Breathe Him Deep (Pursued By The Shenandoah Valley Billionaire) (3 page)

I
noticed that the dark, tinted window that separated the driver's compartment
from our spacious area in the back of the limo had already been raised and
secured. It's as if Michael already knew what was going to happen. Michael
quickly took off his black sport coat and hurriedly undid his gray tie.
Bringing his attention back to me, I reached out my hand to him moving my fingers
in a come hither fashion. He dove into me with a deep passionate kiss. His hand
flew under my skirt, massaging my thigh as he moved towards my sex.

His
hand cupped my sex. Moving his palm over my aching cleft, two of his fingers
began to massage gently up and down over my very wet opening. The thin membrane
of my panties was the only thing keeping his long digits from their sultry
destination. I was so hot and excited that I wanted so badly to feel him inside
me as he had yesterday. I reached up and ran my hands down his long, strong arms.
His massaging of my clit over my panties and his fingers incessant push on the
opening of my sex had me so close to coming. I could hardly stand it. I ran my
hands down his white oxford shirt over his tight abs. I untucked his white
oxford shirt and then moved to begin unbuckling his belt.

He
reached down with his other hand stopping me, "I want to make you come
again," he whispered, his hand never stopping its massage of my sex.

I
looked deep into his eyes, "I want to feel your cock so badly," I
cooed. "Please."

He
looked at me with such passion and said, "I want you to have whatever will
make you happy." With that, he took my hand and placed it on the rock
solid bulge protruding from his slacks. Just touching his manhood even over his
slacks caused a rush of insatiable desire to flow through me.

"Make
me come, Michael, now!" I moaned loudly.

Without
saying a word, he bent down on both knees between my legs. Releasing his
arousing hold on my sex, he took my panties in each of his hands and gently
pulled them over my long legs. I reached down and cupped my thighs, pulling
them towards my waist and exposing my sex to him.

"Oh,
my God, you are so beautiful," he moaned as I watched his dark eyes take
in my Brazilian waxed sex. His long fingers stroked my soft, small triangle of
hair. His fingers opened up my swollen folds, exposing my throbbing clit.

One of his
strong hands clasped over mine holding my thighs. He bent down and took a deep
breath as his face hovered just above my wetness.

"Oh,
you smell divine. I want your pussy." To feel this man wanting me so badly
and to know the control and power he had to bring me to such ecstasy yesterday
had my hips moving back and forth coaxing him to dive into me.

"Please,
Michael, taste me."

His
tongue circled my glistening pearl. I pulled harder back on my thighs as his
fingers entered my wet, wanting sex. All I could think about was touching him
as he licked and kissed me. I let go of my thighs and brought my hands to his
lovely, thick brown hair. As his fingers massaged me deeply and his lips locked
on to my swollen clit, I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing his head
harder into me.

"Oh,
God, Michael!" I called out to him as every muscle and nerve in my sex
clinched his three fingers. "You make me feel so good," I uttered as
warm waves of ecstasy flowed through me. As I caught my breath, I opened my
eyes and looked down at the sexiest man in the world loving me between my legs.
Michael's fingers retreated from their stimulation. He kissed up and down my
thighs causing me to quiver to the point that I thought I might come again.

"You
are so beautiful," he moaned between soft kisses over my tingling thighs.

"And
you are quite amazing with those fingers and your tongue."

"I
can't get enough of you," he breathed bringing his head to mine and
kissing me on the cheek.

"I
think that's what I should say about you. Seeing how you know exactly how to
bring the best out of me," I giggled.

"There's
no denying you are the best," he said with such sultriness that all I
wanted was him inside of me again.

I
laid there looking at him, touching his hands as he held himself up over me. "So
far, I think this thing we have has been a little lopsided."

He
looked at me perplexed and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It
seems that I'm the only one who keeps getting happy."

"Make
no mistake about it," he said as he leaned in as if to kiss me. "I am
a very happy man. I can hardly contain the joy in me with you here." A
smile flitted on my face. "And seeing you in such pleasure makes me even
happier."

I
reached up and pushed him back. I crouched slightly over him, my skirt falling
down over my still tingling sex. "Get up on to the seat," I
commanded.

His
pants were still loosely clinging to his hips, so I quickly unbuckled the belt
and peeled down his slacks to his knees. The swollen tip of his cock was
peeking out his blue, green and white plaid boxers. I ran my finger across the
tip of his cock, collecting a drop of his pre-come. Kneeling between his legs,
I slowly brought the finger to my lips and sucked his sweetness while watching
him intently.

"Oh
my, you are killing me, Katie," he groaned.

"Let's
not do that," I said with a sly grin.

I
peeled his boxer opening to the side allowing his cock to elevate towards me. I
took him in my hand and placed my lips around his swollen head. He gently
pulled my long brown hair to the side so that he could see me attend to him. He
was so large in my mouth. His sweet taste and manly smell filled my senses. I
moved my mouth up and down on his cock, keeping a firm grip on the base of his
penis.

"Oh,
that feels so good," he moaned as his hips gyrated up pushing him further
into my mouth. I looked up at him as I ran my tongue up and down the underside
of his cock. He began to breathe heavily and I could feel he was getting close.
I winked at him with my baby blues then moved my mouth faster over his swollen
cock head in rhythm with my hand massaging his thickness.

He
grabbed my head with both hands, "Oh, please! Oh, please! Katie! Look at
me!"

I
brought my eyes back to his handsome face. I could feel the tremor flow through
my hand and see the pleasure fill his face. His semen filled my mouth as little
droplets flowed down the back of my throat. I released his cock from my lips, stroking
his rod in my hand to release more semen.

