She flexed her pussy around his member digging her fingers into his buttocks and lashing her tongue into his mouth when he pressed his lips against hers. Each thrust of his hips brought a loud, wet, sloshing sound as he tore into her snug channel, then a clap of flesh against flesh, then two long, sensuous groans.
"I'm gonna come now!" Nick panted in her ear. "I can't stop now!"
"Do it!" she wailed. "Do it, Nick, do it, do it!"
She shrieked as the entire length of his thick tool bored deeply, quickly into her thrilled cunt. She was almost sobbing now, scratching his ass with her fingernails as he quickened his strokes.
He could feel the end of his rod reaching to the farthest limits of her pussy, ripping along the tight, wet channel, sliding from her cunt for only a split second before he drilled back into her. Gism swelled his cock, shudders of pleasure surged through his balls, his pelvis, and his ass as her fingers caressed it. In all his life, Nick had never felt such total, thoughtless pleasure.
A hoarse groan caught in his throat as his cockhead bulged inside her. Two quick thrusts brought him to the brink of his orgasm. And then one long, hard lunge pushed him over the edge.
Pumping at top speed, he swung his balls against her ass and ripped ruthlessly into her cunt. She bucked wildly under him as he grunted in her ear, lashing his prick to the ends of her channel just as the first hard spurt of his gism blasted in to her snug pussy.
"I feel it!" she bawled at the top of her lungs. "Oh my God, I feel it!"
They were writhing on the couch as he came rocking the mattress, slapping their bodies together with an insane fury. Nick's orgasm seemed to last for a full thirty seconds before the last drops of his semen oozed into her body.
Nick could hardly catch his breath as he came to a rest on top of her. He could feel his come surrounding his prick, and he knew that he'd filled her to the brim with his cream.
"Oh Nick, that was so good," she whispered, still moving her hips around under him. "Your come was so hot, I could feel it spurting against me."
Nick lay on top of her, motionless. Julie's face, then her father's passed before his eyes. But it was done, and he didn't regret it. If he was going to throw his future away for a woman, or for a girl, for that matter, at least he'd thrown it away for the best fuck of his life.
"Come on, Nick honey," she purred, squeezing his buttocks. "Don't stop now."
Nick woke with a start and sat up on the couch. He looked at Holly's deep smile, and he shook his head to clear his vision.
"I've been studying you, Nick," she said, and she sat up, her body golden and inviting. "Your face is so rugged and tough and those blue eyes seem out of place. I think my blue eyes are perfect with my hair and all. I mean, logical. But with your face, the eyes really turn me on, baby. And that blond hair cut seems so, oh, what is it. Sort of collegiate."
She reached over and ran her fingers through his hair, but he pulled away. "What time is it," he asked. "Hell, I haven't heard the alarm go off."
Holly leaned over and kissed his ear, and he tensed as he felt the flick of her hot, wet tongue. "I turned the clock off," she whispered, her words hoarse and diffused through the kiss. "You were sleeping so soundly, it seemed a shame to wake you. The phone even rang, and that didn't even disturb you."
Nick took one long arousing glance at Holly's body, honey-golden against the sheets. Then he scrambled to the edge of the couch.
"Christ there's a meeting at ten," he muttered and tried to pull the sheet around his naked body.
Holly laughed. "Nick, honey, ten has come and gone, so there's no reason to go dashing off. And you hardly need to hide yourself beneath the sheet. I think I'm familiar with every, shall we say, aspect of your body. And Nick, baby, you've got some body."
Nick shoved the sheet back. "Holly, that damn meeting could well cost me my future," he said.
Her smile was content and provocative, and her laugh came from deep in her throat. "Well Nick you seemed much more interested in the present than in the future," she said. "Why not call in sick today, baby? The weather is terrible."
Nick stood up and stared at Holly, and licked his parched lips as she leisurely stretched her body, and looked up at him with a mocking, dancing smile.
"Holly, my whole future depends on this morning at the agency," he said. And he was stunned at the way just looking at Holly's lavishly displayed body aroused him.
"Nick, tell them you have a fever," she said, and licked her lips slowly and twisted her legs in a way that made Nick's breath go short.
"Holly, I've got to get to work," he said. "And dammit, you've got to get out of here. Now, about this morning."
"Yes, Nick darling, about this morning?" she said. "Why don't we spend the rest of the day discussing this morning, Nick. Discussing it and, you know, other things."
"I'm going into the bedroom and get dressed," he snapped. "I'm going to shower and shave. And when I'm ready, I expect you to be ready to leave here. I mean it Holly."
Holly sat up on the couch, her breasts heaving as she took a deep breath. "Nick, I don't want to be put out in the cold and the snow," she said. "I'm no saint, but if I have to make love to have a place to sleep I want it to be someone like you. I'm desperate, Nick. And I'm afraid and I'm lonely. Just let me stay for a couple of days. I'll make things so good for you that it'll make this morning seem like a kid's necking session."
Nick had to look away from Holly or he knew he would never be able to walk away from her. "Dammit, Holly, you've got to get out," he said. "I'll see about getting you some money so you can pay your back rent and get your things."
"Nick, really, I dig you," she said. "I don't just want money. I want to stay here with you, baby. Didn't you dig this morning? Don't you like my body, Nick? Look over here Nick, and tell me you don't like my body."
Nick stumbled to the phone and sat down, careful not to even glance back at the couch. "Your body is marvelous," he said with conviction. "I've never known a girl whose body excited me the way yours does. But that doesn't change the situation."
Nick picked up the phone and dialed his office, and asked for Miss Lewis. He listened to the phone buzzing and sneaked a glance at the copper body spread against the white sheets. He remembered the feel of the skin and the glowing warmth that permeated the body and the way she moved and the taste of her warm, wet, wild lips.
"Mr. Harrison's office," Miss Lewis said, her voice brisk and efficient.
"This is Mr. Harrison," Nick said and again glanced at Holly, and saw that she was kneeling on the side of the bed.
"Oh, Nick, where have you been?" Miss Lewis asked, using the intimate tone she liked when there was no one else around. "I tried calling you at home. You missed that meeting."
"I know," he said. "I slept through the alarm and I guess I slept through your call too. Look, I'm not feeling too well this morning. Oh, Sally, how much damage was done by my missing that meeting? Is Connors ready to kill me?"
"Nick Harrison, I think Connors is ready to kiss you, darling," she said. "The word is all over the agency about your get together with old lady Dennison last night. She called Connors and he came down here beaming from ear to ear looking for you."
"Thank God," Nick said. "Look, I'll be down there in a half an hour." And Nick trailed the words off and sucked in his breath as he turned and saw Holly swaying across the room. He went rigid as she sat down on his lap, and smiled and bit his ear.
"Nick, are you all right?" Miss Lewis asked.
"On second thought, I don't think I'll be in today," he said. "I have something of a fever."