by Adler
“If I forget to tell you tonight, Danielle, you look beautiful.”
Harrison bends down and kisses my forehead sweetly, then his gaze moves back to mine. The look on his face is confident, with a hint of the sexual animal that I know him to be.
His mouth moves to my lips, and he kisses me softly, from my checks to my ear lobes. This sensation makes me want to rip off his clothes with every suck and tease. His hands move up my emerald green fitted knit dress, as his tongue moves down to my neck. He pulls down the sides of my dress, sliding it over my hips, exposing the green matching lingerie. His eyes widen, and I can tell that his desire is increasing.
“You, Miss Austen...are a sight.”
I hear the swishing of ice in a bucket. That instantly brings back memories of Hood River. Oh, the ice! Yes, please!
Harrison takes a piece of ice and trails it over my lips, gently dragging it down my neck and over my collarbone. This sends chills all over my ready and wanting body. He runs the ice along the emerald lace of my bra, making my nipples hard and erect through the wet material. My body begins tensing and my breathing becomes heavy. This is hot. He trails the cube down my belly and follows it with his tongue. The cold and warm sensation drives me insane. The ice reaches my lace panties. Harrison drags it slowly over the lace and starts to move it in slow torturous circles. His tongue follows the circles over the lace. Dear God, help me!
His tongue begins darting through my panties, as he tries to drive it through the lace, into me. This is driving me fucking insane. My head arches back and my body tenses up to his mouth.
“I want all of you. The thought of your skin touching mine like this, has driven me insane, Danielle. I crave you. I need you.”
He slips a finger on each side of my panties and pulls them down, ever so gently. His tongue plunges inside me, parting my soaked lips. Possessively taking over my “P”, he pushes his whole face inside me. He works me over until I am at the brink of an orgasm. He always knows exactly what he is doing. My sexual master is in control. He quickly pulls his tongue away and drags it all the way up my chest to my mouth. Climbing on top of me while kissing me passionately, he prepares me for what is to come. Oh, that wicked mouth of his! His cock is hard, as I can feel it through those sexy corduroys that ride off his hips. I reach down and unzip his pants. He slides right out. His cock is throbbing against me as he immerses it in my dripping wet “P”.
He throws his head back with pleasure.
“Shit, Danielle. You feel so fucking good.” He groans louder, as he pulls out of me and then slams right back into me.
I grab the blanket above my head with one hand, and bite on my finger to silence the screams of pleasure. He pulls out a little more and starts to just insert the tip of his needy cock, and swirls his hips. He slams into me, then pulls back, repeating the slow teasing of his hard cock.
“Oh, Harrison,” I moan as I pull his body closer into mine.
The smile on his face says it all. He is waiting for me.
He leans back to my ear and whispers, “Your body is made for my cock, Danielle.”
Oh shit, I am going to cum. My “P” is filling up and pulsating out of control. I can’t stop the contractions. I don’t want to. I want to cum now!
“You ready for it baby,” he growls loudly.
Oh, yes. I know exactly where this is going.
He takes both of my legs and throws them on his shoulders, as he leans as far into me as he can. The tightness of my legs and the position of his cock inside me are going to set me off. His body is slamming into me and this position hits my magic spot in all the right ways.
I can feel the warmth of his cock moving inside me. He is getting ready for his release, and it makes my “P” clench onto every bit of his length. He moves faster and harder, as he holds both of my ankles to one shoulder. Our bodies convulse together, as we both release long moans, having lost all control. My “P” tightens up around his cock, and the waves of pleasure release all throughout my body, sending me into a complete shock wave of pure pleasure. Another full body orgasm. Both of us shake and tremble. We lay motionless, still connected. His cock inside me, I can feel every vein throbbing as my “P” clenches with every pulse.
Harrison kisses me on the forehead, then traces his index finger over my lips and down my chest.
