by Dee Dawning
He stiffened as she playfully squeezed his cock. "Umm, nice and hard. She rolled the prophylactic down his shaft and teasingly took him in her mouth. "It fits but barely."
Still holding his masculinity with one hand, she reclined. Resting her feet on the bed with her knees bent, she spread her thighs wide. He spread his own legs, lowering his cock to the same height as her pussy mouth. Then she guided him to her opening and pulled him until his crown rested at her entrance. "I'm ready when you are."
Pushing slowly into Charli's channel, he felt the rippling of her inner muscles tightening around him. Mitch's head shot back as he reveled in her snug warmth and the unbelievably tight encasement of his cock as it buried in her delectable little cunt. It was a good thing he went down on her or she would never have been expanded enough to take him. When his cock hilted she tensed. "Ooh! You are a big one. I'm going to have fun getting used to you."
He trembled at the magnificent feeling of being inside his dream girl's most personal possession. After remaining stationary while her crème filled cunt adjusted to his girth, he began to stroke her with lazy languorous strokes in a circular pattern, moving out, in and around.
Breathlessly, Charli announced, "Oh God, baby. I can't tell you how good that feels."
He savored the feeling of her warm wet pussy wrapping around his sensitive organ. It was like no other feeling in the world. Charli's pussy muscles clenched around his shaft on each stroke as it glided in as if embracing and welcoming his plunging cock, as if saying, "ahhh…thank you," and seconding it with a moan. But when his cock retreated, her cunt seemed to suck at him, as if saying, "No, please don’t go yet."
Fucking her in a steady rhythm after she got used to his girth, he lowered himself and kissed her passionately. As he pummeled her, she raised her hips and matched his every thrust with one of her own. Each thrust of his rigid shaft called forth a yelp-like sound from her throat. Each thrust felt like a stroke of pleasure. His mind clouded with lust, and tickly stirrings of an orgasm began.
At the same time, twittery, feathery sensations infused his testicles, Charli began to writhe and spasm. "Oh baby, I'm coming again. Ooh! Oh God you feel good. What did I do with out you?"
Then tingly pulsing currents enveloped him in a massive orgasmic experience. “Ohhh, ooh! Oh yeah baby! Sweet Jesus, I’m coming, too.”
However, Charli wasn’t listening as her hungry cunt sucked the fluid from his testicles into the latex barrier he wore. She took every inch of him and begged for more as she violently crushed her saucy snatch into his pubic bone. “Give it all to me, Baby. Give me every inch.” When she realized he was coming also, she pleaded, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shoot your hot cum into my pussy, lover.” Then her movements grew more frantic and spasmodic.
My God, she is climaxing again! We climaxed together, cock to cunt, kissing in a wild embrace of opposing tongues. As his tongue curled around her tongue, the force of his cock slowed in seeming synchronization with the movements of their tongues.
Finally, when the last of their tremors past, he rolled off her. He grasped her hand and glanced at her.
Breathing heavy she admitted, "I'm so overwhelmed, I don't think I can move."
"Well I can." He turned on his side and pulled her into him. "That was the best sex I ever had."
There were tears in her eyes, but they had to be tears of joy. "Me too, I'm so glad I found you."
"Me too baby, but we can't relax. We have to finish the presentation."
"Shit!"
Chapter Six
A police siren woke Charli around seven. At first she didn't know where she was, then she remembered her dream lover. She was in his bed. She rolled over to wrap an arm around her dreamboat, but…he wasn't there. She frowned as confusion bounced around in her mind.
She slipped out of bed and after donning one of Mitchell's long sleeved white shirts, went looking for him. She found him in the office, working at his workstation. "What are you doing in here?"
He raised a single eyelid. "I like your outfit. Not as pretty as the ones you design, however it's very practical when you're at your lover's house." He waggled his eyebrows. "Easy access to all the goodies."
She laughed and eased up to him. "You are insufferable."
Mitch posed a lovable smile and shook his head. "There's that adorable laugh again. Lady if you're not careful, I might propose to you."