"Oh
God, just to see your eyes and know your mouth is on me. I don't think there's
anything greater in the world. You are so God damn sexy, Katie!"

I
swallowed the last few droplets and licked my lips. "You certainly know
how to flatter a girl, Mr. Cinder."

He
reached down and pulled me up to him. "You don't need any flattery, you
are perfect."

I
really didn't know how to take that as my head was swimming in all the
excitement and rush of our connection. I felt overwhelmingly good as this
beautiful man, who was holding me in his arms, had brought me to probably the
most overwhelmingly pleasurable orgasms I have ever had in my life and was
saying words to me that my heart had longed to hear for years. "You must
say that to all the ladies in your life."

As
if ignoring my push off of his compliment for a second time after he made me
come, he leaned down and kissed my cheek then said, "I was serious about
that offer for dinner. And I won't take no for an answer."

I
ran my hand down his arm, "I thought I had answered that question by not
responding earlier to your flowers and card."

"I
don't take no very easily."

"I
know very little about you, Mr. Cinder. But I do know this, you certainly don't
take
no
very seriously if all that
has happened between you and me in the last twenty-four hours is any
indication."

He
squeezed me tighter. "So, it's a yes?"

I
giggled. Before I could answer him, he reached for the intercom button on the
limo door and called to the driver, "Stanley, thank you for the ride
around downtown. It was beautiful. Please, proceed to Morton's."

"Yes,
Mr. Cinder," came Stanley's voice back over the intercom.

We
arrived at Morton's Steakhouse about ten minutes later. After getting somewhat
straightened up in the limo, I told Michael that I needed to visit the ladies
room right away just to make sure I was at my best for him. As I entered the
women's lounge, I had conflicting feelings vying for my heart. Having awesome orgasms
twice within the last twenty-four hours was definitely causing me to feel a lot
better about myself. But, I was also feeling something else about Michael. There
was a little voice inside that kept saying,
don't
.
But after such an awesome high with probably the most beautiful man I have ever
had in my life, all I wanted to do was to be near him. I ignored the little,
familiar voice hoping that maybe this time would be different. I walked back to
the lobby with a swagger that announced I was one happy lady. And indeed I was
after that limo ride. I'm not sure if anyone could see the swagger, but I
certainly felt it. I took Michael by the arm and he led us to a back room just
past the bar. Our table was kind of secluded, but not completely out of the
way. I wondered if this was his usual spot with the ladies, for business
lunches, or whatever else he may do. Like a gentleman he helped me scoot up my
chair before seating himself.

"Is
this okay for you?" He asked.

"Well,
I was hoping for something a little more along the lines of maybe like In-N-Out
Burger for our first dinner. But Morton's steakhouse will just have to do,"
I said teasingly.

He
smiled as he took his napkin and placed it in his lap. Feigning a foreign
accent he said, "This In-N-Out Burger you speak of, what kind of place is
this?"

"I
tell you what, how about you get this dinner time and I'll take you out to In-N-Out
Burger next time. It's on me." I squeezed his hand.

In
his own beautiful voice he said to me with a smile, "Whether we dine here,
in San Francisco, in Paris, or even at the local In-N-Out Burger, it will
always be on me."

Oh my God, this man is amazing
, is all I could think about. He was
either the best player I've ever run into or the type of man my heart had been
longing for, for years. The amazing part was getting to me as my concern about
him being a player and more specifically if he was engaged or not was beginning
to creep back up into my thoughts. I had this huge lump in my throat and I
needed to express it.

"So,
I have a question for you," I said as I took a sip of water.

"What
would you like to know?"

"Well,
I have really enjoyed this last, not even a full day with you, but I am a
little concerned about something." He looked at me intently. I was so
hesitant to ask him this question, as I didn't want the answer to ruin our
night. "I'm not sure…."

Just
as I was about to ask the question, a couple approached from the side.

"Michael!"
Called a man dressed in a black suit with a young, beautiful woman on his arm.

Michael
stood to greet him. "Charles, so good to see you. What brings you to
Sacramento?"

"You
know, same old song and dance here in California's state capital. Business here
in Sac and pleasure down in L.A." He laughed.

It
looked like Charles was getting a little pleasure here in northern California
as well. I had a pretty good feeling that the woman on his arm was not his wife
or girlfriend but someone he had rendezvoused with here on his business trip. She
was just a little too taken to Charles, as she was nearly hanging off his arm
in her very mini dress, five inch heels and tipsier than I was yesterday.

"When
are you going to come down to L.A. for a little pleasure?" Winked Charles
as he tapped Michael’s arm with his fist playfully. Michael seemed to ignore
Charles' try at barroom masculine bonding and instead stuck out his hand to the
woman, "Hello, I'm Michael Cinder."

She
took his hand and giggled. She was most definitely enamored with Michael. Who
wouldn't be? A pang of jealousy singed my heart.

Charles'
eyes made a beeline for me, "Well, who is this lovely lady, Michael?"

Turning
towards me he said, "This is Ms. Davis."

"Hello,"
Charles said as he reached out his hand to me while the woman on his arm gave
me a little bit of a dagger look from behind him. "Is she a colleague or
friend?" Charles asked Michael as he took my hand and kissed it.

Michael
didn't respond and instead avoided the question. "Charles, it is so good
to see you again. Let's do golf sometime. Just give my secretary a call and let
me know when you will be in town next." Charles retreated from my hand and
took Michael's hand in his shaking it firmly.

"It's
always a pleasure, Michael," he said as he turned with his date and walked
away. The lump in my throat had turned into more of a pothole in my stomach as
Michael sat back down at our table.

"So,
what would you like to eat?" He asked as he picked up the menu. "They
have some of the best options for wine in all of Sacramento here at Morton's."