Page 45 of The Vegas Rerun
“I didn’t say I wanted to go home,” she says.
“So, you wanted to come back to my place all along?” I ask.
“That’s not the point,” she says.
“It is from where I’m sitting,” I say.
I pull my hand back and when Molly releases my wrist, I take her hand in mine, and we sit that way as we drive through the night.
I’m beyond happy that my little ploy worked. I know Molly wants me as much as I want her. All the signs were there in the way she pressed against me when we were dancing, and in the way her breath caught in her throat when we looked into each other’s eyes, and of course the flirting and the touching. But I know Molly and I know she’s rather stubborn about admitting that there is something between us, so I figured if I just asked her to come home with me, she would say no just out of habit. This way gave her a chance to think about whether she actually did want to come home with me without blurting out a no she would later regret.
Now I know Molly is coming home with me, I can hardly wait to get there. I resist asking Giles to step on it. I don’t want Molly to think I’m desperate, although when it comes to her, I am always desperate for her touch.
Finally, Giles pulls into my underground parking lot. He takes us right to the elevator and I get out of the car. Molly stays put until I open her door and then she thanks me and gets out.
“You’re a fast learner,” I say.
“I had a good teacher,” she replies.
I motion for Giles to wind his window down which he does. I thank him and he nods his head in acknowledgement and then he winds the window back up and he drives off, leaving Molly and me alone. I press the call button for the elevator and when it comes, we step inside.
My apartment is on the top floor, and I hit the button for it, floor seventeen. The ride is fast and the sexual tension between Molly and me is fizzing hungrily. I debate grabbing her and fucking her right here in the elevator, but I don’t want a quickie, I want to savor every second of us being together and I want to make Molly’s body sing for me.
The elevator reaches my floor, and we stumble out and I lead her to my front door. I get my keys out and let us in and I turn the lights on. The living room comes into view. Molly takes my jacket from her shoulders and drapes it over the back of my couch and places her purse on the seat in front of it, and then she walks the rest of the way across the hardwood floor to my window, which is the entire wall of the room. She stands and looks out over the city.
“Wow, nice view,” she says.
“I have a better one,” I say, looking at the way her dress clings to her sexy ass.
She laughs over her shoulder at me.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” I ask.
She turns from the window and walks over to me. She stands up on her tip toes and runs her lips lightly over mine. The tickling sensation drives me crazy, and I wrap my arms around her.
“No. I just want you,” she says.
Now that’s a wish I can grant, and I release her from my arms and take her hand in mine and I lead her to my bedroom. I don’t bother to switch the light on, although when Molly stands in the middle of the room and lifts her dress off over her head, I kind of wish I had.
She stands before me, her chest visibly rising and falling. The orangey colored light from the streetlamp outside of my window baths her in a luminescent glow. For a moment, I can’t move. I’m mesmerized by her, rooted to the spot and held in her thrall. Luckily for me, the spell doesn’t seem to be affecting Molly, and she can still move. She comes towards me, and she brushes her lips across mine again, making me tingle.
Her light, teasing touch only makes me want her more. I go to pull her against me, but before I can, she has dropped to her knees before me, her feet crossed at the ankles behind her and her ass resting on her calves. She reaches up and opens my pants. She pulls them down along with my boxer shorts. She waits while I kick my shoes and socks off and kick the pants and boxer shorts away.
When I’m naked from the waist down, Molly reaches up and takes one of my ass cheeks in each of her hands. She kneads them and then pulls me closer, and she comes up onto her knees. She smiles up at me, a smile so full of lust and wickedness I almost come on the spot. My already hard cock tightens until it feels like an iron bar.
Molly takes hold of the tip of my cock with her lips. She flicks her tongue over the end of it and then she sucks it into her mouth. She sucks on it, her head bobbing up and down and then she takes a long suck and slowly, she takes my full length into her mouth and throat. I feel her throat flex as I hit her gag reflex, but it doesn’t stop her from sucking me greedily.
She comes back to the tip and then takes my full length again and then she speeds up, clenching her hands on my ass cheeks, her nails digging in and leaving little moon shaped crescents on my skin. She sucks me, faster and faster and pleasure floods me and I ball my hands into fists at my sides. I can feel my breathing changing, becoming ragged and each breath feels like slow torture.
Molly decides she isn’t torturing me enough though and she stops bobbing her head and sucking on me. she releases my cock from her mouth and then she starts to lick the tip and then she licks down the length of me like my cock is a melting popsicle and she doesn’t want any drips. It’s hot though not as intense as the actual sucking and I start to get myself under control a bit. As much as I crave a climax like the ones I have with Molly, I don’t want to come yet. I want to be inside of her pussy when I come.
She licks her way back to my tip and then she takes one hand off my ass and holds the base of my cock. She licks the tip again and then she pushes the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip. It’s a strange sensation, something foreign entering, but I like it. She swirls her tongue around and I moan, and I feel her lips pull back as she smiles. She teases me with her flicking tongue for a moment longer, and then she plunges me back into the back of her throat.
She goes wild, her mouth working overtime on me, her tongue rubbing my length as she suckles me. I take it for as long as I can and then I have to stop her. I step back, pulling my cock from her mouth. She looks up at me in surprise.
“I’m going to come if you keep on doing that and I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy,” I say.
“Your wish is my command,” Molly says with a grin then she gets up off the ground. She lowers her panties and kicks them away, then she steps out of her shoes and takes my hand and leads me to my bed.
