Page 50 of 7 Miles High
Chapter 16
Natalie
The door closes behind us, cutting all ties with the world. It’s just he and I now. The very concept of time is changing with his affect. I want to be with him every day and I think he wants the same. It’s a kind of torture when we are in two different places.
“Let’s shut off our phones,” he says, taking the cell from his pocket.
The look I’m getting is clear. I see the animal in Parker rise. Ohhhh. It’s the one that showed up in Cancun that first time. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear the call. ‘Release the hound!’
I disable the phone and leave it and my purse on the foyer table. I’m in his arms before I can take another step.
The kiss. I’m carried to that world only he and I occupy. The one that consists of pure pleasure. Our tongues touch and tease the others, and my pussy pinches with desire. I’ve never been kissed by another man like this. It’s with patience and appreciation. It’s controlled desire which waits just beyond the doing.
He starts taking off his clothes. Right here, a mere two steps into the condo. I’m going to watch the show. First the shoes get kicked off. He loses the watch and it gets placed next to the phones. He lifts the soft shirt over his head and stands shirtless in front of me. Now the pants.
It’s a slow reveal. Each button released from its buttonhole captivity. As the pants drop to the floor he steps out of them and removes the socks in one smooth move. Now it’s just his boxer briefs between me and that exquisite cock. Gimme.
I move in front of him and put my fingers on either side of the waistband, slowly lowering them to the perfect first stop. The peen ravine. He’s got the best I’ve ever seen, two channels pointing the way down in case I get lost in his six pack. He lets me take it from here.
My hand moves across the fabric and plays with his desire. I tease my touch, getting near the growing bulge but not settling on it. A low moan slips from his lips and when it does I sense my panties getting a bit wet. Anticipation is a glorious thing.
There’s a moment when my eyes lift to his and all that we want from the other passes between us. All without words. Lust, connection, love. My hand slips under the elastic and wraps around his manhood. It never fails to metaphorically take my breath away. It’s stunning. That’s all. Just perfect. It brings out the gypsy in me. Every time.
“Baby,” is all he says. But it’s heavy with control. Like it’s taking everything he has not to take me here. Taking my face in his palms he kisses me. Long, deep, till it feels like there’s nothing else that could be as good as this moment. But I’m wrong. He starts to undress me.
He turns me around and unzips my dress. As he does it his lips kiss a trail from neck to waist. Keeping my back to him, his hands reach inside for my breasts and cup them. It’s not entirely gently and I like it. Over and through the flimsy fabric of my bra he pinches and plays with my hard nipples. My hands reach up and back and bring his face to my neck, where he nuzzles and licks. Ohhhh.
“I need to look at you naked,” he says. “Turn around.”
I turn and slide the dress from my shoulders. Stepping out, I take his hand and bring it to my pussy. I need to feel his fingers inside me. Now. Without a beat he slips it inside the silk and rests it on top of my lips. Fuck me. He stays perfectly still for a moment, building my desire. He knows I like that. Both our breathing’s elevated, and I see his nostrils flare like a panther’s.
Pat. Pat. Pat. A perfect rhythm of hand against hidden clit. I’m pushing against it, but knowing he will not go any faster. He likes when I beg for it.
“Your lips are wet already. I can hardly wait to taste those sweet juices.”
So he doesn’t wait. He drops to his knees, right on the tile floor, and rips my panties off.
“Ohhh! That’s right, baby. Kiss me there.”
I pull his head against me and spread my legs. Having your pussy licked while in high heels is an awesome thing. It’s just sexy, plain and simple. He grabs my ass and worships it with his strong hands, fingers massaging and exploring the terrain. He spanks me and it makes me want more.
He wets his finger with my pussy juices and goes back to my ass. While his tongue divides my lips and searches for the clit, his finger is making a trail down my crack. As it gets close to my asshole he slows. So far this has been the sole ‘no trespassing’ locale. But I have to admit there’s something about it that intrigues me. Maybe it’s just that I don’t want to be fucked there, but I do want to see what the excitement is about. So I don’t stop his exploration.
There’s no pause, or request for permission to proceed. He just takes my silence as agreement and goes right to the mother lode. His finger hovers over it at first, but quickly starts to play and discover what seems to please me. All the while my pussy is getting a tongue bath and it’s hard for me to separate one pleasure from the other.
As his finger enters me I automatically begin to clench. Think that it is simply the idea of what’s about to happen, not the actual event. He looks up at me, with my juices all over his lips.
“Relax, babe. I’ll go slow.”
I hold on to his shoulders and let him proceed. Very gently and slowly he lifts his finger into my ass. Ohhh. Ohhh. I have an urge to go up on my tiptoes. So far I’m not feeling any sexual reaction other than the fact I think it’s kind of naughty. For me that is the turn on. But I can’t say there’s anything else to the event. Parker watches my face and reads my expression.
“Not enjoyable?”
“Can’t say that it is. Maybe I haven’t given it a chance. I do like that you’re such a naughty boy.”
“Me? I’d say you’re the naughty one here letting me play with your asshole.”
That makes us both start laughing.