"Huh?" It sounded more like a high pitched, hysterical yelp. "Who says I'd mind?"
He lifted his brow so high his forehead wrinkled. "You wouldn't?"
"Maybe not. But I'd have to know you at least two days before I'd take you serious."
He glanced at his watch. "In two hours and twenty-two minutes, our second day starts and if you count the dreams, today is our sixth day."
She shook her head slowly with a closed lip smile on her face. "I don't think dreams count as knowing you."
He scrunched his nose. "Killjoy. Maybe not, but it sure gave us excellent previews. That reminds me. I didn't have a dream last night. Did you?"
Her brows dipped. "Come to think of it, neither did I. I guess we lived our dream."
Mitch pasted a silly grin on his face. "Must have been that sexual exorcism we performed on that couch." He hitched his chin toward the sofa they'd started on yesterday evening. "And in the king sized bed in the next room."
She laughed again. "Yes, I think we exorcised the dream demons."
"There's that laugh again." He wrapped an arm around her waist. "Charli, will you marry me?"
Charlissa Joan Macklin, grew thoughtful. "Don't joke about marriage."
"Baby, I'm serious—serious as a heart attack."
She looked at her watch and frowned. "I'll think about it. Tell me, when did you get up?"
"Four. I figured I had to make up for the time we spent in the glorious throes of passion."
She bent down and kissed his head. "You're sweet. Let me get dressed and I'll give you a hand."
He looked at her almost pleading. "If you're not cold, I prefer you like that. It inspires me."
She started to laugh and caught herself. "I feel like a model posing for an artist."
He winked. "In a way you are."
They worked side by side and finished by Two-thirty pm. Just enough time for him to shower, get dressed, take her home to dress and head to the corporate offices of Comely Creations. "Would you like to take a shower with me, Baby?"
She smiled and arched her eyebrows. "Sounds like fun."
"Go ahead and start. I'll join you in a minute."
In the bathroom, she turned on the water, hung Mitch's shirt up and when the water warmed up, she stepped into the shower. While she lathered herself with a Zest bar, Mitch opened the shower door and slipped in behind her.
As the water sprayed down on them, Mitch took the bar of soap from Charli and soaped up a soft scrub brush. After quickly scrubbing himself down he started to do the same to her—including all the sensitive places.
"Mmmm, I love to touch and feel your breasts." He bent down and took one of her pink nipples between his lips. "And I really like to suck on your sexy nipples, too."
Sighing, she thrust her chest out, pushing her hard, enlarged nipple against his warm, moist lips. Her hands went to his scalp, fingers combing through his wet, wavy mane. Taking a deep breath, she warned him, "That's making me fucking hot. You'd better stop that or we'll be late to the presentation!"
But he didn't stop and while he sucked on her nipple, he washed her back and ass with the brush. "Mmmm, that feels so-o good."
Then when he began to wash between her thighs he switched from the brush to his hand. "Oooh, that's getting me hotter than blazes. What are you doing?"
"Drives me crazy, too Baby. I'm scrubbing your sweet cunt to get it all hot and wet, so we can have a hot, slippery fuck?"
"But we have to be at the presentation in two hours."
"Plenty of time for a quickie."
She moaned as his finger started massagi
ng her clit. "Somehow I can't picture a quickie with you," She bleated, breathlessly.
When he slid two fingers into her, she went ballistic and without warning attacked him, shoving her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. In addition her hands roamed everywhere. He barely caught his breath when her willowy legs wrapped around him, her ankles crossed on his backside, arms looped around his neck and her inflamed wet pussy ground into his stiff prick. She broke their kiss. "Oh, Mitch, you feel so fucking good. Ahhh! Oooh, God, you feel so good. Do me, Mitch. Fuck, I wish we had more time."
Seemingly, overwhelmed, but finally catching up with her passion, he started pummeling her hungry pussy. With her tongue in his mouth, her whole torso began undulating, her firm, soft breasts pressed against his hard, manly chest. Boiling from their passion, she turned the water temperature down to cool the heat that dissipated from them.
