Glass Towers, Shattered (Glass Towers Trilogy)

by Adler

  I unbutton my shirt, exposing my tender and erect breasts. I sit back in the chair directly in front of him. I start to massage my own breasts with one hand, and my “P” with the other. I am getting wetter and wetter with his gaze locked on me. Harrison takes his cock in his hand and starts to pleasure himself. He watches me play with my tight “P”. He leans back on the table and strokes himself. I know this visual is going to send him straight into orgasm overload. Watching each other get off. This is the most erotic and sensual moment. I have become completely bold in my wants and desires. I never would have been this brazen in my last relationship. I never wanted to, come to think of it. I stick two fingers inside myself, deeper, inching inside my wet “P”. I slowly remove those two fingers, placing them in my mouth to suck them clean. The look on Harrison’s face is beyond words. His eyes widen in complete awe. I know that he wants to taste me too. I am driving him insane, and I love every minute of it. He has slowed his pace, to keep himself from coming. I quickly take both fingers and slide them inside of my “P” again. This time, I take them out of the warm, supple juices and stand up. I move close to him so that I can feel his erect length pressed against me.

  I take both fingers and place them in his mouth. His skilled tongue swirls and devours every inch of my fingers. He hums while sucking, showing me how happy he is to taste me. I begin to rub my crotch against the head of his cock.

  All the bubbly has gone to my head and my inner sex kitten has relinquished all her control over to my inner Lolita. “It’s my turn, Mr. Towers. I want to ride the shit out of your hard cock, and make you cum like never before,” I whisper into his left ear, while gently nibbling on the ear lobe.

  He bites his bottom lip. Shit! I want those lips. I want to bite that lip.

  I turn around, so my back is to him and I slowly lower myself onto his hard length. I lean back into his chest. There is something so erotic about this position. I start to slide up and down Harrison’s body. If there is one thing I know, it is this man belongs with me. I continue to press my back against his chest, as he runs his hands all over my body. He suddenly grasps both of my breasts in his warm hands squeezing them and cupping their fullness. They are so aroused and responsive. His hands move down my belly to my lower abs. He starts massaging my tummy, preparing my “P” for his skillful manipulation. I ride his hardness faster, maneuvering myself to almost a standing position, with my hands on the table in front of me. I quickly move myself up and down on his shaft. From behind me I hear a loud, tortuous moan. His hands are on my hips helping to guide me, as he slams me down in one hard movement. I feel his seed shoot up into my “P”, while my own contractions of ecstasy come in sharp, fast waves. He releases me and whirls me around, so I am facing him, straddling his hips. He seals his lips with mine while his arms encircle me.

  “Danielle, I could just do this all night and into the wee hours of the morning.” He rasps into my ear. Gasp. I love this man.

  “I have an idea, why don’t we go upstairs and take a bath? We can relax in some bubbles before we go to bed.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

  I answer in my best coy voice, “I am in need of a relaxing bath after all the adult fun that has taken place in this house tonight.”

  “Good, then let’s adjourn this party upstairs.” Harrison shows me the grand master bath, and runs the water for me. There is a basket on the tub, full of luxurious salts, lotions, and a rainbow of body washes.

  “I am going to go grab the towels and something for you to drink, just relax and enjoy yourself,” Harrison whispers as he kisses me gently on the lips.

  Damn, will he always turn me on this way? Every touch, every kiss, sends me into a complete tailspin.

  There is one candle on the windowsill. I start to open drawers and find a set of matches. They look ancient; let’s hope they work. I strike the match and place the lighted candle back on the windowsill. I grab my phone, turning on Pandora. I need a little sexy relaxing music to wind me down.

  Just as I am about to slip off my shirt, Harrison enters the room. Dear lord, I love how he is wearing those pants loose around his hips and nothing else. Barefoot and all chiseled, down to those pelvic bones, that sight make me want to rip his clothes off at this very moment. He is holding a large, candelabra in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other. This man and his champagne. I remember the last time we drank champagne in the bathroom. I will never forget my first experience with the champagne shower. Harrison places the candles and champagne on the bathroom counter.

