the cubicle and lifted her leg up onto the ledge containing the bottles of lotions. The water poured down between them and he leisurely traced his hand down her body before letting his fingers touch her swollen labia and clitoris. Her breath quickened as she reached down to urge his fingers further into her.
Peter dropped to his knees and lowered his face down between her legs. All at once, she felt his tongue replace his fingers and start a slow, delicious rhythm against her clitoris. Every now and then he stopped and pushed his tongue into her as far as he could before returning to her focus of intensity.
Katie felt herself crying out loud now as her gasps became stronger. Deep within her body she felt another great wave of pleasure start to build and then grow as her orgasm started to sweep over her. Her leg muscles started to twitch uncontrollably as she bent over Peter’s head and grabbed his face between her hands. Then the full orgasm hit her and her body became a puppet to the convulsions and waves of pleasure that took possession of her.
Slowly she lowered her leg and Peter stood up. Together they huddled together, letting the water rinse over them. There seemed little need for words as they rocked back and forth.
Later, she scrubbed herself dry with one of the huge towels and suddenly realised that the time was moving along and she would have to hurry back to her room to dress and pick up her papers. As much as she wanted to stay in this bedroom for the day, no for the next few days with this man, she knew that life had to carry on. She moved into the room and picked up her clothes that were lying strewn on the floor, just as Peter came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
“Great way to start the day, if I may say so,” he said with a smirk. “I'll see you downstairs in fifteen minutes. I've already made sure there is a car waiting”
Katie hurriedly dressed and, feeling kind of shop soiled, she paused as she reached the door.
“Peter, I just want....” she started but he raised his hand.
“The
re's no need to say anything. I'll see you in a few minutes,” he said. “Oh and Katie.....thanks.”
Katie blew him a kiss as she left, rushing back to her room and doing one of the quickest makeover jobs ever. She arrived slightly out of breath down in the lobby. Peter was already waiting, dressed in a smart suit and tie and holding a slim attaché case.
“Come on Katie, we need to move,” he said brusquely.
CHAPTER 10
Peter looked at his watch again and sighed. Even with the car and driver, he knew they were going to be late and he hated being late. Since Katie had left the room, he had made a couple of quick calls and tried to analyse how he felt. Empty, was the first feeling. Completely spent. He had certainly achieved that particular objective and the sex had been amazing. What was puzzling him at that moment was whether the sex had been amazing because of the convoluted build up or because of other reasons he didn't quite understand.
It was a fact of his life that he had really never had to pursue women into his bed. On most occasions, the chase had been relatively simple and straightforward, resulting in satisfactory and fulfilling conclusions. The thing with Katie had not been straight forward and his desire had reached bursting point. This, he reasoned, should result in him feeling differently about her now. He had been there and done it. Job done, got the T shirt and all that. The thing that was perplexing him as he waited in the lobby was that, even though she had been out of his sight only for a few minutes, he couldn't wait to see her again.
Despite his huge business maturity and material success in life, Peter Jarvis had never really tried with relationships. Of course he had enjoyed them, and some quite long ones, but they always seemed to be a temporary thing, at least until something else came along. Relationships had been a business deal, something to be signed, consummated and then compartmentalised until the next one. He had lived his life quite happily following this philosophy and was disturbed to find that the feeling for Katie had not been tempered by the act of consummation, in fact totally the opposite.
“You know what, Peter Jarvis, you need to get a grip,” he muttered to himself. “You now need to move on or this whole thing could get very messy and complicated.”
And, with those thoughts in mind, he turned now to face Katie as she emerged from the lift.
The drive along the coast was hampered by the usual heavy traffic that has become a permanent fixture on the road that runs along the Cote d'Azur. This did not help Peter's darkening mood as he beat his fingers against the car door. Katie had tried to open up conversation a couple of times but he had cut her short, making it fairly obvious that he did not want to talk. He could see the hurt in her eyes but he could not stop himself, torn as he was by his conflicting emotions.
They finally arrived at the Logistics France offices and walked from the car to the reception, where they were met by the managing director, Raymond Larrière. After greeting Peter warmly he turned to Katie.
“And you must be Katie McGovern. I have heard good things from my team who, incidentally, are all upstairs waiting in the conference room as is David from your company. Shall we?”
Peter and Katie followed him up the stairs and into a large meeting room. Peter then waited whilst Katie went forward and started shaking hands with the people seated there. Several times she stopped to make introductions and then she sat down in one of the spare seats. He sat down on the opposite side and spent the next hour watching Katie as she outlined the agenda and generally ran the meeting.
