Chapter 14 : The Celebration

Simone "F*ck," I screamed, as I came down from my orgasm. I was currently bent over Michael's couch, and he'd been thoroughly servicing me from behind. Damn, he knew what the hell he was doing. He continued thrusting against me, chasing his own high. He finally fell over the edge a minute later and collapsed on top of me. Still, he was careful not to rest all his weight on me. He could easily crush me if he wanted to. Sometimes I wanted him to. "I swear you get sexier every time," he whispered huskily into my ear. I turned my body so I was facing him. He moved to his knees so I was just slightly standing over him. "I want you to devour me," I answered, feeling like the sex goddess he was making me. *** I didn't really mean to sleep with Michael again that night. Truthfully, I'd just wanted to show him the house, get him to put in his offer, then wait a few weeks to keep it all above board. It was pretty obvious to both of us, though, that we wouldn't make it that long. When we entered the house, he pushed me up against the door and fingered me until I was dripping down his hands. It was f*cking intense. When I'd finished, he licked my juices off his fingers. "I'd started to forget what you taste like," he whispered to me. "Thank you for reminding me." Shit. I could barely focus on the house. After taking a moment to clean up in the guest bathroom, I walked him through the house. To my surprise, he was actually very interested in the house. I was sure he'd only be focused on seducing me again. When we were done with the tour, he lifted me in his arms and kissed me hard. "You were right, baby," he said against my lips. "This is the perfect house for me. For us." I blushed. I didn't mean to be a factor in his decision, but I liked that I was, nonetheless. I called the listing agent to give him Michael's offer. It was just above listing price, and he wanted to close as quickly as he could. "I'd close right now if it meant I could f*ck you in every room," he breathed into my neck. I prayed the listing agent hadn't heard him say that. When his hand moved to my breasts and started palming them, I stopped caring what the other agent might hear. Still, I pushed him away. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, sucking on my neck as his hands moved down my body. "We can't do this," I said seriously. He looked up at me in frustration. "Why not?" he demanded. "I put an offer on the house. You've done your job. I'm not your client anymore." "Technically, you're still my client until we close," I explained. "But, more to the point, this isn't your house. Or your couch. So maybe you should take me home and start the farewell tour." His eyes sparked with desire, and he pulled me up from the couch, nearly dragging me to the door. He led me to his car, but I pulled back. "I drove here," I told him. "It would look weird if I left my car here." There was a desperate, crazed look in his eye. Finally, though, there was a look of resolution. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll follow you to your apartment, then you're coming back to mine. There's no way you're getting away from me tonight." *** After dropping off my car, we were speeding down the freeway. His free hand was under my skirt, doing delicious things to the skin he'd already set ablaze earlier. It was slow and torturous, but I leaned back and enjoyed every second of it. Every now and then, he'd hit a spot that made me cry out, and he was back to his notetaking. "Interesting," he'd say, then move deeper inside of me. I tried hard to enjoy the sensation and not rush the process, but by the time we reached his house, I was riding his hand like a horse. I was so f*cking close, and he knew it, which is exactly why he removed his fingers and got out of the car. He loved teasing me. And, honestly, I loved it too. It made the release that much more intense. There were no roses on the floor this time. In fact, we barely made it in the door before he was pulling my skirt off and I was tugging at his belt. I wasted no time, pulling myself up and pulling him inside of me. The first time against the front door was hot and frantic. There was no more teasing, I was taking matters into my own hands. Metaphorically speaking. He f*cked me against the door, as my back arched and my body writhed against him. I couldn't get close enough, no matter how hard I tried. He had one hand wrapped around my ass, keeping me glued to him, and the other hand was bracing us against the door. "I need more," I panted. Which is how we ended up bent over the couch. The new angle was intoxicating. I almost wished I could hold off my release and just swim in this feeling. Then again, I did desperately need to come again. Now, Michael was perched on the ground in front of me, and he was willingly obeying my request to devour me. His wet, hot mouth was covering one breast while his hand massaged the other. I leaned back against the couch, clutching it for support. How was it that I was already ready for another round? No