She was still squirming when he came to rest on top of her. Her hand moved down his back her finger slid into the crack of his ass. Nick was amazed to feel his prick growing hard again inside her almost as soon as it had grown limp.
He fondled her tits and kissed her lips until he felt his organ at full stiffness. Then he began pumping into her again. In five seconds she was back at the peak of her pleasure, squirming under him and wailing in his ear.
Nick's body was covered with sweat as he screwed into her. Five minutes, ten minutes. They were rocking so hard the bed was creaking and sliding along the floor.
Nick was gasping for breath, Holly was as hot as a frying pan, when he rolled her over on her belly, lifted her ass, and sliced his prick into her cunt from behind. Five minutes in that position brought Holly to two more orgasms, and left her buttocks red from the pounding of his hips.
Then Holly took the initiative, pushing him onto his back and sitting on his prick. He let her do the work for five minutes, watching her body bounce up and down on top of him, watching her tits dancing in front of his eyes, watching her face contort with pleasure, watching his cock slice up into her cunt as she dropped to his crotch again. Slowly, he felt another orgasm gathering momentum within him.
He pulled her down on top of him and rolled over. Her legs closed around his back, and he took her in his arms and drilled his cock into her with all the speed his hips could muster. Five minutes later, they were both covered with sweat, and Nick's cock was gorging with another load of seed. Nick buried his face in her lush tits as his cock tensed in her pussy. He screwed in again, but still the member remained poised for orgasm. And then, with another lunge, he felt it blast open, heard himself groaning as he came.
It took them five minutes to catch their breath. Finally Nick slid his prick from her pussy and rolled over on his back, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her lips.
"Holly, you're terrific," he murmured. "And I love you."
"I love you too, Nick," she smiled. "I loved you all along."
"And I should have known it."
"If it wasn't for Mrs. Dennison…" Holly began.
"Yes, I know," Nick said. "And I shudder to think what might have happened. And I shudder to think of living as Julie's husband. Especially after I've known you."
"We won't mention Julie's name again, will we Nick?"
He kissed her. "Never again."
Nick rubbed his hands gently over Holly's glowing, damp body, and thought of the endless night of possessing that body and of being enclosed in a screaming driving world of honey.
Holly kissed his nose and then smiled. "You know, Nick," she said. "One thing about the name Frances. It can be used for our first child whether it's a boy or a girl."
"Yes, that's perfect," he said, and stroked her hair. "You know, I forgot to tell you, but Mrs. Dennison hired me today as her advertising director."
"Congratulations darling," she said and kissed his ear. "I knew she was going to give you some kind of a job."
"I'll need a really good secretary," he said. "The girl I had at Connors and Ross got the axe because of me. I think I'll give her the job."
"Um, that's nice," Holly said and nibbled at his ear.
"She's a very attractive girl," Nick said. "Julie was convinced something was happening between us. How will you feel about my having an attractive secretary?"
Holly slid her fingers down and tickled and Nick gasped. Then she kissed his lips and licked around the lips as she pulled away.
"Nick, when I finish with you each night and each morning, you may not have enough strength left even to get to work," she said. "I hardly think I'll have to worry about something happening at the office."
"I see what you mean," he said.
"You'll see even more clearly in a minute, darling," she said.
"Holly, I couldn't, not again," he said.
"Sure you can," Holly grinned. "Let me show you."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Hello, Nick. Congratulations."
"Thanks, Hank," Nick replied into the telephone. "The phones have been ringing all day with calls from old friends, I guess the word is getting around."
"Sure it is," came the reply. "We all heard what happened with Connors, and that Dennison thing…"
Nick leaned back in his chair. He no longer had a window with a tremendous view of Manhattan, but his new office was far from uncomfortable, and twice the size of his other office.
"Yeah, Hank, things have worked out just fine here," Nick said. "I'm my own boss now."
"And I hear that Dennison Beer has been doing very well since you took over the account."
"Yes, it has. I've already gotten two raises in the three months I've been here."
"Sorry it took so long for me to call, but I just found out about your move."
"Thanks for calling, Hank. We have to get together for lunch sometime."
"Sure, Nick. By the way, I also heard you got married."
"Well, not exactly," Nick chuckled. "I have a roommate, though, and we're thinking about it. Maybe in a month or two."
"Well good luck, Nick. See you soon."
"Thanks again, Hank."
Nick hung up the phone and grinned. Yes, things were certainly working out just fine at his new job. Old lady Dennison never bothered him, and he was free to do anything he liked – so long as Dennison Beer sales continued to rise. His new office was far more comfortable than his last. Nick glanced at a door to his right, and chuckled. Yes, the new office had a few things he liked very much, and the small room with a bed in it was one of them…
He'd told Mrs. Dennison he wanted the bed in case he had to sleep over at the office while working on a new advertising campaign. So far, he'd not slept over a single night. But he'd certainly put the room to use.
Nick was about to pick up the phone and call Holly, but then he remembered that she would be out shopping that afternoon. He looked at the papers on his desk, and decided he was through working for the day. He leaned forward and flicked on his intercom.
"Miss Lewis, come in here please," he said. "I want you to take some dictation." Nick's prick was already beginning to stiffen as he stood up from his desk. He rubbed his crotch a few times as he walked across his office and opened the door to the right.
The room was small, the couch almost filled it. He kicked off his shoes arid sat down. No sooner had he leaned back than he heard a knock on the door.
"Sally?"
She opened the door and entered the room. "You wanted to give me some dictation," she smiled. She didn't have her notebook in her hand.
"Yes, dictation," Nick replied, opening his belt and zipper. "The usual way."
Sally was still grinning as she fingered the buttons of a purple silk blouse. Nick stopped undressing to watch her. She opened her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders, then reached behind her back to undo her bra clasp. The white cups of her bra fell free, exposing her round, firm breasts. Her nipples were long, her areola dark.
"I was hoping you would call," Sally smiled. "I was getting pretty bored at my typewriter."
She'd already unzipped her skirt. Nick watched her slide it down her legs and then step free of the bundle at her feet. Her legs were lean and smooth, a creamy white, her panties were blue and fringed with lace, her pantyhose were clear. She slid them down, then slowly rolled her panties down her legs and stood naked before him.
Nick's eyes roamed over her tits, then dropped to her brown nest, then to her bare, red-tipped feet.
"Put your high-heeled shoes back on," Nick told her. "You know how that turns me on."