  “So, what happened to the towels, Mr. Towers?”

  “Miss Austen, I have more pressing plans for us.”

  Oh, holy hell. This is not going to wind down as I had imagined.

  Harrison walks over to the tub and turns off the water. I walk over to the cabinet and start to look for towels. He is making me nervous and excited now. I am never quite sure what to expect out of this man. Whatever it is though, I am sure it will top off our last bathroom experience.

  I hear his soft footsteps behind me. He places his hands on each side of my shoulders, as I am looking into the bathroom mirror. He reaches around and unbuttons the shirt that I borrowed from him. The shirt slides down my body, resting around my hips. His lips are on the side of my neck, working it over with that skilled mouth of his. The cool draft coming into the old bathroom ignites all of my senses, while his warm tongue circles over my cool skin. My head is rolling back in a half moon as his hands come around, under my arms, and grab my full breasts. My body melts back into his, as I look at myself in the mirror. This is so erotic. I take both of my hands above my head and grab his hair, as he works his mouth lower on my shoulder blades. The more my body responds, the harder I grab on. His hands slide down my sides and push the shirt to the ground, as his tongue trails all the way down and back up. He reaches for my hands and places them on the counter.

  “Don’t move, just feel.”

  Shit! Just fuck me already. I can’t take this torture anymore!

  It’s odd to think that after all the sex we’ve been having, I simply cannot get enough.

  I move my right hand to my collarbone, to feel my flushed, sensitive skin.

  He moves it right back to the counter, “I said don’t move them.”

  Can this get any fucking hotter? Just take me now, Harrison. He must love the thought of torturing my needy little body. He releases me for a moment and steps away.

  I hear the sound of the champagne pop behind me. Harrison swiftly grabs my hair into a side ponytail and pours the cold champagne down my back. I jump for a moment. It is cold, tingly and God damn, this is hot. He pulls tighter on my hair when I move. My hands begin gripping the counter harder, this is making my “P” so fucking wet. Once again, I feel the trail of champagne run down my back and over my ass. Harrison’s tongue laps up the trail of tasty bubbly running down my body. My back arches, pushing my ass against him.

  In a matter of seconds, Harrison picks me up, and pushes everything to one side of the counter. He places me on the cold tiles facing him.

  He cups both hands around my face, “I can’t get enough of you, Danielle.”

  He kisses me passionately, assaulting every inch of my mouth with his tongue. My whole body rages with desire. Harrison grabs the bottle of champagne and takes a long drink. He lets out a loud, sensual sigh. I can feel it coming. My eyes widen and my body responds in anticipation. He places the cool champagne bottle between my legs, rubbing against my “P”, as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. My body adjusts to the warmness of his mouth and the ice cold of the bottle. Holy hell, what he is doing to me! I want to combust and cum right now. I can’t take it anymore. I am shifting against the cool bottle, and it actually feels hot against my needy loins. Harrison takes the bottle and pours some bubbly into my mouth. The champagne flows out of my mouth, down my neck over my tits, down my stomach pooling at my “P”. Fuck me! This is too damn good!

  I hear the clank of the bottle, as he discards it on the
counter. The candles continue to flicker in the dim light. Our reflections shine in the mirror. Harrison and his mirror play, I have to admit this is fucking hot.

  Harrison’s tongue follows the trail of champagne down my body, circling over my erect nipples, down my belly, and to my sweet spot between my legs. He hungrily licks every last drop of the champagne off my body. The pleasure is overwhelming!

  He clears more items from the counter and gently lays me back on the counter. He reaches down and grabs a wide red silk tie, showing it to me.

  “I want you to focus on the pleasure of feeling, without seeing what I am doing.”

  Hmmm! What the hell does he have up his sleeve now! I am so under his spell that he can do whatever the hell he wants to me!

  “I’m game Harrison.”

  “Good. Just feel. Don’t think about anything but the pleasure that I am about to give you.”

