C H A P T E R F I V E
Lincoln
Her body is slack, unfocused, losing control. I spin her around and lower her gently onto the black velvet sofa in my office. Her hair is a complete mess, sweat-soaked blond strings half covering her face, sticking to her damp lips so that they shiver along with every breath. She’s utterly awe-inspiring. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Now your last name.” I run the backs of my fingers down from the crown of her head, watching her half-lidded eyes flutter, the anticipation clear. Then I clear the errant hair from her face while she pants and gathers her strength for a reply.
“I can’t...” she pleads, shaking her head side to side, tears in her eyes. “I can’t. There’s no way I can come again.”
Her frustration only feeds my need to prove her wrong, makes me want to show her how good things will be. For us. My mouth watering, I press my foot between hers, nudging them apart, forcing her to expose her drenched cunt to my view.
Her white shirt and schoolgirl tie are looking a bit less pressed than when she arrived a few hours ago, but they still give her such an air of innocence. She’s so sweet and at the same time so worldly. For a moment, a flash of doubt that a jewel such as this would not have a man in her life crosses my mind. Of course she does. There’s a boyfriend waiting somewhere for her to come home. A husband, even.
As if she’s read my mind, she adds to her former statement, “Not that anyone’s ever really tried.”
There’s a hint of hope in her words, and it drives more blood into my already pained erection. But as much as I need the release, I won’t acquiesce to my own base needs. Not now. Not yet.
Now is for her.
For us both.
Because the orgasm I just felt soak my hand was more enjoyable for me than any of my own from the first to the last. I can’t imagine what will happen when I come inside her the first time. It may just be the end of me because I’m not sure I will live through it.
“I’m going to kiss you, Kick. Then my mouth is going to enjoy the taste of all that juice on your cunt.”
I lean down, locking my arms on either side of her hips, and take her mouth in a demanding kiss. I maintain that contact, even as I lower myself to kneel in between her open legs, my tongue swirling around hers, tasting the sweetest mouth I could ever know.
When I pull back, her eyes are hazy, and her thighs tighten around my hips.
“I feel like I’ve wanted you for so long. Like I’ve known you for a very long time, but we’ve been kept apart.”
She hesitates, then licks her lips as she stares deep into my eyes. “I have this dream,” she says, her voice husky. “It comes back again and again, and you’re there. I never did see your face, but I know it was you. How can that be?” Desire flashes in her eyes like a long-forgotten seam of jewels in the dark of an emerald mine.
“Some things are worth the wait. Some things we can’t explain. But I know that I want to map every untold path of that beautiful pussy of yours with my tongue. So get comfortable, Holli, you’re going to be giving me your last name very soon.”
I slip my hands under her ass cheeks and pull her drenched slit upward as I bring my open mouth down to take what’s mine.
The first second her flavor spreads over my tongue, I’m gone. She owns me, and I don’t give a shit. Her flavor was mixed in heaven with my name on it, and I’m never letting her go. I can’t. I’d die before I’d let her get away from me now.
She settles into the soft sofa, lifting her legs high and wide for me, her hands coming to rest on my head as I take my time tenderly licking each delicate petal. Sucking up each drop of her dew and drinking it down into myself, making her part of me.
I come up to kiss her outer lips, locking eyes with her once again, soaking up her desire, her need. I want to remember this moment forever. Goosebumps cover her skin, and I run my nose up and down the sensitive crease between her labia and her upper thigh.
She winces and jumps, but my hands hold tight to the soft flesh, securing her.
“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere. Your cunt and I just had a little talk. It said it’s been waiting for me. And I said I need proof.”
Confusion clouds her face as she swallows, holding back from the precipice of her orgasm, borrowing my strength to stay poised on the edge.
“Proof?” It comes out on a moan as I flick my tongue against her exposed, swollen clit.
“Yes. I want proof it’s been waiting for me. Your cunt will soak my face. Give me that second orgasm and your last name. Then after that, I’ll bring you to climax again and draw every last shiver from your body until it is limp and I’ve had my fill. For now.”
“God...” A wickedly sweet smile pulls her red lips to the side. “You keep talking like that, and you won’t even need to put your mouth on me.”
Her hands are still wound into my hair, and I feel the slightest bit of pressure as her desperation for relief grows.
“Say please,” I growl, the tips of my fingers digging into her ass, shoving her hips up and back a few inches, and centering my face just an inch from her shining pussy.
“Begging wasn’t part of our bargain,” she whispers, the need in her eyes tightening her already solid grip on my heart.
“Being polite doesn’t mean you are begging, Kick. It means you are polite. Now, let me hear you say it like the good girl you are. Say please, and we will both get what we want.”
I softly blow on her splayed folds, sending her thighs shivering and her head grinding backward into the sofa cushion.
“I won’t lick you until I hear it.” I raise one eyebrow. “Won’t put my lips around your clit and pull it into my mouth. Won’t shove my tongue so far inside that sweet fucking cunt until you—”
“Please!” Her hands tug at my hair, and her knees spread so far I think I hear her hip joints pop. “Goddammit please, please, please...”
I’m done. My mouth engulfs her. Within a few seconds, the first of her orgasms by my mouth, gives me the ultimate prize. Filling my mouth and throat with more juice than I thought possible. It’s more beautiful than any masterpiece in any museum. Any priceless wine or rare cuisine.
For a moment, the deal I made with Rudolf Meyer floods my thoughts. The change in my life I’d dreamed of now feels so very different. Where I’m supposed be in five days hits me like a baseball bat to the chest. I push it all away, unwilling to let anything soil a second with her.
Her body twists and writhes, but I hold fast, sucking on her until tears stream down her cheeks and her thighs are plastered, soaking and sticky, to the sides of my face.
I lift my mouth only enough to speak.
“Last name,” I order.
“Holliday. I’m Holli Holliday.” Her words are barely audible, filled with her pleasured breaths.
“Oh no, you’re not. You are much more than that. You are mine.”