"Ahhhh!" she wailed, shivering as he set up a steady cadence, moving his head from side to side, up and down, all around and all over the expanded clit From time to time, he brought one hand down from her breasts and lightly let his finger rim her puckered anus-just for a moment-and then he would stroke her pubic mound vigorously as he sucked before returning the hand again to her eager breast.
He went on that way, working lovingly and thoroughly, until Ellen arched her back and dug her fingernails into his scalp. "Now! Now! It's coming!" she cried, and then she shivered and shuddered to completion, her orgasm a marvelous thing to behold as he gulped greedily, swallowing her juices before she became too sensitive for further stimulation.
He let her spasm out the aftermath of her orgasm, hugging her close and rubbing her back until she had returned to reality, and then he returned to his place on the couch and read for a few minutes until she was ready to mouth him.
It was perhaps ten minutes later that she knelt on the floor before him and began the preliminaries for the sucking of his cock. Just as she had done, he put his magazine aside and let his head rest on the back of the sofa as her fluttering fingers ran up and down his thighs, teased his nipples, moved closer and closer to his aching shaft that stood full and ready and gushing. She kissed his feet, his ankles, his knees and, finally, his balls.
He gazed down at her lust-crazed face at this point. She was not too much the actress, he knew. She enjoyed mouthing him as much as he enjoyed mouthing her. They had known each other for almost two years, and there was no fooling each other. In a way, true, their oral lovemaking was a "service," but there was excitation-much excitation-in the "servicing."
Her tongue tip rimmed his swollen cockhead now and she was kneading his flesh sack gently, reverently, adoringly. She took a bit more of his rod then, and he tugged at the back of her neck, pulling her so that she took the entire purplish-brown head between her full lips. Her lips caressed, nursed, tickled, teased, sucked. It was beautiful to watch her loving expertise. And then his cock was in her mouth as far as it would go. He studied the in-thrust and out-pull, the worrying of the inner folds of her lips as she worked, mewing, sighing, whining-knowing that this pleased him.
Finally, he clutched her cheeks with both handsthe signal that he was about to fire his scalding load. Her mewing rose and the bobbing tempo of her head became a frenzied accelerando. From the tips of his toes he felt his orgasm begin, surge, then explode as his spend crashed upward through his hard-on into Ellen's waiting throat His hands were in her hair as he spasmed…
She, too, hugged him until he had calmed down, and then they both made trips to the bathroom to cleanse themselves before returning to their reading. Vern didn't bother to put his suit pants back on. He just sat there, his shirt collar open, his tie uncinched, his pants draped neatly over the arm of the sofa.
"Honey," Ellen said after a while, "why don't you just move in and stay with me? Not marriage now, but just move in permanently." Her hand lay persuasively on his arm. "Huh? Won't you?"
They had discussed this perhaps a hundred times before. "Soon maybe," Vern said. "Well see. You know you mean more to me than anything, but not yet, okay? Let's not get into that tonight." He thought of Dream-Date Inc. and wished he could discuss it with Ellen. They were very close, and Vern discussed practically everything with her. He did not like deceiving her. It made him feel bad. Still, of course, he could not discuss Dream-Date with her. Absolutely not. No way.
"Maybe soon," he repeated. "There are special reasons why it isn't practical right now."
They both knew his remark said absolutely nothing, that it was just another excuse for delay.
"Is everything going all right at the office?" Ellen asked.
"Well, it is and it isn't," Vern said. "Tell me about it?"
Vern stretched, looked at his watch and yawned. "Do you want to go to bed now, honey?" Ellen asked.
He shook his head. "No, not yet," he replied. There was a long pause, and then Vern said, "I suppose what I was saying," he began, "is-is that there's an awful lot on my mind right now. Besides several new clients, which could represent an awful lot of money, we're still racking our brains over Wyatt Enterprises."
"Wyatt Enterprises," Ellen repeated. "That's the appliance manufacturer, isn't it? What are you working on for them?"
"We're evaluating their competitors' advertising, their whole merchandising approach," Vern said. "We think we know the best route for them to take, but we have quite a bit more research and conferring with them yet. We have to be thorough. We don't want to be wrong. I mean, when you're bucking G.E. and Westinghouse you better know what you're doing."
"I see," Ellen said, nodding. "What else is cooking?" She grimaced. "Uh-pardon the pun."
Vern patted her knee, smiling indulgently. "Well, there's Reardon Systems International and O. A. R."
"Yes, I know about Reardon-they make computers-but what's O.A.R.?"
"Well, despite what you might deduce from its name, OAR isn't the name of a shipping firm. O.A.R. stands for Overseas Air Routes. It's a brand new airline-or will be a brand new airline six months from now. They want lots of advice and figures on their competitors and comparative data from us before they go into operation. It could be the biggest thing we've handled thus far. I mean, big. Literally, I could retire a rich man from O.A.R. alone if all goes well."
There was another silence, and Vern knew exactly what Ellen was thinking. She was wondering what these matters-important as they were businesswisehad to do with their living together. She was a very intelligent woman, and she was right. He was stalling and they both knew it. Still, it was his excuse this time-the only one he could think of at the momentand he knew she would accept it.
"But how was your day, dear?" Vern asked, changing the subject.
Ellen was a fourth-grade schoolteacher, a very good and conscientious one. "Oh, all right. I started teaching one of the classes for the 'gifted kids' yesterday. I think it's going to be very rewarding."
Vern reached out and patted her cheek. He loved Ellen; he really did. Especially, he loved the way she did not hold a grudge. Already her voice had become pleasant; she had made her pitch for their living together on a full-time basis, failed, and already she had put the matter out of her mind. She was a once in a lifetime woman all right, he thought. "Let's go to bed, honey," he said.
She sighed, and Vern wondered if, at last, he might not have pushed her too far. "Yes, darling," she said.
"Did I tire my sweetie out too much on orgasm number one?" he grinned, winking.
"No sir," she said with enthusiasm, her features softening into love, patience. "You know I always love the cuddly part." She rippled her fingernails along his inner thigh. "Orgasm number two has always been the climax of our evening together, dear."
They both stood up. Vern was excited, anticipating their session in bed. The oral lovemaking was good, but he loved the humping-the down-to-earth, hon-est-to-God screwing even more. Well, really, it was hard to say. He liked them both.
Vern showered hastily, brushed his teeth, then lay on the king-size bed waiting while Ellen showered.
At last, she entered the dimly-lit room and walked softly toward the bed. Before she could lie down, he scooted over to the edge of the bed and, sitting, kept her standing while he palmed her smooth buttocks and hungrily devoured her breasts. She never tired of having her breasts sucked. Once he had sucked on her nipples for over an hour and she could have taken more.
So he nursed for a long time before he leaned back, pulling her onto him so that he could rub his hard-on against her love nub while he continued ministering to her nipples. After several minutes of this, they lay on their sides, his prickhead still jabbing at her clit as he tugged at her tensing ass.