He reaches over to me, removes my chain belt from my waist, and drops it to the ground. Then he removes his dress shirt.
He walks me into the glass shower and turns on the multi head. He leaves me there for a second, and I watch him walk over to the vanity and pick up a remote. He pushes a button, and then I hear music. It’s kind of hard to hear over the water, but it sounds like smooth jazz of some sort. I can’t make out the singer, but it has a pulsing Sade kind of sound.
He rejoins me in the shower reaches over, and turns off the water.
With the champagne bottle still in hand, he puts his free hand under my chin and gently tilts my head back. He starts to pour the champagne into my mouth. It bubbles up so that it spills out; he leans down and licks it off. He then pours some into his mouth and then more into mine, but this time he leans over and plants his lips on mine while I am still swallowing. He darts his tongue into my mouth so we both savor in the tasty bubbles. He pulls away and with a mischievous look on his face, he takes the bottle and starts pouring it over my head and then my entire body. He sets the bottle on the tile floor, the music is still pumping through the surround sound and I recognize that it is Sade. Hmm, good ear. Harrison begins to lick the champagne off my neck, trailing down to my breasts, suckling and nibbling them. He keeps working his way down to the soft curves of my belly and then stops just above my clit. He looks up at me with crystal blue eyes and flashes a wicked smile.
“I like a smooth pussy. It makes my job all that more pleasurable.” With that, he goes back to work with his tongue. He pushes back my folds and seeks out my heated "P". He moves his tongue in and out as if it is his dick. I moan and reach out to brace my hand on the tiled wall. “That’s right, now spread your legs,” he growls.
I put both hands on the wall and do as he says, spreading my legs.
He stands up, walks over to the tub, and turns off the water. When he returns he reaches around me and turns the shower back on. He grabs me around the middle, bends me over at the waist and starts pumping me from behind. At this angle it gets so much deeper and it almost sends me skyrocketing. I put my hands on the glass. He reaches around to my front and his fingers seek out my clit. I just about cum just from his touch, but I manage to hold it back.
My legs are getting weak from maintaining this position, but the deep penetration of his ample dick is intoxicating. I can feel my body moving against his thrust making it even more intense. He starts breathing very heavily and a steady flow of moans escapes his curved sexy lips. I can feel my ”P” engorged and ready for release. We keep at this and I savor every thrust and every pulse of his dick in me when abruptly he pulls out, stands me up and turns me around.
“Next location, Danielle.”
He leads me by the hand to the tub. He climbs in first and then gestures for me to follow him in. He puts his hands on my waist and helps me to lower myself onto his shaft. I impale myself on the hard rod and with his hands still on my waist; I ride up and down in a slow and steady pace. He parts his lips and licks them with his tortuous tongue. I get even more tingly down there when I look at the lust in his eyes and the pleasure that is spread across his face. I continue to ride him in the warm water. I run my hands over his chiseled chest and take note of how his abdominal muscles feel under my fingers as they flex and move with me. I start to pick up the pace and then he meets me with his hips. I pay no attention to the whirlpool effect of the water in the tub as it splashes and spills over the sides. I hardly notice the candles snuffed from the escaped water. I only notice how I’m giving Harrison pleasure. My own pleasure is so immense that I feel tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. We match thrust for thrust and in one final pummel of his dick deep into my "P", he yells out, “Look at me when you cum!” I feel his seed spilling deep inside me and I find my own tightening and release. He reaches up and pulls my mouth to his and as he does so, it sends another shock straight to my pleasure and releases yet another wave of convulsions deep inside me. Whoa, rolling orgasms, that’s a first.
I sit back up and he helps me dismount. He gives me that megawatt smile.
“All this has given me a huge appetite. Let’s get the champagne shower washed off and get something to eat.” I am at a loss for words so all I can do is nod my head. He reaches over and turns the water back and then he grabs the bottle of bubbles and dumps more under the running water. He settles back into the tub and pulls me against him and I sit between his legs. He grabs a sea sponge and proceeds to wash me down with it. At some point, I grab the sponge from him and start to wash him. I gently start at his head, and then trace the sponge down his face, his chest, across his abs and start to head down to his groin. He grabs my hand as if to say stop. I lock eyes with him. He groans and then leans in for a deep tongue-seeking kiss.