How different she was to the woman back home in London who, but a few days ago, was reduced to a nervous wreck just by his entry. One of the men seemed particularly taken with her and stared attentively, laughing and smiling at all her little quips. Peter felt his hands clench under the table and that made him feel even worse. He added a few comments but was relieved when Raymond put his head around the door and motioned Peter out of the room. He made his excuses, nodded at Katie and then David and left.
Raymond took him to a wonderful restaurant nearby and, as the couple ate, they discussed the wider ramifications of the deal and whether or not it could lead onto bigger things. Peter nodded absentmindedly to the extent that his colleague finally asked him whether or not something was wrong.
“How long have I known you Peter?” he asked. “It must be several years now but today you are not yourself. You have lost the, what's the word? Pizazz. What is up with you?”
“I'm sorry, truly I am. There are just some things going on that seem to be occupying me more than usual. It is unforgivable of me and I apologise.”
“Nothing to do with the business I hope. We don't want to be doing deals with companies in trouble. And we have waited so long to do business with you.”
“No, no, the business is great. At least that what my accountant tells me! No, it’s something personal.”
“Ah, an affair of the heart. You and women Peter. There are several ladies in my organisation who would love to comfort you I have heard…..perhaps it is the English charm, no?”
Peter laughed.
“It's nothing I can't handle. I just need to have a few days and I'll be fine.”
“Well, perhaps you should stay and enjoy the lovely French Riviera. Maybe even try and persuade that lovely colleague of yours to stay as well. She has certainly ruffled a few feathers here at Logistics France. I can tell you.”
Peter stared at Raymond - wondering if he suspected anything. He did not think it appropriate, however much of a man of the world he was perceived to be, to be carrying on with a junior colleague in the eyes of his peers in the industry.
“No, not my type really, anyway she's taken I believe.”
Raymond looked at him quizzically and smiled.
“Whatever. Now, shall we have a dessert? The tarte aux pommes is excellent here.”
After coffee, they wandered back to the office and spent the next two hours discussing industry issues and ways forward. By the end of the afternoon, Peter felt more like himself and, as he waited in reception for his car to come, his mind wandered forward to the evening. His address book was full of potential dinner dates here in the Cote d’Azur, or he could just get an early flight back to London and out of temptations way. He rang Nancy and asked her to check flights and, if there was one, to book him on it.
As he waited, he got a text message confirming a reservation in fifty minutes at Nice airport. He would have to move and left a message on the desk to tell Katie that he had been forced to leave early.
As he jumped into the car, Peter Jarvis looked back at the office building in which Katie was still working. He felt a pang of regret and guilt but soon shrugged it off. He had met her, had fun with her and they’d had great sex, but now it was time to move on. It was the correct decision.
He only just caught his plane, having had to push in to the front of the security queue and then run around the corner to passport control. There was no time to relax in the lounge on the second floor and the counter staff beckoned him straight onto the plane. Once on, he slumped back in his seat and ordered a gin and tonic which he gulped quickly. He stared out of the window and watched the bay of Cannes pass by underneath the plane and couldn't stop himself wishing that he was down there for another night.
It was undoubtedly these kinds of thoughts that made his mood very bad when he arrived home later that evening. He grabbed another drink and quickly thumbed down his contacts list, stopping to punch in the number of Elise, a particularly attractive model friend who he knew was in town and lived around the corner from him.
“Hi Elise, it’s Peter Jarvis. Yes. How are you? Great, great. Look do you fancy a quick bite to eat tonight? Yes now. Good. I'll pick you up in 30 minutes. Bye.”
However, despite almost a bottle of wine, the company of a glamorous woman and some good food, his mood had not lightened. Elise was sympathetic to a degree but finally snapped when she caught Peter staring into space.
“For god's sake, Peter, what is the matter? You ask me o
ut.....and I am very grateful to you for that, and then you behave like a sullen boy for the entire evening. It’s not fair and I'm not impressed to be honest. I was really excited to get your call because you know how much I like you….” Elise bit her lip and Peter could see her large hazel eyes fill with tears. Inwardly he sighed. God this had been a bad idea as well…..he seemed to be having a lot of them lately.
“Is it me?” Elise continued, “You want to tell me it’s over between us, don't you? Well just say it then, I'm a grown girl.”
“No, of course it's not you.” Peter replied, wondering why she thought there had been something “going on” when clearly they had only been out a couple of times. He sighed.
“I'm sorry, Elise. I shouldn't have rung you when clearly I'm not in the right frame of mind to even carry on a polite conversation, let alone anything approaching an intimate one. Perhaps we should go.”
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