Page 54 of Never Till Now

“Ah yes, it is today.” Of course, he’d know. “Don’t break her heart, son.”

“I don’t have her heart. She’s been through enough to rationally not give it away.” I make an implying face that I’m aware something happened, but walk away before he attempts to talk about it.

My phone buzzes.

Cherries: One of the nurses arrived early and asked if I wanted to leave. I had one more patient left, but he said he would attend to her so I can get ready.

Cherries: I will be ready before 8.

Cherries: Heading home. I know how much you love irrelevant detail that us women give. :p

Me: See you soon. And don’t give me that tongue unless you plan to use it.

Cherries: Maybe if you’re a good boy, I will. Lol

One way or another, this woman is going to be the death of me.

Lauren finishes her last bite of dessert at my favorite Michelin-star restaurant in the city.

“What?” Her cheeks turn a hint of pink when she catches me staring.

“I’m remembering your face when you took your first bite of the parmesan and lavender tortellini appetizer.”

“Everything I have put in my mouth today has been nothing short of phenomenal, thanks to you.” Her hooded eyes drop down my body. “I can’t wait to taste the final course.”

My dick twitches which probably isn’t allowed in a restaurant of this stature. “It’s your birthday. It should be about you.”

“And I want my final treat.” She takes a sip of water, and a smile reaches her eyes.

The check, please.

The crisp wind seeping through my clothes sends a chill to my bones as we walk to the limo. I used one of our drivers today to make her birthday extra special. I duck into the limo after her and her hand immediately rests on my thigh. She shivers in her black silk dress, and I turn the heat higher.

“Thank you for tonight.” She leans back against the seat and turns her head to me. “This was the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed your day.” My eyes flick to her lips, and she brings herself forward, taking my lips with hers.

My hands snake around her waist, pulling her on top to straddle me. Her dress hikes up to her hips as her hands run through my hair, stealing my breath to fuel her need. We snap. Her teeth clash mine in a hard kiss as her hips grind forward against my dick. I tangle my hand in the back of her hair and tug as my arm tightens around her waist. A moan fills the limo as my lips softly suction down her neck to her shoulder. I pay my driver well enough to pretend he doesn’t hear what I damn well know he can through the thin plastic divider. Lauren’s nails rake down the front of my shirt and land on the button of my pants. I reach down to stop her and brush my knuckles down the outside of her panties. The lace material is soaked through as I continue the ghostly pressure of slow circles around her clit.

Her delicate wrists drape around my neck as she pulls me down to lean over her.

“I need you now. No foreplay.” Her voice is breathy, and it takes everything in me to not comply.

“We have enough time.” I capture her lips as the limo heads to a lookout point. “You deserve every type of orgasm.”

She whimpers and opens her legs wider as I slip a finger through her soft folds. My two fingers pump in and out as I kneel beside her with a devilish grin. I grab an ice cube from the drink bin and pop it into my mouth. Leaning down, I curl my fingers and feel the internal textured spot, and at the same time, I run the ice cube along her low stomach. She squirms as a soft high-pitch squeak leaves her mouth. I continue with my finger as the cube melts in my mouth. I run my tongue down her hip until I hover just above her swollen clit. My cool breaths tickle her sensitive spot. Lauren pants as I watch her breasts rise and fall. With her head thrown back and anticipation radiating off her, I still my fingers.

“Ms. McAllister?” I keep my tone assertive, like how I conduct my business meetings. “Watch me.” Her head tilts as her jaw hangs loosely. “Good girl.” Her breathing is so heavy, I feel it hit me down her body.

“Do something!” she rasps with need. “I’m going to come at the thought of coming.”

“Relax, Blondie,” I purr, running my fingertips up her leg, through the crease of her pussy lips and stop on her hip. “Relish every second. Feel your body ache and tingle. Each breath bringing you closer to the edge.” I gently blow across her clit and her back arches, desperate for contact. “There’s no rush.”

“Do that again.” My dick pulses as I blow on her again. Her glistening pussy throbs and contracts. “God, that feels amazing.”

My thumbs press on each side of her folds and I lightly massage them in a circular motion, pulling farther out to the sides when I reach the top by her clit. A sigh releases from her as she tries to relax. I continue up one more time and let my thumbs slowly press in toward her clit until I feel it pop up. I have no doubt I could come at the sight of getting her off. The movements are delicate with intention. I’ve never been so desperate to hear her breathy moans and witness the control she’s managing. Her teeth clench her bottom lip as she fights off finishing in order to build her orgasm.

Lauren’s body is something I can’t help but savor. Licking my lips, I flatten my tongue and lock onto her eyes with mine. With one stroke from her opening to her clit, her hips buck as she cries out. Her hand grabs a fistful of my hair as her hips push forward, taking the exact pressure she needs from me. I keep my pace slow and suck her into my mouth as she fucks my face, coming undone. Her body palpitates as my palm puts pressure on her lower abs and I enter two fingers. As they curl, her tight core soaks them along with the leather seat.