“You are made for me. You know that. Every inch of you. I will never tire of the fire you ignite in me. ”
In the afterglow of amazing sex, in the arms of my love, those words have just made my heart sprout wings and I am flying high right now.
Chapter 30
After a few minutes, Harrison turns to me, “Well, aren’t you famished?” He stands up and puts his hand down to help me to my feet. He hands me his button up shirt and I slip it on with nothing else, while he puts on his pants. It’s a bit chilly, so I grab a blanket from the bed and wrap it around me. Harrison leads me by the hand down the stairs into the grand dining room. I look around the dimly lit room and notice right away the antique chandelier hanging over the monstrous hardwood dining table. The table appears to be made of mahogany with some kind of wood inlay. It seats eighteen, and the chairs are all here. I cannot imagine an occasion where I would want to cook for eighteen people. I suppose, if you lived in a house this size, you would not be doing the cooking yourself when serving eighteen.
Harrison pulls out a chair at the end of the table for me. I am seated and wait his next move. Now that I think about it, I am ravenous! He disappears through the butler’s pantry and returns with his tank bag from his motorcycle. He sets the bag down on the floor near the table. He begins by pulling out a white tablecloth, which he spreads out on the table before me in a rather askew arrangement. As he pulls more items out, he begins handing them to me, and I place them on the table. The last things he removes are paper plates and plastic cutlery. I giggle as he says, “nothing but the finest.”
Once again, Philippe has outdone himself with chilled jumbo shrimp and a cocktail sauce, a cruet plate of celery sticks, carrots, pickles, and a radish tartine. To top it off, we have a couple bottles of bubbly and little pots d crème for dessert. These little meals on the go have been so much fun, and the food is very different than my usual fare. I think I am getting used to eating like this.
“Tell me more about your friend Simone, um Clarke. What is her story?” He crunches on a celery stick.
I’m a little taken aback, “Clarke? What do you want to know exactly?”
“I don’t know, you are such great friends. If I want to you about you, I should know more about the people in your life, I guess.”
“Oh. Well, we have pretty much been lifelong friends. I can’t think of a time that we haven’t been best pals. We even went to the same college. I went for interior design and she, of course, fashion. She is from a huge, traditional Italian family and…”
He chokes on a sip of water. I reach to pat him on the back. “Sorry, when you say traditional, Simone does not come to mind. It’s a strange last name for an Italian family, it sounds more Irish.”
“Well, I never said she is traditional, just her family. Yes, I do believe there is some Irish in there somewhere, not real sure where though. That may explain her reddish hair.” I giggle when I think of Clarke and that wild mane of hair. “Anyway, her mom is just beside herself. She had wanted Clarke to be married and taking care of ten kids by now! Of course, she is completely anti-conformity to a degree. So, you can imagine how the thought of settling down and having kids does not work into her delusions of grandeur.”
He nods. “I see. I spoke to Blaine Ford the other day, and it seems they hit it off in more than one way.” He wiggles his brows at me.
I swat at him. “Oh stop! Actually, she is quite taken in and obsessed by all the glitz and glamour that someone like Blaine Ford offers. Though, believe it or not, she really likes Garrin.”
He stops in mid-bite and tilts his head. “Garrin? Garrin Leone?” I nod, “Hmm. I would never have guessed th
at one, but he is an attractive guy, I suppose.”
He appears to be mulling over this little morsel, “You know, now that you mention it, Garrin may return her interest. He keeps asking me if Albert is really the man for the job and has offered several times to go back to watching over you two ladies. He said that if I wanted to put him back there at the house, he wouldn’t mind. I bet he is just trying to return to Simone! Well. the little devil!”
I laugh, “Yeah, I could feel their attraction to one another so thick, I could cut it with a knife. I almost felt as if I was intruding. Which since I am crashing at her place, I suppose that I really am intruding.”
