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I feel every nerve ending come alive.
My right hand suddenly stops working. “I'm sorry but I need...” I moan as I rise upwards. My thighs tighten around her head, my hips dipping and rising as I use her lips, chin, tongue, nose, mouth, all of her to please me. Faster, harder. “Don’t you dare stop!” I cry as my body is totally lost.
She gasps as her arms loop up and curl backward over my thighs. Her hands stretch out and grab my ass. She spreads my cheeks out before delivering two slaps. First, the right cheek, then the left. Almost before I can register the sharp pain, she spreads me nice and wide and licks me, her tongue flicks against me before turning her head to bite my ass cheek hard enough to leave teeth marks.
She then drops her head and assists in my needy grind, firming up her tongue and letting me make sure to feel everything as my pussy slides up and down her face. Sometimes she traps my clit between her lips and lets me feel the pressure.
“Yes … yes …. fuck yes. I'm there. I'm so there.” But her pussy. I need her. I want her. My hands stretch forwards, nails scraping up her thigh as my mouth hunts for her sweetness, my tongue slipping between her lips so she can feel my moans and screams. God, it's so good. “Baby, you make me so wet. So needy. I can't stop,” I moan out against her.
I can't move much, I'm too far gone, but I breathe against her pussy, letting her feel my moans, pants, and gasps as I lose control and submit to her expert tongue. My knees slide wide. My pussy pressed against her face. The pressure on my clit is the most delicious sensation, and as I feel her finger push deep inside my anus, my orgasm floods through me like a tsunami taking everything in its path.
Her feet come together, her legs forming a diamond for leverage, and she thrust upwards, giving me all her pussy as I come.
The second I start to gain control, I remember I am lying on top of her and raise myself a little so she can catch her breath. But she holds my ass tightly to her and her finger is still deep inside me. She spreads my pussy with her mouth and her tongue keeps lapping gently at me.
It’s her turn. I start to lick her, properly, hungrily, giving her the attention she deserves.
I am pushing through, my clit is so sensitive, it's become so hard. But I channel it. I use it to lick her harder. She pushed me to my limits, claiming all of me. Making me hers as I make her mine.
My fingers join the efforts of my tongue and tease both her vagina and her anus. I continue to lick and suck her clitoris as my 0wn finger pushes carefully inside her tight asshole. I her her call out and feel her pull me in tighter, and it turns me on more and more as we purr and rock against and inside each other.
I push deeper inside her as she relaxes into it and I feel her deep inside my own ass.
We climax in near synchrony. There is no end and no beginning to us. Just a circle of never-ending pleasure.
The second attempt I make that day to get ready, I do so with no champagne, less flirting, and much more alone. I see my crumpled clothes scattered around the penthouse, and it’s not like I could wear last night's outfit anyway to see my Grandmama so I have to go begging.
“Erm, Dahlia, do you think I could borrow something of yours to wear?” I ask nervously, feeling like I am being cheeky.
She is laid across the couch idly thumbing through a magazine. She is dressed in cute pants and a fitted tee. It is effortless the way she looks so good in absolutely anything.
“No, because my clothes won’t fit you or suit you, but if you check the wardrobe, you will find some things your size and style. Also underwear, socks, shoes etc. They are yours, I had them picked up for you, so take whatever you want. We can order more if you need them, anything you want or need- it is just the basics to make things a little easier,” she says everything so casually, but for me, it is a big deal. Like shopping but without leaving the house.
I dash back through in my towel to the bedroom and pull open the huge fitted wardrobe. It is obvious that the right side is for Dahlia. It is overspilling with outfits of all colors, shapes, and sizes, but then on the left is a tidy little section just for me.
It is all branded, expensive sportswear, and whoever ordered it knew perfectly my size, shape, and style. I pull out the drawers and find perfectly pressed panties, matched and folded socks, sports bras and crop tops. The next draw holds a little more …well. Lingerie is the polite word for them, but as I pull a pair of black lace panties out, I can see the crotchless center that runs straight through the middle.
“I can get us anything like that, that you want. Outfits, toys, games. It isn’t an issue. Just write a list and it will be in the wardrobe before you get back. If you want?”
I jump a little; I hadn’t heard her behind me. But then I relax and place the panties back in the drawer.
“Why don’t you write one, whilst I am gone. Think of the things you like, you want. what you have tried, haven’t tried and then we can…” I pause as I think of the word and I feel my aching sex pulse at the thought. “Experiment,” I finish.
“I can do that,” Dahlia says in a light, breathless whisper.
“Good girl.”
9
Her driver takes me out of the city but not all the way. Instead, I decide to run the rest. I need it, my body needs it, and my coach will kill me if I don’t get some distance running in. It gives me some time to go through my thoughts and feelings.
Dahlia Dante. Already the images of her that I had have begun to fade. I don’t put the real her together with the superstar I have seen on the TV and in magazines. She is not that person. She isn’t who people think she is at all, and for that, I feel so lucky that I get to have the real her.
I have to rein in my feelings though which I can feel rapidly getting out of hand. That in itself is strange for me. I feel overwhelmed with tenderness for her and as I think back to past lovers, I realise it is my first time feeling anything like this.
These feelings have to calm down though.
This is only a short-term thing with Dahlia. For sure, she will leave the city within a couple of weeks. And yes, there is the possibility that she will return, but there would be no guarantee things would pick up again between us. It isn’t just about the the short term nature of things. I mean, I have signed a contract, and taken money for my services for goodness’ sake! I shouldn’t get ahead of myself about what this is. It is sex. It is about enjoying each other right now, at the moment, and then moving on. I shouldn’t waste my time thinking about anything else; I have to put a stop to my feelings that go past that point.
