Holly surged against him, her breasts goading him and her lips eager and wet and knowing, and her little fingers roamed knowingly over his body. He went tense and then limp and warm, and he gasped when her hot tongue snaked into his mouth.
Again he tore away from her and stepped back. And this time he turned away. "Get undressed and get that hot shower," he ordered. "And there will be hot coffee and something to eat in the kitchen."
He walked quickly into the bedroom and started rummaging through his clothes. He heard her go into the bathroom and he sighed with relief. As he picked out a pair of jeans that were too small and a plaid shirt, he told himself he was getting rid of her the minute she got warm. Because, otherwise he was lost. Another touch of her body and taste of her kiss and he was gone and so were his job and his marriage and everything.
Nick put the clothes on the bed and returned to the kitchen and heated the coffee. He put on some canned soup and made a couple of ham sandwiches.
"The clothes are in the bedroom and there's coffee and soup and sandwiches in the kitchen," he called out. "And I've got to get back to work."
Before he sat down at his desk he had a double shot of scotch, but its warmth only added to the warmth that already coursed through him. He settled down at his desk with great and desperate resolution.
But he twirled the pen in nervous fingers and started doodling again, and after ten minutes he was writing the word Dennison over and over again in a desperate attempt to get to work on the beer campaign.
He heard Holly leave the bathroom and licked his lips and thought of how she must have looked coming from the hot shower with water cascading from her golden body.
Hell, he muttered and threw the pen down. It was impossible to even consider work as long as she was here, and he was absorbed in visions of her body.
He stood up and walked to the window and stared at the thick blanket of snow that was falling. But he did not feel cold at all now and he had to smile slightly as he thought of the reason. Then the smile broke into a frown. Fool, he said, half aloud. He remembered the money he had taken from the bank and he knew he could have her out of the apartment in ten minutes, and in less than an hour, he could be at work at his desk and she could be out of his life.
He crossed the room with long strides and paused at the bedroom door and knocked. There was no answer so he knocked louder.
"I'm in the kitchen," she called.
Nick went into the kitchen and stopped abruptly at the door. Holly stood by the table eating a sandwich. She wore nothing but the plaid shirt, which barely covered her thighs. The top two buttons were open and her breasts nearly bare.
"Thanks for the food," Holly said. "I feel much better now after the shower. And not at all cold any longer. I hate the cold, Nick. I was so miserable while I was out in the snow and away from your apartment."
"Holly," Nick said and swallowed and walked slowly toward her.
He looked from the blue eyes down to the full, damp lips and as he stared at the copper mounds barely hidden by the shirt, he knew he could not throw her out. And then she shifted her legs and the shirt was pulled onto one hip, and Nick felt a shiver race up his back.
He put his hands onto her shoulders and she turned into his arms, her breasts just grazing his chest. She leaned up and kissed his lips softly. "Holly, I got some money today and I can get your clothes for you and get you a decent place to stay," he said, very quickly, in a desperate last effort at rationality.
Then she shoved her warm body against him and he slid his hands down and around and cupped buttocks which were firm and damp and burning.
"Do you really want me to go, Nick?" she asked, and ran her fingers through his hair.
"No, Holly, I want you to stay, more than I've ever wanted anything," he said, and squeezed the buttocks and felt her fingers tickling his ears and neck. To hell with the job and the marriage and everything, he muttered to himself, and again he felt feverish from the touch of her body.
"And I want to stay more than I've ever wanted anything," Holly said and smothered his ears with wet lips.
Nick felt his knees grow weak as she licked into his ear. He held her tightly, running his hand along her back. When he looked down at the floor, he could see that her bare feet were raised on tiptoes.
Still holding her, Nick sat down in a chair beside the table and opened his legs, she stepped between them.
"You know you're going to drive me crazy, don't you?" he smiled.
She grinned back impishly. "Are you complaining, Nick?"
Staring in her eyes, he reached out and gripped her bare thighs, then ran both hands upward and under her loose-hanging shirt. The golden flesh of her hips was burning. Her legs stiffened as his hands roamed, her body began to tremble all over.
"You have the most beautiful body in the world," Nick said softly.
Her eyelids dropped closed, her lips parted as he moved his hands up and down her thighs. She winced when one hand moved to the inside of her thigh and pushed under the shirt to her crotch. Her honey-blonde bush was already wet.
Staring still at her youthful face, Nick fingered the buttons of her shirt, opening one at a time. When the last button was undone, the shirt fell open, exposing the dark expanse of her belly and most of her hefty round tits, and her wet blonde nest.
Nick pressed his lips against her belly immediately, digging his fingers into her soft buttocks to press her closer. With one hand he reached up blindly and pushed back the shirt from her tits, leaving both of her huge areolas exposed. Then he ran his hand down her hourglass figure, over her bulging breasts and into the hollow of her waist, then around her flaring hips and down her tanned thighs until he was caressing her ankles.
Her belly was undulating as he kissed it, working his tongue into her deep navel and then twirling it in ever-widening circles around the indentation. He could feel her legs trembling, her chest rising and falling heavily.
His tongue was leaving a trail of goose bumps over her belly as he reached up for her tits again. The nipples were hard and pulsing. The heavy mounds quivered from his touch, and he nudged them both and watched them shimmy deliciously. He slid his finger into the crevice between the doughy masses, then pinched both of her nipples in his fingers. He could almost feel the electricity surging through her body.
"Oh, Nick," she breathed out when his tongue moved downward from her navel, her eyes still closed.
Her crotch was level with his eyes, he could see the blonde vee and through it, the pinkness of her cunt lips. Already he could smell the aroma of her lust. Leaving her tits quivering, he palmed his way around in her waist and over her hips, then slipped his hand between her legs to urge them apart.
Nick's prick was rock-hard under his slacks his heart was beating fiercely as he saw her blonde push open somewhat and her cunt lips sparkle just inches from his face. He knew what he was going to do, and he could hardly wait to enjoy Holly's response.
Her cunt hairs were sopping wet when he ran his finger through her bush. He pressed gently against her warm, fluttering pussy lips, and felt a jolt rock her entire body.
"Oh God, Nick!" she blurted out when he moved his head forward and planted a kiss on her belly, just an inch above her blonde hair. "You d-don't have t-to do that…"
"I want to," Nick whispered. "Very much."
Tenderly picking apart her pussy lips with his fingers, he moved his head toward her pungent gash again and blew his breath through the wet tangle.
"Ew, Nick darling!" she warbled. "I feel faint all over!"
Pulling her pussy lips apart further, he kissed the folds softly, then lapped once along the oozing slice. He could feel the shudder run the length of her body. Her breath was growing quick and hard already.
During all of their previous love-making sessions, it was always Holly who lavished her oral talents on Nick. He'd been longing to show her what he could do, longing to watch her writhe in delight from his skillful caresses. And now he was going to eat her pussy as it had never been eaten before – if it had indeed ever been eaten before!