B. Handy
Copyright B. Handy 2011
Published at Smashwords
Shiny Gifts and Wet Promises
By B. Handy
"It's 'lucky thirteen' karats, beautiful; only the best for you." Sam ran a hand through his girl's freshly-colored tresses. He loved the shade of red she was so fond of; he always had a thing for gingers. Pulling a chain of diamonds from its box, he secured it around her wrist. "Do you like it?"
Steph held her hand up to catch the gems in the firelight. "That's an understatement, babe. It's perfect." She threw her arms around him, her fingernails aiming for flesh but purchase was only found upon crisp cotton. Pulling back to stare into Sam's eyes, she couldn't help the bloom of red on her cheeks. His gaze always hinted at more than a friendly 'hello' and it was exciting. Bringing her lips to his, she could feel the layer of gloss smear between them, the cherry flavor inviting itself into his mouth with her tongue. She smiled through the exchange as lips suctioned slightly on her slippery muscle. With a groan, she slid from her side of the couch and into his lap. "Hard already, are we?" She felt him straining through his pants, her black lingerie-clad body doing little to calm the growing organ; especially since it left her back half open for viewing and future explorations.
Sam chuckled before pulling her hips tight against his own. "It's been like this for fifteen minutes. I knew you'd like that bracelet at least this much." His hand slipped between her thighs as fingertips then pressed against moist lace. He licked his lips as she arched her hips into his teasing contact.
Shivers began their descent down her slender frame, building up to a roaring heat below the waist. Steph’s manicured hands took hold of brunette locks and pulled, exposing Sam's neck to her ravenous mouth. She was prepared to eat him whole at such a rate. Teeth leaving delicate nips on pulse points, she let her hips do some wandering of their own. Friction built between the pair before Sam's shirt was unbuttoned with haste. Fingernails ran down the expanse of pale flesh exposed, leaving pink welts in their wake. Flipping her hair aside, she locked eyes with Sam before sliding down his front to settle on the floor between his legs.
Panting, he fumbled with his pants, tugging the zipper down with care before exposing himself. A whimper was held back as hot breath cascaded across his sensitized flesh. Taking hold of the base, he slid the tip against her lips, toes curling slightly as her tongue dipped out to taste him. Tangling her hair into his fist, Sam slid her mouth down to the base, his patience reaching its limit. "Fuck, that's good..."
Grateful for the thick saliva in the back of her throat, Steph managed to bob with each forcing of her head. She enjoyed it when he used her in such a way. With a grin, she started humming the melody to ‘Bad Romance’, a move she knew he loved when she was pleasing him. A heavy burst of pre coated her mouth by the time she reached the song’s bridge.
Sam lifted her chin, guiding Steph up into a slippery battle of the tongues. Wrapping both arms around her slender frame, he pulled her tight against his chest, splayed fingers cupping her small yet adequate ass and lifting her to straddle him. With a shift of his hips, Sam’s slick cock glided between her cheeks. Still kissing Steph as deeply as possible, he ground the middle of her cheeks against his member, his tip rubbing against a wonted pucker of flesh.
Steph couldn’t stop an involuntary tremble as she felt the pressure nudging her from behind. Encircling both arms around her lover’s neck, she arched her back and lowered her narrow hips, her favorite feeling flooding all senses as Sam slid inside.
“Fuck, you’re so tight...” Sam let his head loll to the side as a gasp was dragged from his lips when Steph dropped herself to the hilt. Only pausing a moment for adjustment, he rocked her hips against his, the muffled sounds of their coitus spurring his arousal.
“Oh yeah, you like it all wet like that, hmm?” She shimmied her ass in a tortuously slow circle, riding up and down to intensify the sounds of their sexing as the strain inside began to build. Her nails dragged their way up Sam’s chest, the rounded acrylic pinching his nipples until they were firm and could be rolled between her fingertips. One of her hands drifted behind his neck to pull him in for another deep kiss. She moaned deeply when his mouth wandered to her neck where he bit gently around her collar. “Fuck me harder or it’s gonna cost you, baby.”