“Well, I would rather have Albert watching over you than Garrin. It’s not really his training, and his education is in International Business. He has just slipped into the role of my right hand man in Montreal. Here, he ends up doing a little of everything, but back home he is in charge of our International Distribution. I know this back and forth thing is starting to wear on him. That, and whatever it is that Marion has over him has the poor man up at night. Philippe has told me so.”
I start feeling a pit in my stomach with the direction our conversation has rapidly taken. Harrison must have sensed that because he takes the conversation on another course.
He is sitting with his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand. His finger is resting on his lip. This is one of his habits that drives me wild. It seems to call my attention to the suppleness of his lips. I realize that I am staring at his lips, as I practically lick out the container of the pots de crème.
While studying me, he looks immensely amused. The way I’ve inhaled my dessert seems to have entertained him. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?” He smirks as he says this.
“Wow, that is certainly a dramatic change of conversation! What I want?” I am completely taken aback.
“I just want get it all out on the table, no better time than the present. We have all night to talk and do other things. The night is young. We have another bottle of bubbly, and I happen to know there is more lurking about, just in case.” I notice that his eyes are positively twinkling in this lighting. He is truly a sight to behold.
I look him square in the eye and search past the distraction of the twinkling. I can see that something is stirring behind those baby blues, but I cannot put my finger on just what that is. It’s like he knows something, but he isn’t saying it. Oh hell, who am I kidding? This man is riddled with the untold and under divulged. He is certainly the type to give out information only on a need-to-know basis. Most of the time, he seems to figure that I don’t need to know.
“Just what do you want to know? What are you probing for here?” I ask.
“It’s simple, what do you plan to do with the rest of your life? Do you plan to have kids someday? Is marriage something you would consider again? Would you rather settle down in Portland, or are you up for an adventure in life?”
Ok, now I feel like I have been hit by a ton of bricks. There is a whole lot to answer there. Plus, what is with the barrage of questions?
“For starters, Oregon is my home, but I would love an adventure. At the end of the day though, this is where I want my roots.”
I take the last sip of my bubbly, as he appears to be thinking about that.
“As for getting married,” I hesitate. Well, I am certainly open to it again. I want to spend the rest of my life with the right person. I don’t want to miss out on all that there is to experience in life because I am with the wrong person. That would be just tragic,” I continue. “When I look back on it, I am relieved that I divorced Bradley. Something in him has snapped, and he is no longer the man that I thought that he was. He has turned dark in a way that I can’t put my finger on. He seems to have made a deal with the devil, or however the saying goes.”
“Obviously, I can’t be objective about him because I don’t know Bradley personally, but I don’t like him one bit. He clearly has some moral issues he needs to straighten out. Not to mention, he does not impress me as someone who is happy. Ultimately, you have to be around someone who is fundamentally happy with themselves. Only then, can that person have the ability to make you happy.” He takes my hand in his and rubs the top with his thumb. He looks deep into my eyes. “You make me happy.”
Gulp. That makes my heart sing.
“You make me happy too.” I smile shyly.
“Okay, so marriage is a possibility someday and Portland is your home. What else?”
He refills both of our glasses.
“Hmm, kids,” I tap my finger on the table. “I have not actually thought much about having kids especially not in recent years. I do want kids, just not for a long while. I still have a lot on my list to do before I take on that kind of responsibility. It is something I look forward to, but not something I fixate on, like a lot of other women. My biological clock is nowhere near going off.” I take another bite of my radish tartine. “What about you?”
He shrugs, “What about me?”
“Are we being coy, Mr. Towers? How about kids and marriage? Where are you on the subject?” I try not to make eye contact with him. I don’t know if I want to know his answer. Well, maybe I do.
He gives me a knowing look, “I do believe that I am ready to be a father. I adore kids, I was one myself.” He laughs. I laugh too, he is actually funny when he is not wearing his mogul hat.
