Most guys would feel a rush of relief after coming to this realization. But I didn’t. I had already blown it with Tilly. That made the whole revelation damnable.
Chapter 19 – Jenna
The party turned out to be a smashing success. Surprisingly, with the weather being much more accommodating than it was yesterday almost everyone showed up for a drink or a quick slice of dessert with some very lively conversation.
“I was a little skeptical, Jenna.” Michael whispered to me while one of his partners was entertaining everyone with a story abut his latest trip to Prague. “But you really put together a nice affair.”
“You’re having a good time?” I asked him as I leaned in a little closer.
“Well, there is one thing that I do think needs your attention.” He slipped his hand into mine and quietly pulled me away to the laundry room that was at the other side of the house.
There were guests meandering around everywhere sipping their cocktails and enjoying the massive spread of food we had catered. I received compliment after compliment on the decorations as well as my dress. Of course, it was red, low cut in the front and a little swishy around the bottom so that it flowed and waved when I walked.
No one noticed we had slipped away.
When Michael closed the door and turned the tiny lock I knew what was coming.
“I’ve been trying to keep my hands to myself all night.” He said. “I can’t wait anymore. Did you do what I asked you to?”
“What are you talking about?” I whispered knowing darn well what he was talking about.
“Tell me you don’t have any panties on under that dress.”
“Michael, we have to get back.”
“Come here.”
I backed up against the wash machine and shook my head no. But Michael stepped up to me. His strong, powerful legs only needed two strides to reach me. Before I could slip around him he had his hands around my waist and lifted me up to sit on the white appliance.
Forcing my legs apart with his waist I froze. Holding my breath I looked in his eyes as his hands moved slowly up my thighs. When he reached my hips he smiled devilishly.
“I knew you weren’t wearing any.”
“Michael, we can’t have sex in here. Our guests. They may need us.” I pretended to be worried and tried to close my legs but it was no use. Michael had something in mind and once Michael Prine made up his mind there was no changing it.
“I haven’t given you all of your Christmas presents yet.” He whispered. He leaned forward and started kissing my neck while he stood between my thighs that were getting hotter and hotter by the second. “You’ve been an awfully good girl.” He continued to talk as he kissed down my neck to my tits.
Michael was abreast man. If I wanted something and didn’t want to come right out and ask it all I had to do was wear a tight t-shirt and he’d be offering me whatever I wanted. It was important that I let him think most things were all his idea. But it was worth it. Like now, he was rubbing my nipples making them good and hard through the fabric of my dress and I still wasn’t sure what he was up to.
“Michael, what are you planning on…”
Before I could finish my sentence he pulled my legs toward him, spread them wide and dove into my pussy, kissing it as passionately as he would my lips. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t like him. Maybe he had too much to drink or maybe he was just feeling especially generous. But as soon as he started to flick his tongue up and down I my body ignited. I leaned back even further, offering him every bit of me, spreading my legs as he buried his face in my sex.
I wanted to scream but couldn’t. Not with all of our family and friends just on the other side of this thin wooden door. They would know I was having my pussy devoured by Michael. I rocked my hips back and forth as he licked me. Then, before I could stop him he found my clit. I didn’t think I could get any wetter but as he massaged my bud with his tongue, rolling it over and over in circles I felt my stomach tighten.
“Don’t stop.” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
He shook his head but didn’t stop eating me. The sensation sent rippling waves of pleasure over me. I was riding a wave toward my orgasm and couldn’t wait to crash. I spread my legs even further as my body shuddered.
Michael reached up and took hold of my breast and kneaded it forcefully, flicking my nipple in the same motion he was moving his tongue sending lightning bolts of heat between my legs. My mind stopped working and I would have agreed to anything he said as long as he didn’t stop.
“Michael.” I panted. “Oh yes. Yes.”
Finally, he took my clit between his lips and gently sucked it sending me over the edge. My hips bucked wildly. I couldn’t stop them. My stomach tightened and released and tightened again and released as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. He kept me coming until I was exhausted, begging him to let me catch my breath.
Finally, he pulled his lips away and with his hand caressed my sex like he was trying to sooth a overexcited animal. I slowly came down feeling light and sexy and relaxed all at once. With his hands on my waist he helped ease me off the washing machine. My legs were weak and rubbery but I managed to stay standing.
“You keep those panties off.” He ordered. “I might want to do that again.”