by Adler
This always seems to be the demise of us both, as I feel my muscles seize up and then the floodgates open and I cum all over Harrison. I’m aware of my waves of passion wrapping around his cock and encouraging his load to spill up into my body. He screams out as we meld into one body, cumming in unison. He remains like that for a few seconds. With a sigh, he removes himself from me and gently pulls me up to turn me around. I look up into his limpid pools again and lose myself. He leans down, kisses me passionately and then wraps me in an embrace. I feel so safe, cocooned in his arms feeling his skin on my skin, naked and vulnerable. With his arms still around me, he begins kissing my neck below my ear. The magic place instantly sends smoke signals to my loins bringing another wave of moistness. While he continues to suckle at my neck, I run my hands down his back to settle on his firm ass. I allow myself to feel the tautness, how soft his skin is under my probing fingertips. I can feel his growing excitement again rubbing against me.
Another wave of tightness forms in my loins. I’ve never in my life wanted a man so badly and so frequently. I never knew sex could be this fulfilling and I marvel at Harrison’s stamina. I always assumed men over 40 were the ones buying the male enhancements. Not Harrison, he just keeps going, much to my delight. He releases me of the embrace and lays me down on the sofa. He spreads my legs open and kneels between my legs. He pulls my legs up in the air and uses the heels of my stilettos as handles. He swiftly re-inserts his length into me and starts pumping me with his full erection. I feel a wave of wetness oozing out of me as he moans something about my sweet wetness trickling down his balls as they slap against my pelvis. He continues to have my legs in the air as he uses them for a form of steadying himself.
He slows himself to a hypnotic rhythm while staring into my eyes. He licks his lips and looks at me with a hunger that I can feel in my soul. I’m hungry too, and Harrison is the only one who can feed that desire. I feel a wetness forming at the corners of my eyes again. The emotions I’ve been keeping buried deep inside are bubbling up. I can feel this pressure building in my soul and I can’t control it. I meet each of his thrusts while holding my breath, hoping that my soul doesn’t bare itself. It’s too soon; I can’t expose my raw feelings, not yet. He isn’t ready, nor am I. He keeps pumping me and my body takes every single thrust, waiting for the next with tortured anticipation of the promised release.
His gaze darkens and he lets go of one of my shoes and shoves his finger into his mouth. Then, he reaches down to my “P” and shimmies his finger in to share the space with his gliding cock. I groan; being filled with his cock is enough, but his finger in there with it adds just that much more friction to where I’m about to unravel. He removes his finger and then shoves it into my mouth and growls, “Suck it.” I taste my juices on his finger and it’s so erotic that I can hardly breathe. He removes his finger and then shoves it in his own mouth. Then he repeats the whole process while still pumping me with his engorged cock.
He suddenly stops his methodical pace and removes himself from me. He moves his body down to where he is now kneeling on the floor and has his head between my legs. He goes in tongue first and proceeds to lap at the folds of my clit and lips. He sucks at the entrance of my “P” and slowly moves his tongue in and out. His hot breath and wet tongue on my hole is almost more than I can handle. He moves up to nibble on my clit. I arch my back and push my pelvis toward him in response. He moans and then moves quickly to shove his pulsating cock back into my desperate “P”. I’m ready for our release. My body aches for its release. He pounds his cock into me with such force that it moves me backward to where my head hits the arm of the sofa. I hear a pleasure soaked scream escape my own lips as the last pummel hits my magic spot. Explosions of pleasure course their way through my entire body. I can actually feel my muscles convulsing and wrapping tightly around his magnificent cock. His own pleasure matches to mine, releasing what feels like a large amount of cum into me. He finally collapses on top of me. Our sweaty bodies stick to each other and fuse into one. We lay like this until our breathing returns to normal. He raises his head off my chest, kisses one of my nipples and then reaches up to wipe away the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Did I hurt you?”
Oh geeze. I’m crying, how embarrassing. “Not at all.”
He moves up to kiss me softly and then, clearly puzzled, says “Why the tears then?”
I shut my eyes and in that moment, I know why. I’ve fallen in love with Harrison Towers.
After a few moments of silence, Harrison moves off me and stands by the sofa, reaching his hand out to help me up.
I’m horrified and stunned by my revelation. I wasn’t prepared for these feelings to come to surface, nor do I want them revealed to Harrison. I must keep my admission of love for him veiled.
“Are you certain you are okay?” His face shows his concern.
I give him a nod and am now immensely embarrassed for letting my emotions become so raw. “I’m fine, really, that was just so intense that all of my senses must have wanted to get in on the act.” I try to make it sound light and airy, so I add a fake laugh.
To distract him, I reach up and give him a soft kiss on the lips. He smirks and then grabs me into a passionate embrace and kisses me with an intensity that matches how my insides feel. Oh, how he ignites wanton feelings in me. I’m ready to go for round three as my body begins to prepare itself for more sexy play. He leads me to the bathroom and says over his shoulder, “First I am going to ravage your body again, and then we’ll get ready, I am taking you out on the town.” My loins begin their dance of throbbing and aching for his body to fill mine. He leads me into the shower and as promised, we get dirty in there before we work on getting clean.
