He inserted his long middle finger inside me. We both stopped breathing and looked at each other, momentarily in shock. When his finger entered me, it sounded like a rock plunging into a pool.
"You're dripping, little girl; this is all for me. God, you feel so tight. Tell me Emily, how am I supposed to not fuck you and survive?"
He had his finger all the way inside my pulsating sex. He then started massaging my clit with his thumb in fast circular motions. I was breathing heavily and clenching my sex walls so tightly around his finger that I was afraid I'd snap it. Louis added another finger and brought his mouth down for a better taste. When his tongue flicked against my clit right under where his thumb was circling, I couldn't take it anymore. I stared to let out a cry that came from somewhere so deep.
"Louis, I'm gonna come … Louis … Oh … God … Please, I'm coming."
He kept a steady pace with his fingers deep inside me. I rode the wave of my orgasm. I was clenching his fingers inside me as if by letting them go I'd fall off a cliff. He was frantically licking and sucking every ounce of liquid heat pouring out of me.
"You taste like you were made for me," he mumbled, still buried between my shaking legs. He lifted his head to look at me a few moments after my tremor finally stopped. "You coming in my mouth and riding my fingers like that is the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life." He moved up my body to kiss and nibble my exposed lower stomach. "Let's get you out of this dress. I need a dose of those big tits and then I can die a happy man." He lifted me up to remove my dress. My bra followed my now discarded dress.
I was lying on Louis' bed totally nude except for my tiny little belly ring, which Louis had yet to discover in the dimmed light. He came back to assault my swollen lips, and make sure I was still drawing breath. I could taste myself on his lips and found that so taboo but still hot. He asked me, "Did that feel as good as it looked for you?"
I nodded. "That was incredible. I can't believe I let you do that to me. You must think I'm a total slut."
He smiled that sexy teeth-twinkling, dimple-showing smile and then started laughing. "You're an eighteen-year-old virgin, I suspect. I'm officially going to hell for borderline molesting you and fucking you in my head for the last two weeks. The only slut here is me, for not being able to control myself around you."
I looked up to meet his dark eyes and ran my fingers into his messy sexy hair. I ran my fingers all the way down to his neck and smiled. "You aren't molesting me if I'm old enough and give you permission. I obviously want you as much as I think you want me. I just feel very self-conscious with you. I want to do all these things to you in my head, but I've never actually done them with or to anybody."
Louis brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers. "I will make sure that I'm the only person who will ever get to do those things to you."
It was so hot when he pretended to be possessive of me.
"Emily, you know every time you open your mouth to speak, I want to fuck you even more."
"Thanks, I think," I said. We both laughed until it wasn't funny anymore and our laughter turned into a look of pure lust. I ran my fingers down his shoulders and stomach feeling his washboard abs. I didn't stop there. I ran my hand all the way down to the big bulge straining at his jeans that was begging to be let out to join our party.
Louis took a deep breath through his nose and held his breath. I rubbed the length of his hard cock up and down. He was now lying flat on his back, propped up with some pillows giving me full access to his erection. I knelt by his tented crotch and started to unbutton his jeans. I met no barrier to his cock. Note to self, Louis Bruel likes to go commando. I lowered his jeans a touch and his cock sprung out to meet me. He lifted himself up to help me remove his jeans. His jeans now mingled with our growing pile of discarded clothing already on the floor. In a brave move I startled his left knee, settling on it with my wet, still throbbing sex. He groaned with appreciation.
I then began to acquaint myself with his most impressive intimate part. I ran my hand along his smooth shaft from root to tip. I'd never touched a man's private part before. It was so velvety smooth—like a baby's skin. But underneath the smoothness it felt like pure steel. I lingered at the top of his cock to caress the mushroomed head. I was using both my hands to try and encompass every inch of him. He was either very large or my hands were just too small. I tried to squeeze my fingers around his hard cock but couldn't quite touch my fingers together like I'd seen in pornos I occasionally watch on late night cable. How could something so big possibly fit inside me? I thought with trepidation. My clit was still pulsating as if I were touching myself and not him. Louis was taciturn, which started to scare me. Maybe I was doing something wrong.