Panting with lust as he continued to stroke her torrid pussy, she met every thrust with one of her own, as her whole body seemed to react to each penile probe. Spinning, he shoved her directly under the tepid water now ushering from the showerhead, drenching them both. That reinvigorated her libido and… She bit his neck.
"Ow," yelled Mitch.
Then she bit his ear. "Ow, you're an effing wild cat."
She laughed remembering he'd said that in one of the dreams. Her tongue reamed his ear canal. "Damn right and you brought it on. God, I love your hot cock inside me. Fuck, fuck, fuck me, baby." As his large cock glided in and out of her ravenous pussy, her panting became intermittent gasps. It wasn't long before tendrils of pleasure coiled through her to every nerve in her body. When she came, reflexively, her head lolled backward and crashed against the shower wall. "Ow." It hurt, but only for an instant as her mind wouldn't let a little pain interrupt her massive orgasm. In fact her injury seemed to augment her climax. Soon waves of pure ecstasy overpowered her mind like an irrevocable tide. Her orgasm raced through her and light exploded behind her eyes as she screamed her release into the hard running stream.
Mitch grit his teeth and closed his eyes against the feel of his release and her pussy as strong muscles clamped around his cock. She knew he could feel every movement in her channel, every pulse as it raced through her. Her pussy pumped along his shaft, taking everything he gave and sucking the liquid life from his testicles. With a shout of his own, he pressed deep, emptying his load deep into her hot cavern.
Their quickie lasted twenty minutes.
Charli's ankles unhooked and her feet slowly returned to the tile floor as Mitch held her tight. "That was wonderful." She laughed. "I don't know whether I like sex with you better at night or in the morning."
He tilted his head. "Why choose?"
"You're right, enjoy the moment when it arrives." She opened the shower door and grabbed a towel. "We better get going."
Mitch, also took a towel. "I know."
After Mitch dressed for the meeting and Charli donned the duds she had on yesterday, they jumped in her car and headed to her apartment so she could get dressed.
Chapter Seven
Mitch liked Charli's apartment, in Williamsburg. Her flair for dress design seemed to have carried over into her other artistic endeavors as her apartment was splendidly furnished and decorated in the Italian Provincial style.
She pecked him on the lips. "Take a seat while I change. Would you like anything to drink?"
"No thanks, I'm fine."
She smiled at him. "Okay lover, make yourself at home. I'll be as quick as I can."
He watched her turn and stride into her bedroom, then picked up and perused through a coffee table book titled, 'The Masters.'"
She returned within fifteen minutes. "I'm ready. Do I look okay?"
Mitch had to shake his head in admiration. Her hair was pulled back smartly and secured with a hair piece. She was only wearing a navy blue, knee length business suit, a vermillion scarf, matching practical two inch heels and still she looked like a million bucks. "You look very nice. Good enough to eat as a matter of fact."
Her brows rose unequally. She smiled and wagged a finger at Mitch. "You behave yourself now. Keep your amorous ideas in check until you finish the presentation."
He smiled back and rose. "It will be awfully tough since I'll be with you, but I will. Are you ready?"
She nodded and wrapped her long elegant fingers around his offered forearm.
The campaign presentation was a roaring success. Charli's boss and his boss were there as were two other department heads and the president/CEO. With the exception of two minor changes, they bought the whole campaign. Much to Charli's chagrin, Mitch suggested she be a major player in the advertisements and as a runway model at the fashion show and everyone, especially the president, loved the idea—everyone except Charli.
When they were alone she took him to task. "Why did you volunteer me to be in the ad program and the fashion show?" She practically snarled, as they waited for the elevator, obviously a little miffed.
He shrugged, not the least bit ruffled. "Because you are the best person available."
The elevator signaled down a second before the doors parted and they stepped into the empty elevator. "Look sweetheart, you didn't know, but I like to keep a low profile."
"I'm sorry. Do you want to go back up and tell the president, you don't want to do it?"
A plethora of emotions crossed her beautiful face before she managed to say, "No. He probably wouldn't understand."
