Winter In August

by Mia Villano

  “Gabby.”

  “You like that?” I asked, watching him close his eyes and moan. I loved having this power over him. I continued to suck the tip of his cock as the pearls massaged the length. I felt the throb between my legs, and as I stroked him, my other hand went to my pussy as I fingered myself. I was slick with want and so close to an orgasm. I continued to massage his cock with the strand of pearls. My hand rolled them up and down as I watched his expressions. The look on his face told me he was enjoying what I was doing to him.

  Colt was watching me fingering myself. His lips looked swollen and his eyes filled with lust.

  “Let me taste you,” he whispered. I took my finger out and put it in his mouth. I straddled his thigh so my clit was rubbing against something. As he sucked, he bucked his hips while I continued to stroke him with the pearls. He growled and within seconds, he came all over my hand. I came with him, rubbing my clit against his leg and watching him orgams. Finally, exhausted we both fell asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace. We had a night I wouldn’t forget for a long time.

  The next morning, we made coffee together in the kitchen and I fed him my famous fried egg in Italian bread with peppers. He ate three and could have eaten more.

  When Colt dressed and went to the office, I let his driver take me to the salon. I kissed him goodbye, knowing he was going to be gone for the night on business. I was tired of my favorite people leaving me all the time.

  “Be good.” He laughed as the car stopped in front of Gino’s.

  “I’m too exhausted to be anything but good, Colt. You wore me out last night. I’m sore everywhere.”

  “Good. I want to keep you that way. I’m having a difficult time walking as well. The pearl trick you did to me, where the hell did you learn something like that? Here I was going to use them on you.”

  “I can’t reveal my sources,” I smiled at him and remembered I had read how to do that in one of those romance novels.

  “I’m going to miss you.” I continued.

  “Wow, you actually said that. I’m surprised. My skills in the bed are softening your staunch hatred toward mushy stuff I see.” He kissed me softly.

  “It may be more, Colt Andrews.”

  “I like the sounds of that. I will see you in a few.”

  I kissed him and headed into the salon. I walked into Tab smiling at me and the front of the salon in the waiting area full of customers.

  “Girl, what took you so long getting out of the car? How come you didn’t take the subway this morning?” Tab winked at me as he handed me a coffee.

  I simply waved my hand in the air and walked back to my station. I had no words for what happened and basically was too tired to respond.

  When I arrived home later, there was a beautiful black box sitting outside my door. I knew who the gift was from. No one bought me gifts until I met Colt. The box said Bracli Boutique. I opened it up and to my surprise, there was a pearl thong inside. I held up the uncomfortable looking thong and studied it closely. The pearls went from front to back and were held in place by a delicate lace band. I’d read about this, but never wore one. The overly priced undergarment was almost too beautiful to wear. There was a card inside. “Wear these and think of me.” I picked up my cell and called him.

  “You like your gift I presume.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “I’ll be home tomorrow. I want you to wear the pearls all day till you see me.”

  I hesitated. This could not be too comfortable to wear all day. I agreed I would try, and if I didn’t like how the pearls felt, the thong was coming off.

  “Are these supposed to get me all hot and bothered for you, Mr. Andrews.” I laughed into the phone, studying the gift more closely.

  “That’s the whole point. I don’t want you getting yourself off until I’m home. I want you so hot by the end of the day, you can’t wait to ravage me. Do you understand?”

  “Sure, this can’t be comfortable.”

  He laughed on the phone. “I guarantee you’ll like what these pearls do to you.”

  “Are you wearing one?” I laughed.

  “Not quite. Listen, I’m headed into a meeting. Put the thong on tomorrow morning and I will see you in the evening.”