I asked him in a small voice, "Louis, am I doing this right? Does it feel okay? You're being very quiet, I'm getting nervous."
He exhaled loudly. "Baby … I'm trying to calm myself down. I don't want to come all over your hands. This feels incredible. I'm hoping I can last until you at least taste my dick."
I smiled, and with the added confidence that I now felt, I lowered myself to do just what he'd asked me. I licked the top of his moist tip. Tasting a man, especially this man, for the first time was a feeling that will stay with me until I die. I left his delicious smooth head and descended with my lips kissing down his cock, giving his whole length a taste. I made my way back up with my tongue. I then opened my salivating mouth, and took him in as far as I could. I got about a third of the way down his cock, when I heard him cry out.
"Baby, stop! I'm gonna come in your mouth … you don't want that … don't suck anymore."
Why should I stop? I wanted him to come in my mouth. Isn't that what all men do after a blowjob? Ignoring his plea I continued trying to swallow Louis' cock whole.
He belted out a loud curse, "Fucccck," before holding my head in place with both his hands. Louis jerked up and then started pumping his hot liquid into my mouth. The sounds he was making, and me riding his knee up and down made my sex squeeze so hard I started coming with him. He was still pumping into my mouth when I stopped clenching my pussy onto his knee. He let go of my head and I licked him clean.
"I'm never letting you go Emily, that was … God, what was that?" he wiped my mouth with his thumb. "I can't believe you never did that before. That was the best blowjob I've ever had."
He pulled me up so I could lie on top of him. I could still feel his semi-erect cock between us. I had my head on his chest. We were still both panting, trying to return our bodies to earth from somewhere in outer space. I could feel his heart racing in my ear. He was stroking my hair as we both drifted off to sleep. My last thought was a plea for all this to be real as Belinda Carlisle's song, Heaven Is A Place On Earth played in my dreams.
Chapter 9
Salty but sweet...
It was around five o'clock when I finally came out of my post-orgasm coma. I was completely naked under the covers. I must've been so out of it I didn't even remember climbing under the sheets; I was deliciously depleted after my introduction to multiple orgasms with Louis Bruel. I felt around the dark bed to try and find my wonderful orgasm instructor but felt nothing. I was most definitely alone in bed and in the dark. I started to look around for my underwear and my discarded dress. I found none and panic started creeping in.
Where was Louis?
Why would he leave me alone in the dark?
I called out, "Louis." No answer, I tried a little louder, "Louis!" Still nothing. I grabbed the white sheet tousled around my naked body and covered myself before tippy toeing out of bed. I started making my way down the staircase to the fifth floor when I heard Louis' deep voice somewhere from above and tried to follow it and find him.
The sound of his voice was coming from what seemed to be a glass room on stilts. The glass cube was held from the ceiling by metal cables. It was hanging over a sunken floor with a fire pit in the middle. Round wooden benches surrounded the fire pit. Most people need
to go to the beach or the woods to have a bonfire, not Louis Bruel; he can make s'mores right in his own living room in SoHo. A metal ladder led up to that glass cube. I gathered my resolve and started to climb the ladder. I heard voices I didn't recognize and almost fell down in panic. I waited and listened until I could make out Louis talking to someone on the speakerphone. The room, which I deduced was his office, didn't have a door. I peeked in as soon as I made my way up the ladder. I was greeted by his signature panty dropping, dimple showing, full teeth-baring smile. Louis was talking on the speakerphone and eating a Twizzler. He stretched out his hand and beckoned for me to come join him.
"Bernadette, thank you again for showing the property. I will make sure to be there when the client brings his wife back to see the house."
"No worries, Mr. Bruel, just doing our job."
"I'm in your debt."
"Any time, we know how busy you are in New York," the woman on the line said. Louis pulled me closer to stand by his side.
