Читать книгу Sexually Satisfied - Melissa Randall - Страница 8

“He called, he called, he called,” I sang to Anita over the phone the next morning.

“Ha! I knew it! When will you see him again?”

“Tonight. He’s been in Boston working on a condo project. He’s going to pick me up on his way home from the airport.”

“Sounds like he can’t wait. You’ve gotten under his skin, girl.”

“I don’t know about that.” I sighed. “Sometimes he seems really into me, but other times he seems so distant.”

“Hey, come on, you’ve known each other such a short time. Guys are always wary at this stage.”

“I know, but he’s so different from the other men I’ve dated. I feel like I have to handle him with kid gloves.”

“Well, that’s not a bad idea. But just try to relax a bit. David is handsome, smart, rich and he has a tremendous passion for you. Most women would kill to be in your position. So enjoy it.”

“Maybe you’re right.” I laughed. “I guess you could give Dr. Phil and Dr. Laura a run for their money.”

“Of course I’m right. Let’s meet tomorrow at Java Java for a dish session.”

After we agreed to meet at four P.M., I hung up. Anita was right, I decided. I should just enjoy my time with David…for as long as it lasted.

“Hi, Gillian, we’re about five minutes from your place,” said David.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting in the foyer,” I said breathlessly. “See you soon.”

I hung up and gave myself a last glance in the mirror. I was wearing my new black lace blouse with no bra underneath. Anita was right; it did look incredibly sexy. I gave a silent prayer of thanks to the goddess of round, firm breasts.

I threw on a short black jacket. I was also wearing a short black skirt and sheer thigh-high stockings with black suede pumps. I’d once worn a similar outfit for Steve, but he hadn’t responded in the way I had hoped. I had a feeling David’s reaction would be more enthusiastic.

I rushed downstairs to the foyer and looked through the glass door for David’s car. As soon as the sleek Mercedes pulled up, I ran out. Al emerged from the driver’s side and opened the back door for me. I slid in and felt David’s arms crushing me to his chest. He gave me a deep kiss, his tongue intertwining with mine. When Al slid back into the driver’s seat, I pulled my mouth away, feeling self-conscious. I kept my arms around David’s neck. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered.

A brief silence that seemed to last forever. “I’ve missed you, too,” David finally replied. Damn, I’m scaring him, I thought. I distracted his attention from the awkward moment by skimming my hands down to his broad chest. His heart was pounding. He slid his hands under my jacket and teased my nipples into hardness. I covered his neck with urgent kisses, ending with a gentle bite. He moved one hand from my breast to my thigh, creeping slowly up to my panties. I felt a warm, throbbing ache in my pussy as he stroked my clit through the silk.

The car stopped abruptly, making us lurch forward. “Sorry,” said Al. “That cab cut me off.”

I had completely forgotten Al’s presence. Embarrassed, I pulled David’s hand away, closed my legs and sat up straight. David seemed more amused than annoyed by my sudden primness.

In the elevator I gave up any attempt at propriety. As soon as the doors closed, David dropped to his knees and lifted my skirt. I held it up as he pulled down my panties and buried his tongue between my pussy lips. “Oh, my god,” I moaned. I ground my pussy against his face as he licked my clit harder. I came before we reached the tenth floor.

When the elevator doors opened we stumbled into the foyer, delirious with lust. David quickly stripped me in front of the ornate mirror, leaving on my thigh-high stockings and suede pumps. “Come over here.” He pulled me into the living room and sat me down on a large leather ottoman. “Spread your legs. I want to look at your pussy while you suck my cock.”

In the past I’d always been annoyed by men who gave orders, but for some reason David’s urgency was a turn-on. I wanted to obey him. He stood in front of me as I opened my thighs and unzipped his fly. I pulled out his engorged cock and held it firmly in both hands. I gave the head a featherlight lick.

“Do you like that? Do you want more?” I asked. Two could play at the domination game.

“Yes, I like it. I want more; please give me more….” he pleaded.

I gave the head a second light lick and then another, just a bit longer and harder. With one hand I massaged his balls. I licked and sucked the head, increasing the intensity until he was on the brink of coming. I stopped abruptly.

“What do you want now, David?”

“I want to put my cock in your pussy. I want to fuck you until you scream with pleasure….”

He fell to his knees. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and rubbed the head against my clit until I was dripping wet again. “Now,” I said. “Fuck me now.”

He thrust his cock in, making me moan with delight. He stayed perfectly still for a moment and then started a long, slow rhythm. I put my hands on his ass, pulling him in deeper. “Harder. Fuck me harder. Make me come again,” I demanded.

He thrust harder. I closed my eyes as I felt the orgasm build. I bucked and convulsed, crying out loud as David shuddered and moaned.

As he pulled his cock out of me I fell backward on the ottoman. “Oh, god, that was amazing.” I sighed.

“For me, too.”

“And that was a very nice surprise in the elevator. Was it an impulse, or have you been fantasizing about doing that to me?”

“Oh, I’ve been fantasizing about it for days.”

I suddenly bolted upright. “Oh, my god, David!”

“What’s wrong?”

“The security camera in the elevator! We must have been filmed. Oh, Jesus, I can’t believe it—”

David laughed. “Relax, honey. I called the security guard from the airport and told him to turn off the camera for a few hours.”

“And you think he did it?”

“I’m sure of it. After all, I do own the building.”

“Oh.” I flopped back down on the ottoman, feeling relieved but also a little intimidated. At times I forgot just how rich and powerful David was.

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” he suggested.

“In a minute,” I replied lazily. “Right now I’d like you to…” I paused, overcome by a moment of shyness.