“In fact, kids were one thing that Adelaide and I were both passionate about. She was deeply committed to teaching children to read. I still believe in what she was trying to accomplish, which is why I continue to support the foundation that I created in her honor. I am completely sold on the notion that you can change the world by teaching a child to read. I have the utmost respect for teachers and what they give to their students each and every day, especially with a limited amount of resources. To this day, the foundation has raised over two-million and in the upcoming year we hope to double that.”
My heart is overflowing with admiration for this man. As I choke on my bubbly, “Wow, that is quite an ambitious leap. Do you think you can accomplish that, especially considering the current economic climate?!”
“I am pulling in significant favors. To be blunt, I’m putting my weight on a few corporations, in particular that benefit significantly from their business with Towers Holdings. I have made it clear to them that I expect them to reach deep into their pockets. It seems only fair, considering the amount of money that I have placed in their pockets and practically funded their Ferraris.” He smirks.
“How does that work, exactly? I mean are you ultimately the one who procures the donations, or are you simply lending your big name and notoriety to get things moving?”
“I guess it is a combination of both. At any rate, I will get what I want.”
I laugh, “I have no doubt about that.” I think for a minute, and then feel my face blushing for the question I am about to ask. “Since we are having the ‘get to know one another’ talk, what is your favorite color?”
He studies me for a moment, and then with a very straight face, “My favorite color used to be light blue. However, I think my new favorite color is anything you are wearing, Danielle.”
Yep, there goes the heat rising to my face and radiating to my over-eager and ever-ready loins.
He must know what he does to me. He simply must. It’s not as if I am fresh off the farm. I have been married, I am educated, and I have even owned my home. Not to mention I have my own business. But, for some reason, whenever I am around this man, I feel as if I am experiencing everything for the first time. With that, I feel like an innocent fawn who is just learning how to stand. To say that it is disconcerting would be a gross understatement. He furrows his eyebrows at me.
“Danielle? Hello, did you check out?” He chuckles.
“No, I am just absorbing everything… I really like that. I think my new favorite color is anything you are wearing!”
He laughs, but then a dark, sultry look travels across hi
s face.
“Now, I’ll ask you again Danielle, what-do-you-want?” He says this very slowly, with his piercing gaze into my soul pushing me to the edge of oblivion. What does he want me to say?
I clear my throat, buying myself a few more seconds.
“I want you.”
Apparently, that was all I had to say. In one swift movement, Harrison has the remains of our feast swept to floor. He lifts me out of my chair and onto the just-cleared table. “I want you too!” He rasps between clenched teeth. “Dammit, Danielle, I want you too!”
Harrison throws my hands over my head, as he pins me down to the old, hardwood table. Working my neck with his tongue, he begins to ravage me. I try to move, but he has me pinned down with both hands. God, I love this. He reaches down and slides his hands up over my quads, to the inside of my sensitive thighs. Kissing me more violently than ever, he bends one of my legs in, and reaches down to firmly grab my ass. He continues attacking my lips from every angle. I want his cock. I need his cock, actually, in my mouth. I know he loves to be taken in, inch by inch.
I whisper to him, “I want all of you in my mouth. Every hard inch of you, Harrison.”
He stops kissing me, and his breathing increases. He is almost panting. I push him off me, as I sensually arch back up from the table, rising to stand. Wearing nothing but my sexy man’s shirt, I push Harrison back against the dining room table and drop down to my knees. I unbutton his pants. I can feel his erection, ever wanting to be sucked off. I slide off his pants, and release his thick cock. I begin to stroke his shaft. I remember during the gala weekend, when I sucked his cock and finger off. I know the double pleasure drove him insane. I take one hand and twist it up and down the base of his cock, while taking his middle finger into my hand and sensually placing it into my mouth. The combination of the two brings him near combustion every time. I begin to suck harder and faster, twisting his shaft in my hand and sucking his perfect crown. I draw circles around the tip, slow torturous circles that prepare his cock for his grand release. He grabs all of my hair and holds it in a ponytail. From this position, he can control the rhythm and depth. I release his cock from my mouth.