"Yeah, I had a very pressing matter come up this weekend. I'm still taking care of it actually," he said, raising his sexy eyebrows at me.
How could any woman resist him? Just his voice and words make me excited.
"I'm glad I was here in New York to handle the matter personally, but I have no doubt you and Peter did a great job showing the Villa."
"Again, any time; that's why we're here. Take care, Mr. Bruel. We'll keep you updated."
"Thank you, Bernadette. We'll be in touch."
He pressed a button to disconnect the call and pulled me into his naked lap. I took a bite of his Twizzler and we both laughed. I can't believe I wasn't embarrassed to sit on him while he was gloriously stitch-less. He lowered the sheet that I'd secured around my chest and ran his finger between and then under my breasts.
"How'd you sleep, little girl?"
God, every time he spoke, I'd get aroused.
"Very well, thank you. I didn't hear you get out of bed. Did you fall asleep, too?"
"I've never slept better in my life. How am I ever going to sleep without you stretched out by my side? I don't know … I'm getting slowly addicted to you, Emily Marcus."
His roaming fingers reached my stomach and he dipped his finger into my belly button and pulled on my small belly ring. He gasped out loud.
"How did I miss this?"
He lifted me off his lap, and sat me down in front of him on his desk, sheet-less and naked. He was trying to get a better look at my belly ring.
"Fuck me, Emily are you trying to kill me? I don't think my dick can handle any more from you. You are like my wet dream come to life. If I wake up and this was all a dream, I'll be ruined forever … but I'll come find you! If it's the last thing I do, I'll find you!"
He parted my legs and started to lower me back slowly down on his glass desk. I looked him up and down as he stood towering over me. It was undeniable that Louis approved of my belly ring and I approved of everything Louis. He was hard as a rock again. I could just imagine how good he would feel all the way inside me. No! I needed to stop teasing him like this. I knew that I wasn't ready to let him go all the way with me … we'd just met. We needed to stop before we reached the point of no return.
"Louis, we can't do this. You won't be able to hold back and I'm not strong enough to stop you either. I've never gone this far with anybody before. I'm scared."
He kissed me chastely on the lips and pulled me back up and into his arms.
"Okay, you're right, let's try to cool down. I'm being a shit host anyway. Let me feed you. What are you in the mood for?"
I nodded my gratitude and appreciation for the time-out.
"I'm thirsty; some water would be nice."
I still wasn't sure how I'd make it through the rest of the day with my virginity still intact. "Where did you put my clothes? I couldn't find them on the floor."
"I put them in my closet. I was hoping to keep you naked as long as I could."
He grinned and lowered his head to lick my belly button and pull on my small ring with his teeth. We both got down from his glass office. We were still fully naked as we got into the elevator to go to the kitchen. I lost my sheet somewhere between there and the office. God, he was huge everywhere. It was bright in the elevator and we were exploring each other shamelessly, one titillating body part at a time.
The kitchen took up the whole fourth floor. Every inch of space was covered in stainless steel. The space felt utilitarian; I felt like I was in a sci-fi movie. If I didn't know it was the kitchen, I would have thought it was a hi-tech operating room. He opened a huge metal door that proved to be his refrigerator and walked right into it and got us a few bottles of water. Louis then went back inside the refrigerator to get a pre-made cheese and grape platter.
"Louis, what happens now?" I asked him as he was setting our snacks down on the table. He looked at me, obviously not following my line of questioning.
"What happens now as in…?" he asked, slightly baffled.
I guess I needed to spell this out for him. So, I clarified. "What are we to each other after today? Are we going to start dating? Will you be dating other girls, I mean women, while you're seeing me? If you still want to see me after today, that is. Can I tell my parents and sister about you, about us? I'm an idiot. I'm way ahead of myself … I'll understand if this was just a one-time thing for you. Mike told me you don't like to be with only one girl or the same girl twice. I shouldn't have asked all that … I'm sorry … forget I said anything," I said all that in one breath. I was mortified when I looked up at him. Louis raised his eyebrow at me and popped a grape into his mouth. Lucky grape I thought.