With a wicked smile, Sam felt her thighs cling tighter as he lifted her and slid from the couch to lay her back on the nearby coffee table. Readjusting himself inside her constricting folds, he wiggled his hips teasingly as he ran both hands up her flat stomach and cupped both breasts.
Placing a finger into her mouth, she toyed with her tongue as her left hand pressed to Sam’s stomach. “Don’t tease me, make me come, baby.” Both eyes rolled back in her head as he gave into her plea. She wrapped her slim legs around his back and pushed her ass into his feverish thrusting.
Sam grunted with each slam into her flexing hole but had enough of his wits left to be considerate. One hand supported him over Steph while the other delved into her lacey underwear to maneuver fingers through her nether folds. Coming to the favorite point of sex with his girl, he undid her humble tuck job until her growing member sprang free from the confining underwear. Running his hand up her shaft, he let his thumb circle her head while squeezing with every stroke. He could feel her muscles clenching around him and knew she was as close as he. “You gonna come for me, baby? Make it wet for me.”
Expelling her loudest feminine moans and sighs, Steph nodded positively and her hips rocked erratically as her orgasm began to spill forth. With a cry, she let out her sticky load across Sam’s stomach. Shuddering as he released inside of her, she wrapped an arm around him when he hunched down and slowly milked the last of his cum into her twitching depths. After a few moments of calming their breathing and heart rates, Steph spoke while rubbing Sam’s back. “Mmm, that was so good, babe. You’re the best I’ve had and you give me such wonderful gifts.” She ogled the glittering gems on her wrist again, a smile creeping over her lips as she guessed how much it must have cost.
Chuckling, Sam pulled away before letting his softening member slip free, a thin string of juice snapping as the connection broke between them. “Only the best for you, baby.” He ran a hand through the thick droplets of cum on his stomach. Sticking a finger in his mouth, he gave a half smile before stealing another kiss from his lover. “When can we meet up again?” He started to button up his shirt and get back into his pants.
With a teasing poke of his leg with her stiletto, Steph rolled forward to readjust her nether regions back to their previous form in her panties. Carefully tucked away, she then headed for her clothes that lay discarded on the floor. “I’m available the night after Valentine’s Day.”
“I’d like to take you to dinner for that evening then.” Sam handed her the blouse she’d peeled off not long after her arrival. He watched with admiration as she redressed into the conservative but sultry pencil skirt and top. “Is it a date then?”
Swinging her copper hair behind a shoulder, she gave her million dollar smile with an enthusiastic nod. “You got it, sugar.” With an exaggerated swing of her hips, she closed the distance between them and took another deep kiss from Sam. Pulling away with an audible smack, she giggled as his eyes opened slow, lazy with post-orgasm fatigue. “I gotta get going but thank you again for the bracelet. You’re too good to me.” She wriggled her wrist to the make the jewels chime behind his ear. A last brief kiss and she was gathering up her purse and coat. “See you next week, Sam.”
“Good night, Steph.” He gave a shy wave as she left his office and a large Samoan man walked in after her. Sam fumbled for his wallet to pull out a check he made earlier for $3,000 and handed it over.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” the bodyguard said as he tucked the payment away in his chest pocket. With a firm nod, he left the room and fell in stride behind Steph as she headed for the exit with him. The pair made their way to the nearby parking garage before climbing into a black Escalade.
Steph took a seat in the back while her driver started the car. “I’m meeting with Lisa in an hour so I need to stop at home and get dressed down for the night.” She smiled as her associate nodded in the rear view mirror. Crossing her legs, she bobbed her foot impatiently, her toes begging for comfort in a pair of men’s sneakers. She was already anxious to get back into her usual clothes for work.
Though nothing about Stephan’s line of work would be considered “usual”.