"No, he probably wouldn't because like I know you are the best person for the job, so does he. Look sugar, I'm an ad man. Not just an ad man, but a good, if not great ad man and I know what will work best." The elevator stopped and when the doors parted, the foyer appeared. His hand reached out for hers and hand in hand they headed to the entrance and the parking lot where her car resided.
Charli didn't respond until they got in her sports car, "Why do you think that."
"Because it's my business. It's what I do. I just know what'll work best."
She backed out and as she shifted from reverse to drive, he laid his hand over hers. "Look, you're smart, personable, articulate and God knows you're photogenic. Add to that the fact you designed a majority of the line, you are emotionally attached it and have a vested interest in seeing the clothes sell well. I couldn't ask for a better spokesperson and model."
Her lips formed a tight-lipped smile. "All right. It's your funeral."
He laughed. "I was thinking more like wedding."
Though they'd proceeding down the freeway, Charli dared to shift her gaze and cast an astonished glance his way. "What do you mean?"
"You know. Early this morning you said you wouldn't take a marriage proposal from me serious unless you knew me at least two days. Well, we're in the second day. Charlissa Joan Macklin, will you marry me."
With Charli now staring straight ahead, he watched as her astonished countenance morphed into huge grin. "And what if I said yes?"
"Then I would ask you to drive to Tiffany's and I would show you how serious I am."
Suddenly, and very dangerously, she shifted lanes, pulled onto the shoulder and stopped her little sports car on a dime. In seconds she was across the console in his lap kissing him with as much passion as she ever had.
When she pulled back, she said emphatically, "Yes-s, yes, yes. I will marry you, my dream lover. I love you," and she kissed him again.
When they broke that kiss, Mitch announced, "And I love you." He laughed. "I'm the happiest man in the world, but we better get off the shoulder before the rubberneckers create a collision."
She slid back over the console and pursed her lips. "Darn." She looked in the rear view mirror and when the traffic cleared pulled back onto the freeway. "Where do you want to go?"
"I told you. I was serious. Head to Tiffany's, I have a wad of cash that's burning a hole in my pocket. Then after you pick out your engagement set, I'd like to go to the Russian Tea Room to celebrate our engagement."
"That place is impossi
ble to get in. Do you have reservations?"
"Nope, but I have connections. Just let me worry about how we get in. And when we finish eating, we'll head to my place and try every single naughty thing we can think of." He winked.
She threw her head back and laughed.
* * * *
Shortly after waking, Charli put on a white shirt and went into the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed, her cell phone went off. "Hello?"
"Wow. Finally I got through. Where've you been what've you been doing?"
"Linda. I'm glad you called. So many wonderful things have happened to me in the last thirty-six hours, I don't know where to begin."
"Start with Mitchell."
Charli grinned. "That's a good place to start, because he's behind a hundred percent of the wonderful."
She just knew Linda was thinking up some smart ass remark and she delivered. "What is he? Your fairy god fuck buddy?"
She giggled. "Close. Yes, we've been having sex—lots of sexy sex—and he's a phenomenal lover, but he's so much more than a buddy. I love him and we're engaged."
"Oh my God. Things have been popping. Tell me more."
"I would but there's so much to tell it would be easier if you came over. You could meet Mitch and I'm dying to show you my engagement ring. It seems Mitch did an advertising spread for Tiffany's and he gets sixty percent discount. Lin the diamond on my ring is the size of a marble, although a small one."
"I'll be right over."
"Lin wait. I'm not at home. I'm at Mitch's place."
"Where's that?"
"Fourteen Sidney Place in Brooklyn, apartment three-oh-two"
"I'm on my way. Bye."
"Goodbye."
Mitch looked up at me and smiled. "Who was that?" asked Mitch after pouring a cup of coffee and sitting down.
I poured a cup too and sat next to him. "She's my best friend and probable maid of honor, Linda Jansen. She wanted to hear all about what's been happening, about you and about us, so I told her to come over. Now, I have a question for you?"