one had ever lit me on fire like this. I was enjoying the sensation, getting lost in the feeling as he alternated between mouthing and palming my breasts. It didn't take long for the heat to grow between my legs again, and I arched for him. He easily read my body language, moving his tongue from his breasts down my body. He licked and bit every inch of flesh between my breasts and my womanhood, though he wasn't slow or gentle like he'd been the first time he'd done this. He was devouring me this time just like I'd asked. He was marking me. Finally, he grabbed under one of my knees and pulled it over his shoulder so he could have the best access to me. The second his tongue slipped between my folds, I cried out. I was already shaking and sweating as his tongue plunged deeper in, his teeth scraping against me. It was the hottest f*cking thing I'd ever experienced in my life. I could barely support myself anymore, so he took my other leg and wrapped it around him as well. My body weight was supported between the couch and his face. It was electrifying. I ground my pussy into his face and he ate me up. No man had ever gone this deep with his mouth. Then again, I'd never dated anyone with such a deliciously long tongue. He would slide deep, then pull back and use the hard tip of his tongue to lick glorious circles around my hottest part. Back and forth he would move until I was screaming again from the intensity of my third orgasm of the day. I briefly thought about how glad I was that he was talented. It would have sucked to put my career on the line for a bad lay. Michael was the polar opposite. As I came down from my orgasm, he placed my legs back on the ground, and I sank down onto the floor. I was blissed out, but I wasn't done touching him. He moved to sit next to me, and we just sat there for a moment, collecting ourselves and holding hands until we finally had enough energy to move again. He ordered us dinner in, and I took a shower while we waited for the food. I let the hot water work out all the soreness in my muscles. My shoulders and elbows were especially sore from supporting my body weight. I wouldn't have done anything differently, though. Once again, Michael had bent my body in a way that felt better than I could have ever imagined. When I'd finished my shower, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a luxuriously soft towel. It was so big it wrapped around me twice. I giggled, thinking again about how Michael's large proportions had been so advantageous to my recent pleasures. There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Michael opened it before I could respond. He was still naked, and his dark skin was glistening with sweat. "Do you mind if I jump in?" he asked, indicating to the shower. I smiled and shook my head. I knew damn well there were other showers in the house; he just wanted to be naked in another room with me. I sat on the edge of counter, watching his silhouette as he soaped up and washed his body. He was so f*cking sexy. Before I gave it much thought, I opened the shower door and stepped inside with him. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. "I want to watch," I said, biting my lip. His eyes filled with lust and he nodded quickly. Watching wasn't enough for me, though. I took the bar of soap from his hand and began rubbing it over his chest, then his stomach, then his legs. My tongue followed after the hot water rinsed the soap off. I couldn't reach all of him, of course, but I took my time bathing him with my kisses. When I was done, he was standing completely still with his eyes closed. "F*ck," he breathed when he realized I was done. I looked down between us and saw how hard he was. I gently grabbed his c*ck with my small hands, kneading as I went. "I want to go slow this time," I said, tugging lightly. I wasn't even sure if he could hear me. His eyes were closed again, and he muttered something incoherent. I reached behind him to turn the shower off and grabbed his hand. I handed him a towel and led him out of the bathroom and into his spacious bedroom. The food had probably arrived already, but I didn't care. I was only hungry for him. We dried off quickly and I gently nudged him to lie down on the bed. He looked up at me curiously, but he didn't say a word. I was in control now. Maybe I'd always been in control. I climbed over him and kissed him deeply. He was slack under me, besides the one obvious hard area. I was straddled over his chest, just above where he needed me to be. I rubbed myself against his lower stomach, and he groaned, so low it was almost a growl. I continued kissing him, letting the bottom of my ass just gently brush against his stiffness every now and then. Finally, he broke the kiss, looking at me desperately. "For f*ck's sake," he whispered. "Take me inside you already." "I thought you'd never ask," I grinned wickedly. I repositioned myself so that he was right at my opening. Then, I moved down slowly. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as my back arched. It was bliss.