Page 25 of Business or Pleasure

Then, it was gone.

“As much as I want a better taste of that,” Harlee said. “I want it inside me more. Condom?”

I blinked at her for a minute, my brain still spinning. With a smug smile, she reached out and scraped her nail over my nipple, making me jump.

“Condom.”

I nodded, then dug in my pocket to retrieve one. She snatched it out of my hand and ripped it open, the eagerness on her face matching my own. Still, she was careful as she rolled it on, which told me as much about her as anything else she did tonight.

Then she was moving over me, pulling up her skirt to reveal a tiny black thong that covered very little. I grabbed her thighs, sliding my hands up to her hips, but not needing to direct her in any way. She knew exactly what she wanted, and I wasn’t about to argue with the lady.

Pulling aside her panties she lowered herself onto my cock, her pussy already slick with arousal. We both moaned as she sank down in one smooth motion, a shudder going through her when she settled on my lap.

“Fuck, Bay.” She leaned forward, pressing her palms flat on my stomach. “You feel so damn good.”

I grunted in agreement, unable to form an intelligible word, not with her pussy squeezing me so tight. I could barely think, and even then, the only thoughts I had were consumed by the woman in front of me.

Then she began to move and even those thoughts fled. It was all heat and friction and pleasure. With every roll of her hips, she squeezed me, her nails digging into my chest. Keeping one hand on her hip, I dropped the other, moving it to where our bodies were joined. The moment my thumb found her clit, her body jerked.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Keep doing that.”

I did as I was told, rubbing the slippery bundle of nerves, changing speed and pressure based on the sounds Harlee was making until she began gasping, chanting my name, her body moving faster and faster until she cried out, tightening around me until it was nearly painful. I thrust up into her twice and then followed her over the edge.

With a burst of laugher, Harlee collapsed on me. “That was amazing.”

My arms went around her without conscious thought, the intimacy of the way we were laying unlost on me, but unimportant at the moment. I just liked the feel of her in my arms. We’d have to move soon enough.

I didn’t know how long we laid there, but finally, Harlee sat up. “You’re sticky.” She touched her cheek where it’d rested on my chest.

“The champagne was fun, but it’s a wee bit messy.” I laughed.

“So’s sex, if you do it right,” she quipped. As she climbed off my lap, she added, “Case in point…”

“Right.” I sat up, removing the condom. “What do you say we take advantage of my large shower and clean up together?”

I knew my invitation was close to making this not a simple hook-up, but I hadn’t asked her to stay the night. I hoped she would accept, because I knew that this one little encounter on the couch wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

Her answer was to pull her dress over her head and drop it on the floor before turning and walking toward the – as Americans called it – bathroom in just her thong and matching strapless bra.

I had a moment to think that I’d like to see her in one of the bras I wanted to make and then I was stripping off my clothes and following her. She was already naked and turning on the water by the time I reached her, and I took the opportunity to linger in the doorway and admire what her dress had only hinted at before. Full breasts with tight, peach-colored nipples, and a nicely curved ass. Each curve the perfect size and shape to fit in my hands. Her body was stunning.

“Are you going to stand there staring or are you going to join me?” she asked as she stepped into the glass-enclosed stall.

“You put your hair up,” I said as I slid the shower door closed behind me.

“If I washed it, I’d need conditioner and then take the time to comb it out, dry it…” A sultry smile curved her lips. “I can think of other things I’d rather be doing with that time.”

My cock perked up at that. I always thought I had decent recovery time, but this was quick even for me, especially considering how much I drank tonight.

“But let’s get you cleaned up first,” she said, reaching for the body wash on the counter.

Instead of taking the cloth next to her, she squirted the gel into her hand and then rubbed her hands together, creating a pleasant-smelling foam. I watched, mesmerized, as she came closer. When she put her hands on my chest, I couldn’t suppress a shudder. How was it that I had been inside her less than ten minutes ago and I still wanted her touch this badly?

As steam filled the room, she used her hands to wash me, fingers moving delicately over my sides before wrapping around my half-hard cock. Two firm strokes had me groaning and she was moving on, down to cup my balls, roll them in her hand, give a gentle squeeze. Then she was turning me around, running her hands over my shoulders and back, squeezing my ass. By the time she finished, I was erect and aching.

But it was now my turn to finally get my hands on her and I didn’t intend to waste it.

Carefully adjusting the showerhead to keep the water out of her face, I then reached for the same body wash, taking secret pleasure in knowing that she would smell like me when she left. I pushed away the thought of her leaving and focused on the present. It wasn’t difficult considering what I had in front of me.

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