by Adler
“Of course I am!” She grabs it and puts it slightly askew on top of my head. She skips just like a little girl to her side of the bed and grabs her bag. After she rummages for what seems like forever in her designer handbag, she produces a tube of MAC lipstick. “Here, this will be the finishing touch; a red lip always drives a man wild.”
I lay the jacket on the bed and then take the tube from her. “Thanks.”
I grab the tie and the jacket and then set them both on the settee in the corner and the lipstick on the bedside table. I set my alarm for 6:30 thinking that I had better give myself enough time to get ready. Then I crawl back into bed and turn the light off again. Simone crawls in next to me in her borrowed yoga pants and cami. “Night, Danners.”
I yawn. “Goodnight, Clarke.”
Chapter Twenty-One
The old-fashioned ringtone on my phone alarm wakes me out of a sound sleep. I pick up my phone and am irritated to see that I slept through the first fifteen minutes of it. Shoot, I really snoozed. I look over to see Simone still fast asleep. I decide to let her sleep for a little bit longer until I get out of the shower. It’s 6:45 AM as I head into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and set about getting my toiletries out of my overnight bag. I hop in the shower and as I allow the water to cascade over my body, I can’t help but to think about everything leading up to this very moment. It strikes me that I feel like I’m up getting ready for work, but instead I’m getting ready for some sexy play with Harrison. Everything about my life lately has been completely unconventional. I think more about that in just over an hour I will be in Harrison’s arms.
I think about the curve of his lips and the things he does to me with that tongue. I visualize his body and how it’s so sensual and the way it is built. It’s like every muscle and curve of his body was made just for me to follow with my own tongue and fingertips. I start feeling a swelling in my loins and I allow my hand to find my clit and start to rub in circular motions. I cup my left breast with my left hand and lightly pinch my nipple while the warm water runs down my body. It doesn’t take me long and I feel that hot tingling in my loins and I cum under my own touch.
I quickly finish rinsing my hair, get out of the shower and dry myself off. I stand in front of the mirror and carefully apply my makeup and then blow my hair dry. I pull my white lace and mesh panties and bra set out of my overnighter and put them on. I rub vanilla amber scented lotion all over my body. When I check my phone, I see that I have a new text from Harrison. Oh, he’s on his way. He’s going to be a little earlier than I expected!
I hurry into the bedroom and start on the task of waking up Simone. She is a really heavy sleeper. Always has been. I can remember slumber parties when we were kids and she would literally sleep through all of the ruckus in the wee morning hours.
“Clarke, Clarke!”
I re-make the bed as soon as Clarke gets out. She throws her own clothes back on and rubs some toothpaste on her teeth with her finger in the bathroom. She then grabs the suit jacket and helps me put it on, followed by the red silk tie. She then applies the red lipstick to my lips and instructs me to blot.
“I have to say, this is the first time I’ve styled someone for sex! Have fun!” She winks at me.
“Okay, you’re embarrassing the hell out of me! Listen, thanks for staying last night. It felt good to catch up with you and have some laughs.”
“That’s why I’m your one and only best girl!”
We hug and then she disappears into the elevator.
I hurry to the kitchen to grab a bottle of chilled champagne out of the refrigerator. I take out two champagne flutes and put them on the counter. I look in a couple cupboards for a tray but don’t find one, so I improvise and take out a gold charger and place the wine glasses on that instead. I fill each glass halfway with orange juice and then I pop the champagne. I have to wait for it to breathe long enough that I can pour it without it bubbling over. I grab my makeshift tray, tuck the bottle under my arm and head to the bedroom. I place the items on the coffee table by the settee. I look at the clock on the wall. Any minute he should be here. As I sit on the settee and cross my legs, I realize that I forgot the hat. I make it halfway across the room when I hear the distinct ding of the elevator. My heart starts to race. He’s here.
Grabbing the hat, I put it on and take my place back on the settee. I can hear his footsteps approaching and my heart pounds out of my chest and as always, I’m holding my breath.
