Allure of the Vixen (14 page)

“Hold me,” she said, even though I already was.

I could feel her body through the dress, every
curve, every muscle, just as if she had been naked, because I had memorized
every inch of her. She slipped her hands around my back, pulling me close.

Her face was pressed against my chest as she said,
“Tonight, more than any other time, I want to feel you in me.”

As answer, I slowly unzipped the dress, letting it
fall to the floor. Underneath, she was completely naked.

“For me?” I asked.

“For us.” Joanne stepped away from her dress and led
me to the bed. “How do you want me? Bent over, in my heels? On my hands and
knees on the bed? On top of me?”

I put my hand on her neck, running my finger down
between her breasts, circling each one, my fingers not touching her areoles,
but her nipples still hardened, little bumps shooting up like geysers around
the darker skin. “Yes,” I said.

She laughed, a good laugh. “We’d better get started
then.”

“We have all night.”

Joanne put her finger on my lip. “Let’s not talk
about time.”

I did want to do everything she had said, and all
the things she had left unsaid. And more.

I pushed her gently onto the bed so that she was
sitting. “Cross your legs.”

Joanne didn’t even hesitate, didn’t frown, didn’t
ask me why. And that was what made her so special.

She crossed her legs, and I stepped back to admire 
them. They were the most amazing legs I had ever seen, and I’d seen my share. I
wanted this to be another thing etched in my mind, her tight thighs, holding
their shape even as she sat, her calf muscles, her slender ankles, a hint of a
arch in her foot teasing me from her heels.

I’d never seen a woman in quite this position,
naked, her legs crossed in front of me, for me.

Although I knew I’d never forgot, I wanted one thing
more. I picked up my phone from the dresser and knelt down in front of her.

I held the phone up. “Just the legs, I promise.”

She smiled, she seemed genuinely pleased. “Of
course.”

I took only one photo, just as she was, the picture
from her belly button to the bottom of her heels.

I showed her the photo. “I would never share it,” I
said.

Joanne looked up at me. “I know. I trust you.” Then
came a different smile, and the mischievous gleam. “Although I do have to ask
why you need a picture. Are you going to forget me so soon?”

I dropped to my knees in front of her, and slowly
removed her shoe from the top leg. I kissed her ankle as I removed the other
one. “Never. It’s just not possible.”

She pulled me up. “Good. And I’m glad that you’ve
solved my overdressed problem, but you can’t be on your knees. That’s not who
you are. Or what I want.”

From me,
I filled in. Maybe she had another
lover for that. Or her husband.

I stood before her, and she leaned forward, kissing
my cock through my pants, Making me long to be in her mouth.

As was her way of knowing what I was thinking, but
shifting it just a bit, she said, “I can’t wait to have you in me.”

I was surprised when she kept mouthing me, she must
have known what that would make me think of. I was even more surprised when she
unbuckled my pants and pulled them down, her head still between my legs, her
lips opening to kiss me through my boxers.

Her eyes snapped up at me, full of surprise herself.
“Silk underwear!”

“You said mine were boring.”

“You remembered.”

“I told you, I’ll never forget any of it.”

“These aren’t the ones that I gave you,” she teased,
a hint of a question.

I bit of what I might have said, something mean,
that I was going to save those for another woman. Instead I said, “New
experiences.”

Her lips traced my erection, nothing but thin woven
strands of silk separating me from her, my cock pushing against the slick
fabric. And then I was in her mouth, not bare, she had taken me fabric and all.
And then she let me go, the instant so fleeting, but I hadn’t imagined it, I
had been watching.

Damn this teasing woman. But how could you call a
woman who you had fucked a tease?

Joanne pulled my boxers down and deftly removed
them. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and as she reached down to free my slacks
I was looking down her back, her graceful neck, the top of her ass. I realized
this could have been anyone, yet if I had seen the back of a woman like this in
a photo, even before experiencing this, I would have recognized who it was, so
well did I know her body.