All at once, he stands up, taking me with him and I can see he is ready for round three. Whoa, at this rate I will be walking bowlegged for the next week. He grabs a towel off the rack and dries me off. He wraps a towel around his waist. With beads of water still dripping down his torso, he grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He turns to me and with that sexy smirk, he says in his car commercial announcer voice, “Location three.”
He picks me up and literally throws me onto the bed. I land on the silver and white duvet comforter with a poof. I am bare and naked on this luxurious 1200 thread count duvet cover and I know the sheets are every bit as decadent. He drops the towel on the floor and I can see he is ready. Just from looking at his throbbing erection, I can feel my own body readying itself for play. Wonder what he has in mind this round.
He crawls onto the bed, takes me by the back of my head with his hand, and kisses me deeply and passionately. When we come up for air, he says, “Dinner can wait; I think I’ll have you as my appetizer.”
Oh lord, I feel another wave of tightness building in my loins and my “P” is ready for him. He pulls me onto my back then pushes my legs open as far as they will go and then he hops off the bed.
I lay there feeling very self-conscious with my legs spread eagle and my “P” throbbing with anticipation. He quickly returns with two cashmere scarves. He ties one on each ankle and then ties the other ends to the footboard of the bed. Aha, that’s why he wanted the bed frame with the mod cutouts. While he continues to tie my legs, I wonder how he got his personal things moved in between last night and now.
He takes something from the nightstand drawer. I strain to see what he has, but he keeps it concealed. I then feel something warm being spread on my clit with his fingers. Must be some kind of lube. He penetrates me with two fingers, probes around, and eventually finds my magic spot. I wriggle my hips under his probing hands but can’t move much else due to the restraints.
The sensation is mind-boggling. I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life. While his fingers continue to pleasure me inside, he leans down, takes my clit into his mouth, and begins to suckle and gently nibble on it with his teeth. Whoa, that’s it, I’ve gone into oblivion. I suddenly feel like I’m no longer connected to my body, but somehow in a different universe. I feel one wave of convulsion after another and he doesn’t stop. He keeps flicking his tongue across the engorged tip of my clit while his fingers pulsate on my magic spot. I can’t take it, my body has one rolling orgasm after another and it just doesn’t seem to stop. I can hear myself screaming, but I can’t stop that either. I’m panting and then I start sobbing uncontrollably. Harrison withdraws his fingers, comes up to my head, and gives me a deep passionate kiss. I can taste my sex on him as well as something fruity, mandarin orange maybe. He holds me for a minute and then releases me.
“We aren’t done in here yet.”
What? Not done? Is he the ever-ready bunny or a teenager in a man’s body?
Harrison reaches down to my crotch and spreads more of the warm liquid on my “P” and clit. He rubs some on his shaft all the while his eyes remain locked on mine. Holy hell, there it goes again, that tightening of my pelvic muscles and my body anticipating his entry. With my legs still tied and spread eagle, he glides his length into me. Oh, how good that feels. It’s so intense, especially with that love potion he’s put on us. It heats things up even more than they already are. My legs are spread so far that it makes easy entry for him. He takes his time though. He withdraws his dick and then teases my swollen entrance with his swollen tip. He moves in and out very slowly and methodically. On the last withdrawal, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down as he thrusts his cock up deep into my “P”. He doesn’t let up; he keeps urging his cock deeper and deeper into me. I can feel his balls on my “P” and his pelvis rubbing against my clit. He continues moving his dick inside me without withdrawing. The sensation is all-consuming and I can feel another orgasm ready to escape.
“Look at me when you cum, Danielle,” he rasps as we continue to lock eyes. He reaches up, cups my breast, and pinches my nipple, which sends me over the edge once again. I can feel his cock cumming inside me and his ragged breath on my neck with his face now buried in the covers. Deep guttural moans escape his lips. After a few moments, his breathing has returned to normal and I hear the instrumental version of Barry White’s “Let’s get it on” coming faintly from the bathroom. Oh, how cliché can you get!