Harrison jumps out of the shower first and towels himself off before wrapping it around his waist. I love that look on him. I could never tire of watching him move about with only a towel covering his pleasure seeking cock. Oh, I have to stop thinking like this. It isn’t ladylike and ever since I started up with Harrison, I’ve been anything but a lady. He leaves the bathroom and I finish rinsing my hair. After I dry off, I put on the white robe hanging on the valet in the corner and put my hair in the towel like a turban. I stand there for a moment looking in the mirror. It occurs to me that I don’t have any clothes or makeup here; I only have the hairbrush that I keep in my purse. Maybe we can stop by my condo on our way out. Just as I contemplate the logistics of getting ready, in walks Harrison with my overnight bag. How does he do that? He’s like a magician.
“Um, thank you? How did you pull that off?”
“Easy, I had Philippe go to your place and collect your things like he did before. I thought you would need some things to get ready.”
Shaking my head at him, “You’re correct, I do need things to get ready but how and when did you have the ability to send Philippe there in back in such a short time?”
“Danielle, just remember this, I am always going to be several steps ahead of you.” With that, he turns and leaves the room. He hollers from the main room, “We need to leave in 20 minutes, so you might want to get ready instead of standing there with your mouth gaping open.”
How did he know?
Despite that, I’m still reeling from his comment about his being steps ahead of me, but I manage to be ready twenty minutes later when he returns to the bathroom to collect me. I look at him and about melt into a puddle right here on the travertine floor. He’s wearing one of his retro fitted pants and jackets in that slate blue with a black trim that I love on him, along with a black fitted t-shirt underneath. He’s casual, elegant, and sexy as hell. A dangerous combination. I’m wearing a black strapless short dress with a skinny patent belt at the waist and a pair of patent peep toe sling backs. I have made some soft waves in my hair with the brush and the blow dryer. He looks me up and down and walks over to where I am standing in front of the vanity.
“I don’t know if I can let you leave looking like that, Danielle. You are taking my breath away.” I turn t
o him and flash him what I hope to be a coy smile. He puts his hand behind my head, laces his fingers in my hair and pulls my lips to his. “Mmmh, you taste like candy.” He reaches under the skirt of my dress and places his hand on my now sopping wet crotch. He smiles and removes his hand. “Just checking. Shall we?” He loops his arm through mine. I grab my oversized handbag. “You won’t need that.” I leave it on the bedroom floor on our way out. I’m not used to leaving my phone and things behind. A purse is a woman’s security blanket.
We head down to the main lobby and then to the elevator that gets us to the parking lot. I guess no driver again. We must be taking the sex mobile. Once in the garage, he opens my door and helps me in my seat then walks around and gets in the driver side. I steal a quick glance at him as he peels out of the garage. My breath catches in my throat when I think about how much I need this amazing man. He brings me back out of my thoughts by turning on the music. He turns up the volume to reveal some song I recognize by Maroon Five, something about a pay phone. I’m not paying that much attention, as I’m distracted by the fact that he has grabbed my hand and is holding it at the light. Traffic starts moving again and his hand moves back on the stick shift. It’s silly of me to put so much into something as simple as his holding my hand, but it’s a tender gesture that I hope it means there is more to us than just the obvious sexual attraction.
It’s only about a ten minute drive to our destination. We pull up in front of what looks to be a hip restaurant lounge type of establishment downtown. The valet opens my door and then Harrison's. I wait for him on the curb while I see him hand the valet a black plastic looking card and then speak quietly to him. The valet disappears inside the sex mobile and then slowly pulls away. I’m guessing Harrison told him to take very good care of his car. That thing is worth more than that valet will most likely make in fifteen years.
We go into the restaurant and are seated immediately in a somewhat private dining area that is flanked by flowing floor to ceiling plum colored draperies. The mood is very down tempo. I notice as we walk through the restaurant to our seats that people stop to stare at us. We even have a lady snap a few pictures with her phone. I’m not accustomed to the attention that Harrison gets; it would take an awful lot of getting used to. He orders us a nice bottle of his own Griggio. “Would you like me to order for us, or would you rather choose for yourself?”
“Hmm.” I smack my lips after tasting my delicious glass of wine. ”Please, surprise me.” He lifts his eyebrows and takes another sip of his wine. When the waiter returns, Harrison orders a starter of Maine Lobster Risotto and Butter Lettuce with Radish Salad. Then for the main course, Cedar Plank Wild Salmon served with Fingerling potatoes and Haricot Verts. I didn’t know until tonight that Haricot Verts are a fancy type of green bean. I also didn’t realize how incredibly hungry I am. I’m not used to drinking on an empty stomach, then having my world rocked three times by this amazing sex maniac. To top it off, we’re eating at a time that most would consider a reasonable bedtime. My world has been turned inside out in such a short time. But who am I to complain? The alternative seems rather bleak.