She slowly straightened up, letting her hair brush
my balls, underneath my cock, the tip of it passing over her face, momentarily
lost to my sight, did she kiss it on the way by? Did she have even the least
bit of desire to take it in her mouth?

I’d never know. The moment was gone, she was standing
up, removing my shirt.

And then we were both finally naked, a small space
between us, I could feel her heat pulsate across it.

She pulled me to her, but I shook my head and grasped
her upper arms. I held her like that, then leaned forward, letting my chest
barely graze her nipples, then pulled away. Again and again, each time her
nipples getting harder, longer, reaching for me. No other part of us touched,
just my hands and the brushing of my chest against her nipples.

I let go my hands. “Stay,” I ordered.

I rocked back and forth, side to side, connected to
her only by that those two points, now and then dipping down, letting my
nipples touch hers one at a time. Joanne moaned and leaned into me, but I
stepped back out of reach. “I told you to stay.”

Her eyes darted up. “So you can’t get what you want,
so you deny me?” But there was no anger in her voice, or she disguised it well.

“We’re both here naked, and you talk of being
denied?” I leaned into her and felt her buds jump at me.

“You fucking tease,” she said, with gritty emotion,
but to me it sounded like lust.

“Tease? You should talk about tease. All those men
in the office you drove crazy. If I wanted to tease you now, I’d suck on your
nipples until they were ready to explode, then I’d put you back in that dress
and march you downstairs to the bar where you couldn’t do anything except watch
men stare at your breasts.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. But I won’t, because that would waste the
little time we have, and I want you all to myself.”

Joanne shook her head. “Remember, no talk about
time,” she whispered. And then, it a surprisingly load voice, or maybe it just
seemed that way to me, she said, “Are you going to fuck me, or just keep
teasing me?”

I shoved her down on the bed. “So much for foreplay.
I thought women wanted foreplay.”

She spread her legs open and held out her arms to
me. “I had all the foreplay I needed the minute I walked into the room.”

I knelt between her legs, straddling myself over
her, my cock quivering. I wasn’t sure I could take much foreplay, if she
touched me again I might have come all over her.

Joanne reached for my cock, holding me very gently,
perhaps knowing I was close to exploding, I felt like I had been pent up for
years, and the least little touch would set me off. Slowly she used the tip of
my cock to probe her labia, opening herself.  She was already wet, as aroused
as I was, even though we had barely touched each other since she had arrived.

Fuck, that turned me on, her being so ready, wanting
me so much.

“Slow or all at once?” I asked.

She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t wait, I
buried myself in her, desperate to experience that initial tightness, before
she was wet even deep inside. Joanne gasped, I think I had surprised her again,
her eyes wide.

“You came to get fucked,” I growled. “Maybe I won’t
wait for you.”

“Then you’d better hurry,” she panted. “Come on, do
it, do it. . .”

“Do what? What is it you want so much?” I could
barely speak as I drove into her, not even trying to keep control.

“I want you to fuck me!” she yelled.

I’d never heard her like this, so vocal, it was such
a turn on, I didn’t give a shit about the other guests.

“What’s that? You want me to fuck you? Anything
else?” I was so close now, the pressure building.

“I want you to come in me! Shoot it in my pussy!”

And I did, the combination of our desire and how she
clutched at me making it impossible for me to hold back. And her words, her
begging for me, loud, demanding, almost pleading.

Her legs were spread wide, in the air, her arms
hooked under her knees, her whole body quivering as I shot my load into her, my
cock not able to go any deeper, hitting the depths of her, the power of my
ejaculation doing what my cock couldn’t, reach even past her depths.

Then her legs were around me, holding me, my spasms
igniting hers, her orgasm taking over from mine, building on it, her thighs
squeezing me hard. While her body was still shuddering she locked her lips on
mine, pulling at my tongue, like she wanted every part of me inside her
somewhere. She kissed me deeper than we had ever kissed, her body still
quivering, her mouth hungry, and like that we devoured each other. Her hips
moved, back and forth, she was fucking me, I had nothing to give her but
closeness and my heat and weight, so I shoved my hips forward, her belly a
furnace, her feet riding up and down my calves.