  He ties the silk around my eyes, and loosely knots it behind my head. This is just thrilling and exciting the hell out of me. He is all in it for my pleasure, and that turns me on even more.

  He inches his way down my body, kissing every damn crevice, lingering at all my most sensitive spots. He places his tongue right under my breasts again and that is enough to make me cum right now. This man is a master with his tongue, I can’t deny that. He can set me off with one lick and touch of his mouth. He moves down to my “P” and starts to attack every delicate, overly sensitive tissue. Kissing, licking, biting and pleasing all of me.

  I am starting to feel the wave of pleasure coming over me and the buildup to my climax beginning. Harrison abruptly removes his face from between my shaking legs. Brief seconds pass before I hear a clang. Still blindfolded, I can’t make out what he is about to do.

  Without warning, I feel a sudden hot sensation on my leg. Hot wax! Damn him! Hot wax dripping on my left thigh, then my right. Holy shit. I scream.

  “Shhhhh” He silences my mouth with his. “I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

  Oh my! This is mind blowing! The hot sensation stinging my skin, followed by a cooling sensation as Harrison blows air all over me. He knows exactly where to put it, to make my body crave it more. Who knew hot wax could be so freaking sensual. He takes his finger and rubs a light layer of the warmed wax over my lower abs. My hot spot. The exact spot that Harrison works as I am ready to cum. It sets me off every time. His tongue throbs inside me again, as he pushes his face further and deeper into me. The warmness of the wax, and the way he is massaging my lower abs, near my aching “P” is triggering my all my senses. The faster and harder he works inside and outside of me, the more my body tenses and trembles with pleasure. The buildup is starting to peak as my “P” clenches around his seeking tongue. It hits. My body shudders. Harrison removes the tie from my face, as I am about to hit the max. Our eyes lock. The first time Harrison said, “Look at me when you cum,” replays in my mind.

  Our eyes connect as he pushes his tongue deeper into me, and encourages my shuddering orgasm. I am screaming Harrison’s name, as I pull his head in closer. My body pulses out of control, and every nerve in my body comes to attention. My full-body orgasms seem to get stronger every time. My breathing is heavy, and I am choking up on my breath and orgasm. I start to come back down from my rapture. I look at Harrison’s cloudy sex eyes, matched by the dark, sensual look on his face. This scene will always be unforgettable in my mind.

  Harrison picks me up and kisses me softly from my shoulders to my lips. My legs and arms wrap tightly around his hard body. The taste of my pleasure on his lips is so erotic and intoxicating. He carries me over to the tub and places me in the warm water. The water hits every sensitive spot of my body.

  Harrison removes his pants and lowers his body into the tub with me.

  I lay in between his strong, masculine legs, with his long arms and strong hands wrapped around mine. He cleanses my body with the soaps next to the tub, lathering up my shoulders, chest, and entire lower region. I luxuriate in the closeness I feel resting against Harrison’s body. He gently kisses my neck, cheeks and forehead. I think to myself. this is where I want to be, always.

  Chapter 31

  “Good morning beautiful. I am glad you are awake; I have a surprise for you, breakfast on a mat!” My eyes open to the sexiest man I have ever seen, looking down at me with a mischievous smile on his face.

  I stretch and make an effort to sit up. Harrison sets a tray next to me on the floor. The food looks delicious; I have no doubt that it is courtesy of Philippe.

  Harrison is wearing a black v-neck sweater and a tight-fitting pair of straight-legged jeans with his motorcycle boots. I get a whiff of his freshly showered scent. Aha, there must be a shower that works in this huge house.

  I nibble on a chocolate-filled croissant, while Harrison stands by one of the windows, drinking his coffee.

  Without turning to me, he speaks “What do you think of this place. I mean what do you really think? I am still unsure as to what I want to do with it.” He glances back at me then looks back outside.

  It’s a cloudy morning and it occurs to me that he has to drive home on his motorcycle.

  I think for a minute about what he has asked me, “Well, I’m not sure either Harrison. You could have it restored to its original grandeur, or you could tear it down and re-build.”

