"Let's not waste any more time here," he groaned.
Barry splurged. They took a cab to his place. He gave her the key and told her he would meet her upstairs as soon as he got the food.
In the store he went all out; steaks, potatoes, wine, the works.
"Hey," he called, kicking the apartment door shut behind him. "Where…?"
"I'm going to shower… I hope you don't care."
"Have at it… " Barry said, and deposited the food.
While he got things prepared for dinner, he listened for the water to stop.
When it didn't, he moved into the bedroom and on to the shower.
"Hey… you gonna drown?" he shouted through the partially open bathroom door.
"I… uh… I haven't had a shower for three days," she said. "It feels good."
She was nervous, real nervous, and he knew it.
And he was right.
In the shower, Ellie Rice was debating with herself. She really did want the meal, but she wanted him too. Since she had, been in Chicago, she had tried this very same thing twice before. Both times had been failures.
Could she go through with it this time? The consequences of doing such a thing were as predictable as the arrival of tomorrow. He would fuck her! And she would lose control of herself and let him! Was that what, she wanted?
Yes, she told herself. She had to.
That's what her loins wanted anyway. That's what her moist, twitching cunt wanted. Her body yearned for a man's nakedness pressed against her, her cunt ached for his hot throbbing cock up inside her, her whole being craved for the inevitable consummation such a union would bring!
And yet the small voice in the back of her mind begged her to resist this temptation. How could she let herself be so completely guided by her sexual need?
She picked up the soap and immediately began sudsing her stiff-nippled breasts with one hind and caressing her aching, quaking cunt with the other.
He would be lying on the bed in the next room. He would be naked. Totally naked. Perhaps he would be under the covers. Perhaps not. He would be drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette.
I can't! she thought.
But the rigid, throbbing clitoris beneath her fingertip told her she could.
The bedroom was dark when she opened the bathroom door. The voluptuous contour of her towel-draped body were highlighted by the shaft of light shimmering through the cracks in the drapes.
She quickly padded away from the door and over to the dresser. She dropped her personal effects back into her suitcase and turned to look at Barry.
Light, cast from the bathroom door, illuminated his body. He had pulled the covers up to his waist, but she knew he was naked beneath them.
"Barry… I might as well tell you the truth," she said, standing nervously alongside the bed. "I'm still a virgin."
"I figured something like that," he replied, pounding his cigarette out in an ashtray.
"And I'd like to stay that way."
He looked at her. Normally he would say, "Bullshit". But there was something about her, something beneath what he saw, that he liked.
"Take off the towel," he said.
She let it fall away and sat down on the bed. He took hold of her arm and pulled her down on top of him. Her breasts, loose and unconfined, crushed against his naked chest. His hands immediately began coursing up and down her back. Gently, he kissed her cheek, nibbled at her earlobe. Ellie felt a familiar heat surging inside her, a heat generated by the warm, masculine, demanding body beneath her.
A little breathlessly, she said, "We… we still haven't settled anything yet."
"That's as it should be," Barry muttered as his hand moved down over her full hip and stroked the gentle snowdrifts of her ass cheeks.
There were more protests that buzzed around in Ellie's, brain, but their chance of articulation became more and more futile as her own, body began to respond to his caressing hands. She became increasingly aware of the growing hardness pressing against her right hip, surging upwards beneath the covers, tugging new folds, into the material. Impulsively, she moved her hips in closer to the stiffening cock-stick.
Barry's mouth moved over to her lips. His tongue darted between her teeth, setting off new sparks of sensation within her. When his tongue withdrew momentarily, she followed it with her own until she was probing and exploring the inner surfaces of his mouth.
With each slamming heartbeat, with each panting, rasping breath, with each new contact of flesh upon flesh, Ellie's sensual need grew. And as her need grew, her inhibitions diminished.
A recklessness of spirit consumed her, took control of her senses, her actions, left her helplessly at the mercy of the man beneath her.
And all the time, Barry continued to feed her growing flame of passion.
Encouraged by her increased panting, her own wanton gestures inside his mouth, he could feel the warm, vibrant, fleshy globes of her naked buttocks beneath his palm. Boldly he ran his index finger through the deep crevice between these mounds, feeling first the tight, puckered button of her asshole and then touching the moist folds of her cuntal slit.
Ellie trembled and thrilled to the gesture, and wriggled her ass for more.
Again, he moved his finger up her crack, this time pausing to apply a little pressure on her anus. Ellie pushed her hips back, encouragingly, and Barry gently inserted his finger through the muscle until it was buried up to the second knuckle.
Ellie purred and groaned, nearly swooning with the erotic ecstasy generated by the squirming digit inside her asshole.
But all too soon, it was gone.
Barry pulled his mouth away from hers and, in the next instant, kicked the covers back, exposing his rigid, swollen cock.
Ellie caught only a glimpse of the glorious weapon before once again she was pulled down upon his nakedness. The sensation of hot flesh upon hot flesh was almost too much to bear.
Her nipples erected immediately, pushing through his ample chest hairs and digging into his flesh. Without any urging, she swung her hips over until she was lying flat on him, her legs extended straight between his.
The hot, pulsing strength of his turgid cock was sandwiched between their bodies, pressed snugly into Ellie's belly. She could feel his pubic hairs tickle her twitching cunt lips.
This time she took the initiative. She ground her hips into his groin, and brought her open, voracious mouth down on his. Their tongues sloshed together heatedly. Their hips writhed against each other.
Barry reached down and clutched her buttocks with both hands, pulling her in even harder. His strength both frightened and excited her.
Then he rolled over with her until she was lying on her back and he was on top.
Their mouths remained fused. His hands still gripped her ass cheeks. The only difference now was that her legs were spread, and his were in between.
Ellie brought her trembling hands up to stroke his neck, his powerful shoulders, his smooth, sinewy flanks, and lower still to course over his naked, quivering buttocks.
Knowingly, he lifted his hips slightly and, instinctively, Effie moved her feverish hands down his hips and in between their bodies. She caught hold of his hot, throbbing cock with both hands, and a spasm of delight ran through her whole body. Her fingers began to move up and down the length of his meat, caressing the head, then sliding back along the silky texture of the shaft to cup his bursting balls.
Ellie groaned and squirmed beneath him, stroking his prick faster and faster.