"Emily, let's go through this slowly. I'm completely and madly obsessed with you, if you haven't noticed. I don't want to see or date any other women. I only want to see and date you right now. I certainly hope you don't want to see other men. I obviously want to be your lover … as in your first and only lover. I would be honored if you let me meet your parents. I can't wait to take you to meet my mom; she's going to love you! First thing tomorrow I promise to call Mike and let him know of my intentions toward his beautiful little sister-in-law … and I'd like you to move in with me tonight … any other questions?"
"Yeah, just one," I said, giggling. "Do all your women fall for this romantic stuff when you bring them to your lair?"
He took my arm and jerked me up off the stool and in between his legs. I was staring at the floor and at our bare feet when he cupped my face. He lifted my chin with his finger so I could look into his beautiful caramel colored eyes. "Besides my mom, and my housekeeper, you are the only woman who has ever seen my lair, little girl." He then kissed me. "And I've never asked a woman to move in with me. So, you'd be the first to fall for this romantic stuff."
I was shocked. I couldn't say anything. I was still trying to make up my mind if this was a head game for Louis to try and get me into his bed. Well, he'd already gotten me into his bed. So that's a moot point.
"In the past I've always brought my dates back to an apartment I keep on Park Avenue, never to my bed," Louis continued.
I was speechless; he had a fuck pad! Didn't he ask me to go to his apartment last night?
"Why did you bring me here and not your apartment?" I asked, not sure what answer would soothe me.
"It felt dirty to bring you there. I know in my gut that you're not just another woman I'm going to fuck. It's different with you. I don't want to just fuck you and never see you again … I want to fuck you indefinitely in my real bed and wake up with you still next to me in the morning."
Did I really captivate the attention of this gorgeous man? I put my arms around him and kissed him slowly, starting at his neck and then his chin, making my way up to those soft talented lips of his. He hooked one hand under my knee, and then brought my leg over his thigh and then repeated the same move with my other leg having me sit sprawled out in his lap facing him. I could feel his growing erection pushing against my
ass … I reached behind me and started playing with his now fully-grown cock. When I got to the base, I reached under and gave his balls a gentle squeeze that made him lean forward. He roughly grabbed one of my nipples with his teeth and bit down in retaliation. He got up from the stool we were sitting on. With his arms supporting my naked ass, he walked us back into the elevator pressing the B button. While I was holding on to him and nibbling his face I asked, "Where are we going now?"
"I have a surprise for you."
"Louis, this whole day has been bordering on fantasy. What else could you possibly have to show me?"
"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to … promise?"
"Yes, I promise," I said, closing my eyes and resting my head on his shoulder. The elevator stopped and we exited into a place that felt very warm. The air had a salty ocean-like musky smell to it. Louis' every step and breath was echoing off the walls.
"Not yet baby, keep those beautiful eyes closed until I tell you to open."
I nodded my head and then felt us slowly descending a set of stairs. I could hear water lapping very close by. A few seconds later Louis lowered us both into what felt like a huge warm bath. I held him close from the initial unexpected water dip.
"Can I open my eyes now?"
"One more minute, baby. Not yet."
He kept his grip tight on me and walked us in deeper. I was now fully submerged in warm water all the way up to my shoulders.
"Open!" he commanded.
I opened my eyes to see us standing in the middle of an Olympic-sized pool. The place looked like a tropical oasis. The ceilings were all concave and covered in iridescent emerald tiles. The tiles merged seamlessly into the pool that filled up the entire floor—wall to wall. The pool smelled of ocean rather than chlorine. There were spots of bubbling jets all around us. I tried to convince my head that this was all real and in the basement of Louis Bruel's house in SoHo. I heard Louis saying something in my ear while holding me flush against him … I tried to clear my head and pay attention.
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