  “Yes, well that is rather obvious. What I was asking is what do you think I should do with it?”

  “I think you should restore the house.”

  “Okay, then it’s yours.”

  “What do you mean its mine?”

  “This house, it’s yours. I see you here.” His eyes are locked with mine. It is unnerving when he looks at me like that. It’s like he is not looking at me, but into my soul.

  I swallow hard. “I’m not sure that I understand what you are saying, Harrison. You want me to design the restoration?”

  “No, Danielle. I am giving you this house.”

  I scramble to my feet, forgetting that I am naked. “Harrison you can’t just give me this house.”

  He is laughing at me. “Oh yes I can, actually, I can do whatever I want, and I have decided that I’m giving you this house.”

  I’m still standing in front of him, completely naked. I can’t believe my ears. He wants to give me this house? “Can’t you just give me a charm bracelet? Don’t you think a house is too extravagant a gift? I sure do!”

  “I think a house is more charming than a bracelet.” He actually giggles at that. Real funny.

  I reach down and pick up the sheet off the mat to cover myself. “Oh no you don’t.” He snatches the sheet out of my hand and covers his lips over mine, while he reaches down and caresses my bare breast. I instantly feel my loins moisten with desire. His other hand rests on my crotch, and he shoves two fingers inside my “P”. “Damn it, Danielle, I want to be inside your wet pussy.” He lowers me down to the mat and stands above me, unzipping his pants and pulling his sweater over his head. He bends over and unbuckles his boots, kicking them off to the side. I reach up and tug on his boxer briefs. He laughs and falls to the mat with me. I pat the mat with my hand, and he lies next to me. I lean over and take his hard cock into my mouth. He moans and pushes his head further back into the mat. I trace my tongue along the throbbing tip, moving slowly down the shaft. With my hand cupped behind his balls, I gently rub, while I lick and suckle his sensitive gems. He groans loudly and fondles my breast, while I continue to give his cock pleasure.

  I wrap my lips around his cock and take it deep into my throat. Sucking and using my hand as counter pressure, I work him over, as he is writhes under my assault on his member. He moves his head back and forth on the mat, with his hands are clenched at his sides. I pick up the momentum, as I gently graze his length with my teeth. That was all that he needed to send him over the edge. He yells out my name as his cum shoots to the back of my throat. After he is finished convulsing under my touch, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and move up to kiss him passionately. We lay t
here for a while, listening to the quiet of the country. With my head resting on his chest and his arm around me, I feel content and safe, as if the outside world does not exist, and no one can touch us here.

  I lift my head, rest my chin on his chest, and look at his beautiful face. “Harrison?”

  “Mmmmmh?”

  “You weren’t serious when you said that you wanted to give this house to me, were you?”

  He tucks his arm under his head and smiles at me. “Yes I am serious. You are now the proud owner of this country manor house.” He touches the end of my nose with his finger.

  “Harrison, I don’t have the resources to restore a place like this, let alone furnish it. While business is good, it’s not going to be enough to tackle this project!”

  He sits up, looking at me with his smirk. “What if I am your financial backer, your investor?”

  I shake my head. It’s not a good idea. I know that in my gut.

  “I just don’t think that would be wise. There is a lot that can go wrong with that arrangement.”

  He reaches for his clothes and begins to get dressed. “And why is that? I would think an up-and-coming designer such as yourself, would see this as an opportunity to tackle, a challenge.”

  “Yes, it’s an opportunity, but I just think doing business with my lover is a recipe for disaster.”

  “I disagree. Would you at least think it over? The house is not going anywhere and neither am I. You don’t have to decide today. Lover.”He smirks.

  I feel myself blushing in response. “Thanks, I appreciate that. Now, I need to take a shower! Which one is in working order? It’s clearly not in the bathroom with that luxurious claw foot tub. Harrison is already heading out of the mirrored room, toward the stairs.

  “Use the one in the last bedroom on the left,” He hollers from the hallway.