Harrison enters the room and surveys the scene and when his searching eyes lock on mine, shivers move up my spine followed by waves of hot churning heat through my loins. Damn, he is beautiful.
He drops his bag on the ground and walks towards me, without ever losing eye contact. Before I realize what is happening, he rips the hat off my head tosses it to the floor and then literally lifts me out of my seat and holds me there suspended in the air in his arms. He buries his face in my hair and nuzzles my neck. I breathe him in.
He smells heady, like a spice market in India. The feeling of his arms wrapped around me lull me into feeling safe and desired. He lowers me back onto my seat and as he does so, he fingers the silk tie and has a look of amusement on his face.
“What is this all about?”
“We had to improvise.”
His eyebrow raises “We?”
“Well, I had Clarke,” I correct myself, “Simone, sleep here with me last night.” I bite my lip, “I hope that’s okay? I mean I know you were okay with her visiting. Anyway, she’s my best friend.”
“Sure, as long you’re not staying with your ex-husband I am good with that.”
“Honestly, Harrison!” He puts a finger to my lips to hush me.
“We can talk about it later.”
He gives me his megawatt smile and in one quick movement, he removes my jacket and lays it on the chair next to us. He looks down at me with lust in his eyes, and I return his smoldering gaze with the same intensity. I want Harrison to take me now. He’s right, we can talk later, much later.
He lays me out on the settee and spreads my legs open wider, with one leg draped over the back and one foot on the floor. He removes his own jacket and shirt to reveal his body that is so beautiful it makes me gasp.
I reach up to feel his taught muscles under my hands and he intercepts me and starts sucking and teasing the ends of my fingers with his tongue. I feel my eager body preparing itself for his assault. My pink buds are standing at attention and the ache in my loins increases my desire. He releases my fingers to do their bidding to his body, while he moves into the free space between my legs. His fingers find my wet “P” waiting for him, and I hear a deep moan rise up out of his chest.
“You are always so wet for me.”
He moves his attention back up to my breasts that are still waiting for his touch. He leans down and pulls my bra to the side and takes out a pink swollen nipple then puts it into his mouth and gently tugs on it with his teeth while he uses his left hand to kneed and caress the other under the bra cup. He releases the nipple from his teeth and then sucks it and licks it and nibbles at it again. This sends shock waves straight to my central sexual core and my loins are simply on fire. The more he sucks my breasts and flicks that relentless tongue on my sensitive nipples, the more wet I become. I can feel a longing in my loins for his cock to be fully buried in me. My “P” is dripping wet with anticipation.
I claw at his back as he continues his full force attack of my body. I look down at him and while his mouth is full with my breast, he is looking up at me with his dark clouded eyes full of desire. My heart skips a beat and I want nothing more than to please him in every way. Holy shit does he ever want me! I can see it all over his face and in his hard cock rubbing against me. I reach down to free him of his pants and he stops his assault on my breasts and stands up. I sit up and unzip his pants and top button to free his manhood from its confines. I feel another wave of heat radiating from my loins as I reach into Harrison's boxer briefs and release his t
hrobbing member. He moans and in one smooth motion, he has me off my feet and in his arms as he carries me to the enormous bed.
He lays me on the edge of the bed removes my panties and bra, and he then climbs on top of me in the 69 position. I can now feel my “P” pulsating with anticipation of his tongue and lips on me. I can hardly contain my desire. I hear a snap followed by his hand rubbing something wet and warm on my“P”. Oh, yes! He has that heating liquid. He rubs some on his cock. He moves me a little onto my side and then he takes his hands and spreads my legs so he can have better access and then he begins his invasion of my loins.
