I could tell he liked it when I used my hand and mouth together-his head went back and his eyes closed when I did that, and I tasted a bit of pre-cum on my tongue. I was wishing I’d put panties on, because I was embarrassing myself with the amount of wetness on my thighs. Sucking him made me crazy with lust.
“Janie, I don’t—” he panted, grabbing my hair, but there was no way I was letting him go. I could feel his cock swelling and turned my head so my lips rubbed those two spots just right, working just the head of his dick with my mouth while I jerked him fast and hard with my hand. “Ohhhhh fuck! Wait! Ohhhh!”
I happily swallowed the first thick flood of his cum, looking up into his eyes-he was watching his cock disappear into my throat-and then took another, hotter blast of the white stuff, his hips rolling up helplessly, his head lolling back. I was a good girl and drank it all, even licking the tip of his cock clean.
“I couldn’t wait,” he whispered, looking down as I licked the last bit of him off my fingers. He reached out and smeared his fingers over my lips, reddened and swollen from sucking him. “That sweet little mouth…”
“That was better than strawberries.” I leaned in to kiss the softening head of his dick.
“You’re bad.” He groaned, tucking himself back in and zipping up. “I think you need to be punished.”
“Oooo!” My eyes lit up. “Are you going to spank me?” He laughed, pulling me up to kiss me, and I couldn’t help myself-I crawled into his lap, straddling him, my sopping pussy making a wet spot on his trousers as I ground my hips.
I gasped when he pulled my dress up, but I wasn’t expecting his hand to come down against the swell of my behind-although I probably should have-making me jump and yelp.
“Hey!” I quickly climbed off. “No fair.”
He stood quickly, grabbing me by the arm and whispering in my ear, “Hold still.” I did as he asked, watching him yank at the knot in his tie.
“What—” I asked quizzically, but my question was answered soon enough when he put it over my eyes, using it as a blindfold. “Josh…?” I asked hesitantly as he stepped behind me, holding my arms behind my back. I smiled, though, when I felt his erection, already returned, straining against my ass.
“Walk,” he instructed, and I took hesitant steps forward, letting him lead me.
“There are stairs here.”
There were, curved ones-I remembered seeing the staircase and wondering what was up there. I let the rail in my hand guide me upward. When we reached the top, Josh pushed me gently forward, and I felt him reach in front of me and knew from the sound he was opening a door.
I gasped when I felt the cool outdoor air on my face, and again when he took my blindfold off.
“Josh!” My cry was strangled and I turned, clinging to him, hiding my face. “It’s too high!”
“Ah, that’s right.” He crooned, stroking my back. “You’re afraid of heights.” I could feel him laughing and pulled back to look at him.
“You knew that!” I pummeled him with my fists, but he just grabbed my wrists, still smiling.
“Look, Janie.” He turned me around, holding me tight. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”
I was shaking-being anywhere up high made me tremble-but we were on the eighteenth floor of the Plaza, and the view was spectacular and meant to be enjoyed.
After a few deep breaths, I really started to calm down enough to appreciate it. With Josh’s arms around me I felt safe, and I slowly relaxed against him, looking at the lights of city below. It was a fabulous sea of jewels, just like the stars in the sky above. The moon was full and bright, a pearl in a web of diamonds.
“It’s really beautiful.” I slipped my hands over his at my waist. I squealed, though, when he propelled me even further forward, closer to the patio edge. “Nooo! Please!”
“I promise,” he whispered again in my ear. “You’re safe.” I whimpered, but we stood there at the very edge of the building, and from here it felt like flying. My stomach lurched and I turned in Josh’s arms. He held me close, stroking my hair, kissing my forehead.
“Hey, Janie,” he said softly.
“Hm?”
“I think I can see your house from here.”
I laughed. “But can you see Russia?”
“No.” He smiled, tilting my chin up and looking into my eyes. “But I can see heaven.”
“If I used that line in a story, my editor would redline it in a heartbeat.” I grinned.
“Too cliche.”
“What isn’t?” Josh kissed my eyes closed, both of them. “It’s all been done before. We’re just doing it all again for the first time, together.”
“I like that,” I murmured as he proffered kisses over my neck. “I’m going to steal it.”
“I’m going to steal you. ” His breath was hot against my breasts as he nuzzled them. “I’m going to lock you up and keep you forever and ever.”
“How very caveman of you.”
“Grog like girl,” he grunted, sinking to his knees and hugging me close, kissing my belly. “Grog want girl.”
I laughed as he squeezed the swell of my ass in his hands.
“What are you doing down there?” I smiled, running my hand through his dark curls.
“Proposing?” He grinned up at me and I think my heart stopped completely. He saw the look on my face and stood, taking me in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.” I gulped, looking up at him.
“Come on.” He smiled softly, pulling me toward the French doors that opened onto the patio. “Don’t make me drag you by your hair.” Inside, the view was almost as spectacular as outside. The poster bed was high and wide and white, and Josh, apparently the quintessential romantic, had ordered rose petals, red of course, strewn all over the white coverlet. But there was something else—lilacs, bunches of them in vases all over the room, probably a whole bush’s worth. It was that time of year, they were in full bloom all over the place, but how—?
“How did you know they were my favorite flower?” I bent over to breathe in the scent from the vase sitting on the night table.
“Lucky guess?” He hopped onto the bed, leaning back, his hands behind his head. He was grinning.
“Feh!” I rolled my eyes. “Who did you ask? Ronnie?”
“I’m not telling.”
“You better tell.” I frowned. “I can make you tell.”
“How?”
“I have my ways.”
I stood above him on the bed, my feet straddling his chest, and slowly inched my dress up my thighs. He watched, eyes bright, as the hem of my skirt cleared the top of my cleft. I knew I was swollen and wet, my clit peeking out of my slit, looking for attention, and I gave it to her as he watched, rubbing myself with one finger, back and forth at first, then in fast little circles.
“That’s fucking hot.” His eyes were dark and glued between my legs.
I ignored him, pulling my dress up further, wiggling out of it and tossing it onto the floor next to the bed. Then I unhooked my bra, leaning over him, balancing with one hand against the headboard, to dangle it in his face. He snatched it from me and pressed it to his nose, breathing in my scent. I let him fondle my breasts like that, moaning when he wet his fingers in his mouth and slathered them over my nipples.
“Come here.” He caught my hips and pulled me to my knees. I stayed that way, still rubbing myself, feeling his hands moving over my body, everywhere at once. He was still fully clothed, except for his tie, and I reached for him with sticky fingers, unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. He let me, smiling as I spread it wide and ran my palms over his chest and belly. The hair on his chest was dark and I let it curl around my fingers, tracing down the center of his belly, following the line of hair from his navel to his belt buckle.