We laid there like that for what felt like an hour. It might have been because when we got up it was still quite light outside but the sunset was approaching soon. I move to get up and realize I’m still tied up. I sit up to untie myself and his hand reaches out to stop me. He pulls me closer to him and nuzzles my neck. I lie there and let him snuggle me. He sits up a minute later and begins untying me. Then he lies back down and snuggles close again. This is not what I would have expected. So, Harrison Towers is a snuggler. I like that.
I awake with a start. I’m disoriented. Where am I? I look out the window to a dark and drizzly night. I realize I’m at Harrison’s Penthouse, he’s lying next to me, breathing softly. As I lie there watching the rise and fall of his perfectly chiseled chest, I feel warm, safe and confused. I roll a little to my right side to look at the clock. 2:15 AM. Why am I wide-awake at this hour? Seems to be a recurring theme when I stay with Harrison. Wide-awake and unable to tame my thoughts. It also occurs to me that I’m starving. We never ate dinner and I hadn’t eaten any of the food at the reception yesterday. I look at Harrison and stare at the profile of his sexy-as-hell face in the streaming moonlight. I resist the urge to reach over and trace the outline of those dangerous lips with my tongue.
My mouth goes a little dry, as my mind settles back on my situation at hand. Do I let my guard down, trust this man and give myself to him fully, or do I keep that line in the sand drawn, protecting myself from potential harm and more heartache? I suddenly feel my chest tighten and I feel trapped. It doesn’t help that his arm is draped across my midsection. The tricky part is that my mind gets ahead of reality. Harrison Towers has given me no reason to think this is anything more than an intense attraction, a sex fling.
With that thought, I urgently need to get some fresh air. I gently move his arm to his side and quietly slip myself out of bed. Oooh, this travertine floor is so cold on the feet. While walking out I’m practically
on-Pointe’
so my feet don’t come into full contact with the iceberg floor. I stop off at his closet and help myself to one of his white button up dress shirts that is fresh and clean.
Out in the living room I sit down on the sofa and stare out the windows. It occurs to me that I love the rainfall, especially when it’s lightly trickling down the glass. Despite the clouds and rain, the full moon looks luminous and alluring. I unlock the veranda doors and slip outside to the cool wet early September night. I walk out to the glass railing and gaze out over the rushing river below. I take a cleansing deep breath and close my eyes, tilting my head toward the sky and allowing the rain to wash over me. I can feel my nipples stand at high alert under his Egyptian cotton dress shirt. The loose fabric of the shirt is now clinging to my body and my hair is dripping wet with droplets of water slowly moving down my face.
While I lean against the railing taking it all in, I think about Harrison and what he does to my body. I feel my “P” warming just from the thought of his hands travelling over me and taking me. I let my right hand find my clit and start rubbing. Once again, the thought of Harrison doing this to me fuels the fire beneath my own fingers. I start to rub it in circles and feel myself wet to my own touch. As I start to pick up the pulsating rhythm, I get the sense that I am not alone. As I turn my head to look behind me, I suddenly feel a lightning bolt strike me from behind and my whole body is on fire. Harrison reaches his hands around to my front and takes over where my hands were. He rubs up against my back and gently nudges me forward to lean against the railing.
He whispers in my ear, “I missed you and when I came to find you, I find this moon goddess pleasuring herself on my veranda. Now I am going to light up the night sky with our bodies colliding. Location number four.”
Oh, he is a Word Smith too, that’s all I need; I feel my loins burning out of control.
His left hand is now on my clit, moving in slow tortuous circles. He brushes his index finger over my “P” and then slowly penetrates me. I moan and feel my breath hitching at the back of my throat. With my back arched against him I can feel how turned on he is. The feeling of his hard cock at my back makes me even wetter and the tight feeling in my lower abdomen is quickening. While he licks the side of my neck, he lifts my wet shirt over my head and discards it on the cement floor with a
splat
. He starts with the back of my neck, licking the raindrops off my body. Working his way to my front, he gently turns my torso to face him, he bends over and takes my left breast into his mouth, his teeth lightly biting my nipple.
T
he shooting sensation down to my loins makes me squirm and ready for release.