He spreads my lips with his fingers and traces the swollen folds with his tongue. His seeking mouth finds my clit and he takes it in his teeth and begins to nibble at it like he did with my nipples. I can hardly contain my desire as I feel another flood of wet release. He notices it too and groans and mumbles something about me being so wet. He darts his tongue in and out of my “P” while he uses his fingers to tantalize my clit. It dons on me that I’m not pleasuring him back, so I grab his cock with my right hand and start from the base and move it up and down. It is slick from the tasty liquid he put on it. I run my tongue up and down the length and swirl it around the swollen tip. He moans. I use my hand to create friction at the base by gently squeezing while my tongue tortures his tip. A little, of his sex juice escapes and I know his desire is building.
The more I rub and tease, the more he nibbles my clit and rams his two fingers into my overzealous “P”. I feel another wave of heat and he moans as I get even wetter. He removes his fingers from my “P”, gives my clit a kiss and then slowly kisses his way up my body. He reaches my mouth and gives my mouth a tongue bath. I taste my sex on his breath mixed with the mandarin from the love lotion. He reaches down to my crotch, takes his fingers once again to my love spot and collects some of my wetness in a wiping motion to rub it on his cock. He says nothing but locks eyes with blatant desire.
“Remember, I always expect you to look at me when you cum.”
Gah, I think I could cum right now. Did he really just wipe my wetness on his cock? That is so embarrassing, yet hot as hell. I can feel all of my muscles tightening and throbbing, I need his cock in me right now!
I reach down to stroke his cock and part my legs as far as I can so that he gets the message!
He gets the message. Without waiting, he jams his cock’s full length inside of me with a loud grunt. I scream out in surprise and then he puts one hand on each of my legs to brace himself as he goes straight to pounding me with his hard length. He moves in-and-out in a rapid but smooth motion. I raise my hips up to meet each and every one of his thrusts. The pressure builds in my loins. I look up into his eyes and what I see are storm clouds ready to burst. I feel wetness at the corner of my eyes and realize that I’m weeping. The slamming continues and I can hardly breathe. The pain in my loins is not from physical harm but from sheer intense pleasure. This is what I can describe as pure ecstasy. I reach down with my hand and feel his cock gliding in and out of my “P”, and that is the undoing for both of us. Harrison’s eyes fly wide open and he screams out some expletive, though I don’t know what. Simultaneously, I feel a rapid fire of explosions in my loins. As he is cumming, he continues to move in and out of me and then he hits my magic hot spot again.
I feel my body shattering under his and I cum again and again with an intensity that I can’t control nor do I want to. I feel his cock thrashing around inside me as he blows his load. With another loud guttural growl, Harrison collapses on me. His cock is still inside me and I can feel the warmth from his load trickling out of me. The extraordinary connection I feel at this moment sends another aftershock through me. Harrison raises his head and looks at me. “Still?”
I shrug my shoulders and he tilts his head to kiss me in a sweet and tender melding of lips. He then rolls off me, taking his pleasure piece with him. For a brief second I feel very empty. Removing his body from mine leaves me cold and void. I snap myself out of it right away and relish in the proverbial afterglow.
He scoots out of bed, walks over to the coffee table and picks up the champagne flutes. He hands me one and then takes his and clinks his glass on mine. Before he gets a chance to speak, I purr, “Welcome home, Harrison.”
“A man could get used to this kind of homecoming.” He gives me another of his smoking hot looks. I don’t think I will ever tire of looking at him or of the way he looks at me.
I feel my loins stirring again and I think, down girl! Geeze, give it a rest for five minutes.
I sit up and crawl into the covers, then drink the rest of the mimosa. He is lounging naked on top of the covers and I allow myself to indulge in committing to memory every curve of his well-defined body. I can’t imagine how he keeps so fit with the schedule he keeps. I smile to myself as I think I know one way.
“What are you thinking about, you little vixen?”
Feeling myself turn several shades of crimson again, I mask what I’m really thinking about. “Oh, I’m just thinking about how this is such a great way to start my day.” I smile and raise my glass.
He looks at his fancy watch and then moves to get out of bed. “I have meetings all day.”