“What would you like, darling?” David was kneeling beside the ottoman, staring at me intently. “You can share any fantasy with me. I won’t be shocked. I’d love to please you.”

“I want you to…” I paused for another moment.

“Go on,” he coaxed.

“I want you to put your fingers in my pussy and rub your cum all over my breasts.”

“Yes…I’d like that, too.” I felt his long, supple fingers enter my pussy. As he smeared the warm cum all over my breasts I watched my nipples rise at his touch. He moved his hand back to my pussy and then slid three fingers in my mouth. I tasted his salty sweet cum.

“God, you’re such a sexy little thing….”

“I’m not always like this, “I murmured. “You make me this way. You make me horny and wet….”

“And you make me horny and hard.” David took my hand, pulled me to my feet and led me to the bedroom.

He stood by the bed, stroking his cock into hardness as he watched me fondle my breasts and lick the cum off my hard nipples. Then I spread my legs and my lips for him, playing with my clit and sliding my fingers inside my pussy.

“Let’s sixty-nine again,” he whispered. “But I want you on top this time.” He stretched out on the bed, and I lowered my pussy over his mouth. I leaned down and grasped his hard shaft in one hand, kissing the head. I felt his tongue flickering over my lips and my clit and then sliding up the crack of my ass. I was delighted by a new and exquisite sensation as he parted my cheeks and licked my hole. I stroked his shaft and sucked hard on the head. His tongue finally slid from my ass back to my pussy. He lapped hard at my clit until I came intensely, my cries muffled by the big cock in my mouth. I squeezed his shaft and felt it convulse as the cum burst into my mouth.

I woke up the next morning to find David sitting next to me on the bed. “Good morning,” he said, looking way too bright and alert. He slowly pulled the sheet down from my neck.

“Mmmph,” I replied and stretched slowly. David trailed his fingers across my breasts, down along my belly and lightly over my pussy. He gently spread my legs and caressed my lips and clit. “My god, you’re so wet,” he whispered. “You must have been dreaming about sex.”

“Yes,” I murmured, undulating slowly under his touch. “Sometimes I come in my sleep.”

“I think you came last night.”

“Yes…and you’re going to make me come again this morning.”

David smiled. “But not yet, darling. I want you to wait.”

He removed his hand from my pussy, which made me wince with frustration. He straddled my face and took his rock-hard cock in his fist. I watched as he stroked until droplets of cum oozed from the head. He rubbed the head against my mouth; I licked the drops of cum from my lips. When I opened my mouth he slid the shaft all the way in. He reached back with one hand and played with my clit as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I held back as long as I could, finally moaning around his shaft as I came. I felt his cock convulse, and a burst of hot cum flowed down my throat.

“God, Gillian, that was incredible.” David fell back against the pillows. “I wish we could go for another round, but I’m late again for the office.”

I put my arms around his neck and snuggled against his chest. “I thought you were the boss man. Can’t you be as late as you want to be?”

He smiled, but his voice was a little tense. “Sure, I could, but if I don’t get in at a reasonable hour, things pile up….” He gently disengaged my arms and stood up.

I felt a pinprick of anger and disappointment. Play it cool, Gillian. “Oh, well.” I shrugged. “Maybe sometime we can spend the entire day in bed.”

“I’d love that.” David leaned over the bed and gave me a quick kiss. Damn, this guy knew how to turn me on, piss me off and appease me in the space of minutes.

“Sounds like it’s going really well.” Anita slurped at her latte.

“I suppose it is. I just wish he weren’t so distant sometimes. Well, I guess there’s always something to complain about. He did give me his cell-phone number so I won’t have to sit around waiting in agony for him to call.”

“That’s definitely a step in the right direction. And he’s obviously doing everything right in bed. You look great. You have the radiant glow of a well-fucked woman.”

“Anita!”

“Well, it’s true. Cosmetic companies have been trying to bottle and sell that glow for years. David’s giving it to you for free. “

“For as long as our affair lasts. It does feel like an affair, even though he’s not married.”

“Even better. Much more exciting than a boring relationship.”

“I suppose so.” I took a bite of cranberry scone and wondered why I still felt so uncertain.

The next day I got a phone call from Ellen, my eternally optimistic agent. For once she had genuine good news. “Honey, you got a callback for the radio-station commercial,” she gushed. “That’s going to be a major campaign. I’m sure you’re going to get it. And there’s a part on Law & Order that would be perfect for you.” I took down the info for the Law & Order audition and the callback, trying not to let her enthusiasm inflate my expectations to unrealistic levels.

But I felt a new confidence and determination. I nailed the callback and landed the radio commercial. My euphoria helped me float through the Law & Order audition. I screamed with joy when Ellen called to tell me I’d gotten that part as well.

I had to share the news with David. I called his cell and felt a little let down when I got his voice mail, but I left a message, and he called me back within twenty minutes.

“Gillian, that’s great. I’m so glad for you,” he said. “Law & Order is a terrific show.”

“Well, my part isn’t big, but it’s juicy. I play the grief-stricken sister of a murder victim. Of course there are plot twists—turns out the sister isn’t so grief-stricken after all.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

“It’s a helluva lot better than the last role I had on that show. About six years ago I played a corpse. A crack whore’s corpse. I was on screen for about seven seconds.”

That made him laugh. “I’m sure you were an exceptional corpse, but we should celebrate your new success. I’d love to see you tomorrow night. Are you available?”

“Gosh, I’ll have to check my appointment book. I have so many handsome, sexy men chasing me it’s hard to keep my dates straight.”

He laughed again. I felt another moment of victory. We agreed to meet at Francesca’s. The familiar tingle of anticipation rushed through my body.