of course – and we raise our glasses.
“To what?” he asks as I slide up to him.
“To the shop manager.”
He laughs and we clink our glasses, both taking huge sips. I moan a little at the taste and open my eyes to see him staring at me as he drinks.
“Now, about getting you cleaned up…” I say and set down my glass. Inching my fingers up to his tie, I slowly pull it from inside his dress shirt to tug him by the neck. I’ve always wanted to do this. Sex with Blake, as you can imagine, was abysmal.
This man has hardly spoken a word and his sheer sexual magnetism is enough to make me come harder than anything Blake could manage.
I pull him into the bathroom and start to slide off his tie as I place one leg between his. I can feel his hard-on growing against my thigh, which gives me the confidence to grab him by the lapels and bring him to my lips.
Wow. Looks like all he needed was that bit of consent before he unleashes himself. His jacket is off in a matter of seconds, as is my dress. Somehow, he manages to unzip me and tear it off, only pausing from kissing for half a second.
He stops after he strips me, and seems quite pleased with what he sees. It’s enough to make him charge toward me again. When his fingers find the hem of my panties, I’m already soaking wet.
I feel him smile against my lips as he slides one finger inside me. Fuck, that feels amazing. He immediately inserts another and arches his fingers, sending spasms of pleasure jolting through my legs. Backing me up into the walk-in shower, he turns it on.
His pants are now clinging to his hard-on as his fingers work inside me. My bra and panties are soaked, though the latter has been already, and I can’t help but moan into the tile as he starts thumbing my clit.
I grab his chin to look at him and the outline of his cock and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Roger Zane, Manhattan’s sex god, is in my shower, ten seconds from making me come for the first time in months.
I’m going to make sure he gets everything he wants tonight, too.
Fifty-Two
Roger
Everything starts happening fast and furious with this girl. Even as she pushes against the fingers I’ve got inside her, she undoes my pants. I remove my hand from her snatch and help her get my soaking pants and boxers off.
Then she’s got my dick in her mouth and it feels amazing. Her mouth is soft and warm, and the shower is steaming and soothing. She sucks me like a champion. Like she’s been waiting all year for it.
I could tell she was ready to come a second ago and suddenly I’m almost there, too. So, I pull her up to standing and get down. She starts playing with herself as my tongue goes to work on her clit, dancing between her fingers. She’s almost shaking with pleasure. Then she takes her hand away and presses it into my head, driving me deeper into her wet, widening pussy.
Let’s give her something to remember.
I throw her legs over my shoulder and stand. She slides up the shower wall, now several feet in the air, while I keep eating her out. She presses against the wall, and I go all out, bringing her just to the edge of an orgasm before lowering her back down.
Her feet barely touch the shower stall before she’s all over me. Her tongue in my mouth, one hand squeezing my ass and the other working on my cock. I want to burst in every direction. I run my hands down her back and grab hold of her ass in turn. It’s firm, strong. She’s kind of willowy, but she’s got muscle and all the right sort of curves.
I put my mouth on her nipple and roll my tongue around. I feel her pressing herself toward my cock. She shuts the shower off.
We tumble out of the bathroom together, hands all over. By the time we’re in the bedroom, I can tell we’re both still on the verge of coming. It won’t be long, but it’s bound to be epic. As if to confirm what I’m saying, she breaks away from kissing me just long enough to say, “Fuck, I need your dick in me.”
Will do.
I lift her up in my arms and sit