Chapter Seven
Eric was beside himself with worry. He kept looking at his watch wondering what was taking her so long. His pacing was wearing a path on the gravel. He’d never had such feelings before and it made him anxious. The money was nothing but a spit in the bucket.
Standing in the presence of the place he wanted to own had given him a sense of peace. He felt like he had her injected into his veins where he couldn’t scratch the itch. It was currently making him more than a little aroused.
He heard a car approaching and his heart skipped a beat at the very idea that she was going to be standing before him. She was bearing down on his location. He stood his ground. The brakes came on at the last second.
When the dust settled, he was not more than a couple of inches away from the bumper of her Lexus. If she hadn’t timed it exactly right, he would’ve been considered road kill. It should have made him see her differently, but he enjoyed the thrill of having his life flash before his eyes.
The red dress was form fitting and he was this close to opening up his arms in invitation. He denied himself the assumption she was here for anything more than in a professional capacity. It wouldn’t have surprised him to learn what they had done was a metaphorical arrow in her quiver of tricks. A sale like this one would make anyone pull out all the stops.
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, but my work doesn’t begin and end with you. I hope you haven’t been standing here like a deer in headlights for long.” She was tempted to leave without any forwarding address or explanation. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts on the shoulder of the road allowed her to see the bigger picture.
“I just showed up a few minutes ago.” He was lying through his teeth and felt a momentary panic at how much he missed her.
“I don’t know if I should be impressed by how easily you lied to me or not. We hide from ourselves and only let others see what we want them to see. I’m no different.” The mirrored sunglasses helped her to contain the way she was looking at him in a less than subtle fashion.
“We all wear different faces, Claire. I feel like I am showing you the real me.” He wasn’t sure how it was going to play out. He was nervous by how easily he could take her into his arms and never let her go.
“We should go inside.” It was an innocent statement, but underneath there was more of a sexual component rearing its head.
They barely made it through the door when the dress she was wearing was lying at her feet. Her breasts were exposed with the nipples poking through the lace body mesh.
He was staring one moment and then tearing into the very expensive lingerie. The ripping of the material was music to his ears. Down on his knees, he was able to relish in the way her lips were shining with her sexual dew.
“I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m not complaining.” She spread her legs just a little bit further and watched with bated breath as he came closer.
“I wake up thinking about you and I go to bed with nasty thoughts not suitable for young and impressionable ears. I thought it was impossible to find a woman worthy to open myself up to.” He grabbed her with a bit more force than he was meaning to.
“There’s no reason for you to get attached. You don’t have to say anything that you are going to regret in the morning.” She turned her head to the side not wanting to see it coming.
Eric quickly inserted his dominance by sticking out his tongue and licking the inside of her inner thighs. The quivering motion of her body and the way that she gasped let him know that he was going in the right direction.
“You’re like a fine-aged wine and I already feel lightheaded. Everything is so clear that it feels like I’m looking at everything in high definition." He saw the moisture and became quite a force to be reckoned with. Both hands managed to open a hole wide enough for him to salivate at the altar of her sex.
Claire slammed her hand back on the door hard enough to make it rattle on its hinges. The double doors were closed, but the windows were wide open with the drapes billowing in the breeze. It felt like they had been lovers for years. There was no awkwardness and they fit together like two puzzle pieces.
Her leg came off the floor and the red high heels came down with defiance on a chair sitting by the door. She was bracing herself for her momentous climax. There was no telling when it would happen. It was almost spontaneous and could leave her breathless in a matter of seconds.
She began to move with the rhythm of his tongue making sure that he wasn’t going to miss a beat. Moving in a circle, she ground against his mouth and was moaning continuously with a litany of obscenities.
“Fuck that sweet hole…bang that little pussy with your tongue. I am so creamy for your cock and this time I’m not going to take any prisoners...” Her fingernails began to scratch against the door and she broke a couple them off in her enthusiasm.
Eric was enjoying the pleasure on her face and didn’t want her to ever lose the look. She had these come hither eyes. Her chest was flushed and thrust into the air with the nipples calling attention to themselves. Reaching up, he was able to stimulate her other senses by touching on another part of her anatomy. He recognized the shiver of excitement. It made him that much more intent on giving her a reason to scream.
Being with her was like getting a shot of adrenaline right to his privates. His age meant nothing. They were two bodies coming together for the common goal of getting each other off. They found comfort in each other’s arms not realizing they had found what they had been craving all of their lives.
She yelped when she was right on the precipice and suddenly he was using the momentum of standing up to impale her. The look of surprise had a much more believable note because of the way that her mouth drew open upon the initial penetration.
He moved his hands through her hair, pulling lightly and then a little bit harder.
“You have set me free and I’m willing to show you all of me.” Pulling the lips open, she witnessed how her body received him and the way that her pussy had squeezed down in a tight like seal.
“It’s so damn wet and you have the tightness of a virgin on prom night.” He was using a power lifting technique, driving up into her and bringing her off her feet with each stroke. The hand on her back held her steady as he continued the marathon race to the finish line.
The intensity of their fucking had them both moaning in unison with her body repeatedly being slammed into the door. They were hard and determined thrusts predicated on her eyes begging him without saying anything to take her away from everything.
“You’re so fucking hard and now I know how the other half of me feels when you are fucking it. Don’t slow down now. I would hate to think your stamina isn’t up to the task.” Her legs were like scissors around him, closing tightly and pulling him into her.
He felt out of his depth and doing her like he had come back from war was his way of keeping up. Losing steam was only going to put him in a bad light. The assistance of her legs wrapped around him kept him trapped.
She felt him turn until his back was against the door. It wasn’t hard for her to understand he was using the door for support. This made it easier for her to wrap her hands around his neck and hold on for the bucking intensity of his loins coming out of the gate.
“I know what you’re doing and you don’t need to bother. The woman inside me feels like the luckiest woman in the world. She is crying out for you to make her pass out in ecstasy.” Her voice was raised a few octaves above normal.
His feet were tangled in something and he tried to dislodge it while her orgasm was in full swing. Tripping over her dress caused him to land heavily on top of her with his cock spewing forth with a foamy fountain between his legs.
The pain from the landing was overcome by the way that he was still going like an out of control locomotive. Steam was practically coming out of his ears with his face showing his excitement. They moved against each other and he held her from underneath while injecting his meat into her tight sheath. It was a fine line between pain and pleasure. This was something they were both learning together at the same time.
The deposit was leaking around the invading force of his phallus. It coated his shaft when he finally extracted himself from the pleasure surrounding him. Falling forward, he landed with his face firmly nestled between her breasts. He was breathing heavily with his body spent and there was no visible sign of being rejuvenated anytime soon.
“I just want you to know that this time was even better than the first time. It goes without saying that you are definitely in a league of your own. It’s no wonder you gravitated toward sales. Your natural charm is only made that much more irresistible with the way that you can flirt. I won’t let my misguided feelings for you determine how we do business together.” He lay there sticking to her skin and holding her gaze.