  The next day I did as Colt requested and put the thong on and headed to work. I was apprehensive putting on what looked like jewelry and a sex toy in one. Not one to not experiment, I carefully and strategically put on the thong. The pearls rubbed me in all the right places as I walked around my bedroom. I checked myself out in my full-length mirror and was surprised how good the thong made my ass look. I took a picture of myself and texted Colt, hoping he would appreciate my ass. The feel of the cool string of pearls was sinfully exquisite. I finished getting dressed and tried to ignore the sensual feelings erupting as I went about my business. Acting normal became difficult. By the time I made my way to work, my blood ran hot through my body and I was wetter than hell. Sitting was very challenging. One of the pearls was placed tight on my clit and I needed extreme self-control not to lose it on the subway into work. Colt must have been reading my mind and called.

  “Are you wearing my present?”

  “Yes, I have to say this present is wonderful. I may not last till you get home.”

  “Don’t touch yourself. Let the feelings build for me. Every” Oh God, was he kidding. I had to go all day like that and it was ten in the morning. There was no way I was going to last all day.

  “Trying. I’m so wet.”

  “Thanks, I have to sit through a meeting for a couple of hours thinking about your wet pussy.”

  “Deal with it, Mr. Andrews. You should be in my shoes.”

  “I would love to be in your pussy and will be in nine hours.”

  “You’re mean.”

  “See you at five.”

  There were at least two times I wanted to go into the bathroom and take care of myself. The pearls were on my clit and my ass and every time I moved, so did the pearls. The only thing saving me from going out of my mind was the fact I would see Colt that evening.

  Later in the afternoon, I arrived back home, so worked up, I thought I would pass out. I recognized the sound of his Porsche at precisely five. I made sure I was naked except for a strand of pearls, the pearl thong, and a pair of Louboutins when I greeted him at the door.

  “Gabby, what a greeting.” He ripped off his sunglasses, grabbed me in his arms, and immediately sucked on my nipples. He tugged gently on the pearl thong. The pearls rubbed my clit and I gasped as the orgasm immediately plowed through me. Finally, I came and came hard while he held me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried me to my room.

  He put me down and began to strip off his suit. “I like the outfit.” He looked me up and down and licked his lips hungrily. I pushed him on the bed as soon as his boxers came off. After what I went through, this was my turn. I was so fucking horny; the one orgasm was an appetizer.

  I took one of my scarves I had by the bed, tied his wrist, and looped the scarf through the bed posts. I knew how to tie snug from my dad at the electrical store. Who knew those skills would pay off in this way?

  I had one arm secure, and I straddled him while I tied the other arm with yet another scar. He was trying to grab my breasts in his mouth while I hovered over him.

  “No, no Mr. Andrews, not yet.” I laughed, and my pulse quickened as the control became mine.

  “Gabby.” I ignored him and trailed soft kisses along his arms and his chest. My mouth closed over his as he slipped in his tongue and I gently sucked. The coolness of the pearls touching my hot skin was arousing. I brushed my breasts against his chest, and my nipples hardened from his soft skin. I lifted my head and smiled at him.

  “You must like this, Colt?”

  Before he could answer I brushed wet soft kisses down his tight muscular body. Slowly and tortuously I moved down his body to his perfect cock.

  “Gabby, suck me or put me inside you.”
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br />   “Not yet. I’m going to make you wait like I had to today. We’re going to play for a while first. Do you have a safe word?” I smiled at him.

  “Do I need a safe word?”

  “Damn right, you need a safe word. What’s the word going to be?”

  “Pearls.”

  “Perfect since that seems to be the theme for tonight.”

  “We have a theme?” Colt smiled.

  “You are mine all night, Colt to do whatever I want. I’m so fucking horny. You better be well rested for me.” My hand went to his cock, and I stroked him. A moan escaped his mouth.

  “Fuck, I want to touch you.” He arched against the restraints and buried his head into the pillows. I kissed him back up to his lips and took another scarf and tied it over his eyes. I touched my drenched sex and rubbed my wet fingers on his lips.

  “Taste this, Colt.” I purred.

  “It’s you. Oh God, let me have more. Put your pussy up here on my face.”