Suddenly she began shake, I was holding down a
bronco, if I hadn’t known better I would have thought she was fighting to break
free, but her lips never left mine. And then she was trembling, her fingers
digging sharply into my back.

Her teeth bit down on my lip, hard, she finally
freed her mouth, her neck crushed against mine. “Oh god, oh god. . .”

Long moments passed, her body jerking
uncontrollably, finally ending in one last tremor.

“That’s a first,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Two orgasms so close together.”

“I’m glad for you.”

She leaned forward and gently kissed my lip. “I’m
sorry I bit you.”

“I’m glad you did, otherwise I wouldn’t have known I
was having any affect on you. That, and the scream was all I had to go on.”

“Scream?” she said, her voice playfully
disbelieving. “Did I scream? What did I say?”

“Something about wanting me to fuck you.”

She shook her head. “Now I remember, but I don’t
think that was it. I think it was when I said,”—she paused,—“I want you to come
in my pussy!” Joanne had raised her voice, mimicking her scream. “Do you think
that was it?”

“Something like that.”

Joanne ran her finger over my lips. “Well, if I
didn’t get it right, I guess we could try again, couldn’t we?”

We fucked in all the positions Joanne had
promised, and more. The room had grown darker, lit only by a sensual drift of
the city lights reflected off the window, the drapes wide open.

I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I finished,
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was surprised at my reflection, I expected
a tired, haggard man to be looking at me, but I was still magically invigorated.
Joanne magic, vixen magic. But I needed a little break, I’d already come twice,
and I didn’t want the night to end.

If only she’d let me lick her. Or take me in her
mouth.

I forced the thought out of my head and went back
into the bedroom, clicking off the light.

“Leave it on,” said Joanne, her sinuous body a warm
olive against the white sheets, the comforter long since shoved to the floor.
“I want to see you. I want to be seen.”

Which was fine with me. I left the bathroom door
ajar, the light glinting in her eyes, even her hair dazzling, that too long
since freed, flowing around her neck.

I sat next to her on the bed, my hand on her thigh,
tracing along her hip. “You are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” she said.

“I thought I was the virile one.”

“You are both. Everything about your is beautiful.
Your eyes. Your nose. Your chest. Your stomach. Your thighs—did I tell you I
fantasize about how your thighs feel, when I have my hands on them, pulling you
into me? And don’t get me started on your ass.”

“I never knew.”

She touched the tip of my cock with her finger. I
wasn’t erect, I was still recovering, but it was like a jumpstart, I slowly but
very steadily began to fill. “And I didn’t even mention the best part of you. I
can’t tell you how perfect this is. I want it all the time. When you are in me,
I picture your cock, what it must be like as it opens me, as it pushes inside.
I know there aren’t supposed to be nerves deep inside a woman, but I swear I
can feel this,” she ran her finger over the lip around the head of my cock, “as
it slides back and forth. And when you are all the way in, so deep you can’t go
any more, our hips jammed together, I picture your cock right at the entrance
to my womb, and then. . .”

Her words, even more than her hands, were having an
amazing effect, and I was hard again, she’d used her magic to turn me into a
machine. “And then I imagine your cock right at the entrance, completely
covering it, and when you come, I think of your seed rocketing into me, filling
me.”

I tried to picture it. I didn’t have the knowledge
of women’s anatomy that maybe I should have, but with that voice, those
thoughts, it didn’t matter. It sounded so decadent, so exciting, my virile seed
in her.

Without looking up at me, still toying with my cock,
Joanne said, “Peter and I have decided to get pregnant.”

I almost fell off the bed. Just when I was almost
overwhelmed by the thought of cumming inside her, thinking the unthinkable, she
went and brought it up. I could feel myself deflating.

“No, no, don’t do that,” she said, her fingers
flicking over my cock.

“When?” I mumbled, my mind a little dazed.