I stick out my bottom lip. He plucks it with his finger then grabs my hand, “Join me in the shower, you have been dirty and you need to be cleaned.”
“Well I believe the same can be said of you.” He leads me into the bathroom.
I follow him into the glass-enclosed shower and he turns on the multiple heads. He turns me around and sets to lather me up with the sweet and erotic smelling vanilla body wash, paying special attention to particular body parts. I then do the same to him. I start at his chest and work my way slowly down to his mid-section, caressing his stomach and then I work my way down to his cock, which is now erect again.
He moans and then as I think he is leaning around me to grab the shampoo, he presses his body to mine and pushes me up against the glass side of the shower with my breasts smashing against the glass. His hand fondles my “P” from behind. I feel my body responding to him and I attempt to turn around to face him, but he keeps me wedged against the glass while he sucks at my neck below my ear. He continues with his fingers probing my “P”. He takes both of his hands and lifts me up and moves closer to the glass wall.
As he expertly lowers me down onto his cock, I reach down with my hand to help guide him in. Once I am impaled on his cock, I put both of my hands on the glass to steady myself as he continues to hold me up against the glass and ram himself into me. We move as one body under the hot cascading water. I feel his body start to tense up and I reach down again to feel his cock sliding in and out of my “P”. It is so erotic feeling his cock in my “P” with my fingers. The steady in and out builds the tightening sensation in my loins. Harrison leans into me for one last thrust, and then both of our bodies cum in unison. He lowers me down off his cock and turns me around and grabs my face and shoves for a passion-filled exploration of my mouth. It’s too much for me to take. I feel like I’m going to collapse from the sheer passion. After he’s done with my mouth he returns to the task of washing.
He steps out of the shower, hands me a towel and then grabs one for himself. After he dries off, he disappears from the bathroom. I proceed to put on my makeup. I’m hastily drying my hair when he returns fully dressed in a pair of modern fit charcoal grey slacks, a white dress shirt tucked in with a sleek black belt and the red tie I was wearing earlier this morning loosely around his neck. He smiles at me and then yanks at the towel that’s wrapped around me. I scold him as the towel falls to my feet exposing my naked body. He just stands there eyeing me and then swats me on my behind. “Nice ass, Danielle.” Then he turns to finish his toiletries.
In the bedroom, I put on a simple pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white fitted v-neck shirt and a black cropped fitted blazer. I top it off with a silver multi strand necklace and a silver wide cuff. I slip on my black Tori flats and admire myself in the
mirror.
Harrison re-emerges, putting on his cuff links as he strides over to me. I like what I see. His hair is perfectly messy and he smells like that spice market again. Oh, be still my loins!
“As I mentioned, I have a meeting that will take me most of the day. I need to call the detective to get a full update on things. I think they apprehended the guy yesterday. I need you to give my assistant all of the contractors you used. The detective needs that information so they can track down who installed those cameras.”
“Okay, I can do that when I get to my office.” I guess fun time is over and it’s back to reality.
“I will have Jeff drive you to your office and make sure everything is okay. My meeting is actually here at the towers so I will remain here.”
He grabs his matching suit jacket and drapes it over his arm and while doing so he glances at his watch. “Shall we? I have just enough time to grab a quick bite. You worked up my appetite.”
“You sir, worked up mine,” I say, attempting to keep a straight face.
I set my overnight bag down by the water wall on our way to the kitchen. I hear a noise coming from that direction and get instantly freaked out. “Harrison!” I hiss, “Did you hear that? I think someone’s in the kitchen.”
“Of course there is, Philippe and his son are here.”
“What? You mean while we were in there making a ruckus they were out here? That’s mortifying Harrison!”
“Relax, Philippe is very discreet. Besides, I doubt you can hear anything in the kitchen anyway. About 2800 square feet are between the kitchen and my master suite.”
I can feel that my face is on fire again. Geeze, I’m not used to having extra people around when I’m having sex. Well, I’m not used to having so much sex period.