  “Not yet, baby.” I let my hair tickle his body while I worked my way to his cock again. I stroked him and sucked on his balls. The muscles in his legs tightened. The tip showed his passion and I licked pre-cum off. He moaned and arched his back. I enjoyed letting my tongue run up and down his shaft. Each time I licked him, I would suck ever so slightly. I was enjoying sucking him and watching him lift his hips with each lap of my tongue.

  I let my tongue trail the inside of his thighs and down to his ankles and across the arch of his feet. I took my time and leisurely enjoyed every gorgeous inch of him. I crawled up to him and put my pussy on his face. I didn’t let it touch him, I hovered over his mouth. He was blindfolded and couldn’t see anything. I brushed my pussy lips across his mouth and Colt reached to lick me.

  “Gabby, please I want you,” Colt begged, pulling his arms.

  “Soon, baby. We’re still playing. I’ll decide when you can touch me. You aren’t ready yet.”

  Once I made my way to his cock again with kisses, I took off the set of pearls I wore. I used my mouth to lubricate his penis. I wrapped the pearls a couple of times and grabbed him in both of my hands. I stroked his cock up and down and twisted the pearls at the same time. When he moaned, I moved my hands to the neck of his shaft and twisted my hands. I moved my pearl thong to the side, and eased myself on him, pearls and all. As I lifted up and down, the sensation was indescribable. His moans told me I was doing something he liked. Since Colt’s arms were tied to the bed I touched my breasts and tugged on my nipples as I enjoyed the feel of the beads rubbing me in all the right places. Colt arched his back to push inside of me harder. Both of us came as the pearls stroked us both in a perfect way.

  “Baby, untie me. Pearls, Pearls.” After I had come down from the orgasm, I climbed off him and untied his arms. He ripped the blindfold off his eyes and grabbed me by the waist, devouring me with kisses. That night was insane as we ravaged each other till the wee hours of the morning. Pearls were my new favorite piece of jewelry.

  Chapter 18

  I tried to get out of flying until the day arrived, the four of us decided to make a long weekend out of Colt’s business trip. Harper, Tieg, and I tagged along with him to Miami to enjoy the weather, and get away for a few days.

  I had flown five times in my life, the first being when my grandfather died in Florida. I was eleven years old, and it was me and my dad. The plane hit horrible turbulence, and I was terrified enough the stewardess had to calm me down. That was the last time I flew until I was in high school. Each time was bad and the last time I flew, Harper and I were going to Florida for spring break. Harper practically had to carry me on because I drank so much before, I couldn’t walk. This time, Colt promised my experience would be different. First, we were taking a private jet, one from Andrews Aviation. Second, his best friend who was a pilot was going to fly the plane, so he could be with me, and third, he promised to take me at thirty thousand feet. I was almost fine when I walked into this luxury jet resembling an elaborate hotel room. The seats were like oversized leather recliners with a table in between and a flat screen television with each one. Colt went up front for a while to hang out with the pilot as I nervously buckled in. Tieg and Harper settled in and champagne was already served. Though I had already had three whiskeys over ice, I accepted the champagne with shaky hands and a racing heart.

  Harper sensed my nervousness. She’d been through flying with me before and she swore she would never fly with me again. The words “private jet” must have changed her mind.

  “You okay, Gabs?” she asked. Harper called me Gabs when she had been drinking.

  “Are you sure we should be going?”

  “Come on this is a private jet, and Colt won’t let anything happen to us.” I waved my hand at her and tried not to glance out any of the numerous windows.

  Before takeoff, Colt came back to sit with me and hold my hand. He didn’t wear his normal pilot “uniform” like I was hoping he would. I liked when he wore his uniform. He showed up at the salon wearing it one afternoon, and it was all I could do not to take him in the back room and ravage him.

  Harper and Tieg seemed to be enjoying each other's company, kissing and whispering as the plane headed down the runway.

  “Okay?” asked Colt as he grabbed me and kissed my fingers.

  “No, I hate this. How long did you say this will take?”

  “Two hours. Don’t sweat. As soon as we are flying, I want to show you around. I have a surprise for you.” He winked and kissed me. His face was clean shaven this time since he had an important meeting, and his hair I’d trimmed for him earlier in the week. He looked delicious.