Our conversation has been light and superficial, but I really want to get to the bottom of a few things. He always seems to be able to divert me. I decide to slip in a few probes to see what I can unearth. The waiter brings our first dish and we dig in.
“Harrison?”
“Danielle.”
I giggle and he feeds me a spoon of the risotto. I swallow the bite and then continue.
“Why haven’t you ever married? A catch like you isn’t usually single.”
He takes a bite of risotto and studies my face. Is he thinking of a clever response? Or maybe he’s coming up with a way to avoid answering. To my surprise, it’s neither.
He gives me a dark scowl, “Danielle, remember I have been engaged. Since her, I have not met anyone else who has inspired me to pursue anything other than physical relationships. It is less messy that way.”
My heart sinks to the bottom of the ocean to lie next to the remains of the Titanic.
So, that must mean that I’m just another one of his physical pursuits, because he’s given me no reason to think this is anything otherwise. Gulp. Maybe it would have been better to stick to the small talk about the Indian summer.
He offers me another spoon of the risotto, but I shake my head no. I’ve lost the mood. He turns the spoon to his own mouth and continues to eat; he is totally unaware that he’s just shattered my world. I’m relieved in an instant that I didn’t allow my rapture earlier this evening to get the better of me and cause me to proclaim my love for him. Now that is a reason to raise my glass.
I take a large swig of my wine. He raises and eyebrow as I do so and picks up the bottle to refill my glass. I accept gladly.
He smirks at me, “What is going on in that sexy head of yours? You have become awfully quiet, which is unusual for you. Come on, is that all you have?”
I do believe he is mocking me, the nerve of him. He’s using me for sex and he sits there and toys with me knowing full well why I would be asking that question. Of course, he can have any woman he wants to; maybe I shouldn’t think so much into it.
He now looks at me seriously. “Danielle, you have to understand that I had a very difficult time getting over Adelaide. I swore that I would never allow myself to be vulnerable like that again. You will have to either accept what I am offering, or you must realize what the alternative is.”
I quickly swallow my wine. I should have stuck with my original plan, which meant I would have never let him so close.
“Just what exactly are you offering, Harrison?” I can barely breathe now in anticipation of his answer.
“I am offering you my companionship, my body, and someday… Maybe even my heart. For now, I can only commit to the first two.”
Shit! I don’t know how I feel about that. Maybe. That word has never seemed to desolate until I hear Harrison use it now. I hate maybe.
“Is that something you can live with for now, Danielle?”
What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Of course, it’s going to have to be something I live with for now because I apparently only have one other choice and that would be to say goodbye. I can’t do that. Not now. I need him too much even if it’s with restraint on his emotions. Since I have free reign elsewhere, I will just figure out a way to break down his barrier. I’ve already stepped over the line I had drawn in the sand when I divorced Bradley. I have nobody to blame but myself.
I give him the most seductive smile I can muster, one that I’m sure Simone is the master of. “I think I can live with that for now. “But I am a bit puzzled, Harrison. If all you want is a physical relationship, why should you care if I occasionally see Brad? It’s not like I am sleeping with him or anything of the sort. It is all very harmless and he is my past.”
He takes an exaggerated sip of his wine with his eyes fixed on something straight ahead. He doesn’t answer me for what seems to be a millennium. Gah! Shit, now what have I done?!
Finally, he turns his gaze and locks eyes with mine, “I already told you, I don’t like to share and I don’t trust him. Don’t push this issue anymore, Danielle. Nothing is ever harmless when you spend time dealing with your past.”
He lifts his glass in a cheers stance and then takes a sip. The rest of our food arrives and my appetite has returned. My stomach is now churning.
“So I hate to turn this into a business meal, but I do have a bit that I would like to discuss with you.”
“Oh?” So I guess we are done talking about that. Wow, talk about changing the subject. I can’t keep up.
“As you are aware, we are about to close the deal on the sale of the building that currently houses Towers Holdings. We are scheduled to close in two weeks and will be moving a week after that.” He takes another bite of salmon. “I want you to be in charge of decorating the new space.”
Oh geeze, another short time frame. Is he really so unawar
e of time restrictions?
“Harrison, I would love to, but are you aware that this is a really tight time frame if I’m to start from scratch?”
“Actually, you won’t be starting from scratch. I want you to come to our current offices this week to see what we already have in terms of furnishings and decorations. I would like to save on expenses and re-use most of what we have already.”
“Okay, then what exactly do you need me to head up if you already have it covered?”
“I want you to put your touches on the decorating. You decide where to hang the artwork, the layout of the reception area and more importantly, how my office is going to be set. I know you are up for it.”
I scoff, “I am huh?”
The waiter comes over to remove our plates and asks us if we want desert. Much to my chagrin, he looks at me and then tells the waiter we already have desert covered. I blush another several shades of crimson.
“So, what do you say?”
As if, I have a choice to say no?
“I would love to, Harrison, as long as I’m getting to re-purpose everything. I’m sure we can pull it off in the short time allotted.”
“Excellent. Now let me pay this bill and let’s get back for, location number twelve is it?”