  The plane sped up faster, and I dug my hands into the seat armrest holding on. I closed my eyes and buried my face in Colts shoulder as the “missile” rose off the ground and into the air.

  Once the plane was in the air and the light flashed you could unbuckle your seat belts, Colt grabbed a bottle of champagne out of the fridge two glasses and my hand. He led me to the back where he wanted to show me something. In the back was not a restroom, but a huge bedroom with a round bed, television and what looked like a shower and bath. I was stunned this was in an airplane.

  “Wow! I’ve never seen this on a commercial flight,” I smiled.

  “This is commercial stepped up a bit, Gabby,” Colt laughed.

  “I like the bed. Tell me Marco has not rolled around back her in this one with some teenager.”

  “No, this is my personal jet. I use this for myself and very special clients. No one has used this bedroom, but me.” Colt took off his suit jacket and laid it on a chair. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and took off his tie.

  “Oh great, I’m sure Marlene has had her extensions whipping all over in here.”

  He laughed and shook his head. “Not Marlene, no she hasn’t been in this one. Claire was the only woman I had in the bedroom.”

  “I’m sorry for asking.” I drunkenly walked to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. For a brief second, I forgot I was on a plane.

  “I have my ways of getting over your fear of flying, Gabby.” He began kissing me as I looked at him.

  “Oh, is that right? A good role in the hay will help me not think we are in a speeding missile about to crash at any moment.”

  “Yes, I believe this will.” He set the champagne down and started to take my clothes off. I was wearing a little black dress and no panties with my lace bra. I knew we would be up to this. I didn’t realize airplane sex would be in a bed. I had the back bathroom more in mind when he said we would be fucking at 30,000 feet.

  He lifted my dress past my ass which he squeezed and grabbed on to it. His other hand rubbed against my slick pussy. The muscles in his neck and arms bulged as he pushed me down.

  “Lay back on the bed and forget where you are at for at least two hours.”

  “Two hours. You can go two hours?” I laughed.

  “I believe I can, and we will have to see.” I swallowed and closed my eyes as a turbulent m
ade the plane jump. Oh God.

  “Don’t you have to copilot or something?”

  The plane dipped again.

  “What was that? Are we going down?”

  “The only thing going down is my face on your pussy. Stop. You’re safe.” He said as he kissed my neck and unclasped my bra. His body tensed as he looked at me. I ran my hands over his flat stomach and reached for his belt. We were both breathless with lust.

  “This if the first on a plane for me. I will officially be part of the mile-high club, if we don’t crash,” I said as the plane dipped through another turbulent.

  Colt already had his head between my legs as his tongue worked its magic tracing each wet inch of me. I was dizzy from the drinks and the feeling of an orgasm coming soon. My pulse raced and the plane kept dipping.

  “Oh Christ, Colt. I won’t be able to get there if this keeps up. I’m getting terrified.” I dug my fingers into his shoulders. He was too busy to realize. He stopped for a second.

  “Come Gabby, it’s all fine. Think about what I’m doing to you.”

  He started sucking on me and that was all I needed. I forgot where I was and let the orgasm build up in me. A climax traveled through me hard and deep within. I grabbed on to Colts hair, pulling him more inside me.

  “That’s my girl. You love when I do this. I love feeling your orgasm go through you while I’m tasting you.”

  “I want you inside me Colt.” Colt stood up and told me to get on my knees. He was still dressed, but, unzipped his pants and took his cock out resting it on my ass. That was so fucking hot to see him still fully dressed and me completely naked. He reached under me and played with my breast as he rubbed his cock against my bare ass, teasing me mercilessly.

  I kept pushing back to have him put his cock in me and he wouldn’t. I wanted him inside so bad it hurt. Finally, he grabbed on to my hips and with his one hand put his cock deep inside. I was drenched.

  “Your pussy is so perfect, Gabby. It’s so tight.” I moaned and Colt took his cock out.