Glass Towers, Shattered (Glass Towers Trilogy) (31 page)

“Danielle, I could just do this all night and into the wee hours of the morning.”  He rasps into my ear.  Gasp.  I love this man.

“I have an idea, why don’t we go upstairs and take a bath?  We can relax in some bubbles before we go to bed.”  He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I answer in my best coy voice, “
I
am
in need of a relaxing bath after all the adult fun that has taken place in this house tonight.”

“Good, then let’s adjourn this party upstairs.” 
Harrison shows me the grand master bath, and runs the water for me. There is a basket on the tub, full of luxurious salts, lotions, and a rainbow of body washes.

“I am going to go grab the towels and something
for you to drink, just relax and enjoy yourself,” Harrison whispers as he kisses me gently on the lips.

Damn, will he always turn me on this way
? Every touch, every kiss, sends me into a complete tailspin.

There is one candle on the windowsill.
I start to open drawers and find a set of matches. They look ancient; let’s hope they work. I strike the match and place the lighted candle back on the windowsill. I grab my phone, turning on Pandora. I need a little sexy relaxing music to wind me down.

Just as I am about to slip off my shirt, Harrison enters the room.
Dear lord, I love how he is wearing those pants loose around his hips and nothing else. Barefoot and all chiseled, down to those pelvic bones, that sight make me want to rip his clothes off at this very moment. He is holding a large, candelabra in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other. This man and his champagne. I remember the last time we drank champagne in the bathroom. I will never forget my first experience with the champagne shower. Harrison places the candles and champagne on the bathroom counter.

“So
, what happened to the towels, Mr. Towers?”

“
Miss Austen, I have more pressing plans for us.”

Oh
, holy hell. This is not going to wind down as I had imagined.

Harrison walks over to the tub and turns off the water.
I walk over to the cabinet and start to look for towels. He is making me nervous and excited now. I am never quite sure what to expect out of this man. Whatever it is though, I am sure it will top off our last bathroom experience.

I hear his soft footsteps behind me.
He places his hands on each side of my shoulders, as I am looking into the bathroom mirror. He reaches around and unbuttons the shirt that I borrowed from him. The shirt slides down my body, resting around my hips. His lips are on the side of my neck, working it over with that skilled mouth of his. The cool draft coming into the old bathroom ignites all of my senses, while his warm tongue circles over my cool skin. My head is rolling back in a half moon as his hands come around, under my arms, and grab my full breasts. My body melts back into his, as I look at myself in the mirror. This is so erotic. I take both of my hands above my head and grab his hair, as he works his mouth lower on my shoulder blades. The more my body responds, the harder I grab on. His hands slide down my sides and push the shirt to the ground, as his tongue trails all the way down and back up. He reaches for my hands and places them on the counter.

“Don’t move, just feel.”

Shit! Just fuck me already. I can’t take this torture anymore!

It’s odd to think that after all the sex we’ve been having, I simply cannot get enough.

I move my right hand to my collarbone, to feel my flushed, sensitive skin.

He moves it right back
to the counter, “I said don’t move them.”

Can this get any fucking hotter?
Just take me now, Harrison. He must love the thought of torturing my needy little body. He releases me for a moment and steps away.

I hear the sound of the champagne pop behind me.
Harrison swiftly grabs my hair into a side ponytail and pours the cold champagne down my back. I jump for a moment. It is cold, tingly and God damn, this is hot. He pulls tighter on my hair when I move. My hands begin gripping the counter harder, this is making my “P” so fucking wet. Once again, I feel the trail of champagne run down my back and over my ass. Harrison’s tongue laps up the trail of tasty bubbly running down my body.  My back arches, pushing my ass against him.

In a matter of seconds, Harrison picks me up
, and pushes everything to one side of the counter. He places me on the cold tiles facing him.

He cups both hands around my face, “I can’t get enough of you
, Danielle.”

He kisses me passionately, assaulting every inch of my mouth with his tongue.
My whole body rages with desire. Harrison grabs the bottle of champagne and takes a long drink. He lets out a loud, sensual sigh. I can feel it coming. My eyes widen and my body responds in anticipation. He places the cool champagne bottle between my legs, rubbing against my “P”, as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. My body adjusts to the warmness of his mouth and the ice cold of the bottle. Holy hell, what he is doing to me! I want to combust and cum right now. I can’t take it anymore. I am shifting against the cool bottle, and it actually feels hot against my needy loins. Harrison takes the bottle and pours some bubbly into my mouth. The champagne flows out of my mouth, down my neck over my tits, down my stomach pooling at my “P”. Fuck me! This is too damn good!

I hear the clank of the bottle
, as he discards it on the counter. The candles continue to flicker in the dim light. Our reflections shine in the mirror. Harrison and his mirror play, I have to admit this is fucking hot.

Harrison’s tongue follow
s the trail of champagne down my body, circling over my erect nipples, down my belly, and to my sweet spot between my legs. He hungrily licks every last drop of the champagne off my body. The pleasure is overwhelming!

He clears more
items from the counter and gently lays me back on the counter. He reaches down and grabs a wide red silk tie, showing it to me.

“I want you to focus on the pleasure of feeling
, without seeing what I am doing.”

Hmmm!
What the hell does he have up his sleeve now! I am so under his spell that he can  do whatever the hell he wants to me!

“I’m game
Harrison.”

“Good.
Just feel. Don’t think about anything but the pleasure that I am about to give you.”

He ties the silk around my eyes, and loosely knots it behind my head.
This is just thrilling and exciting the hell out of me. He is all in it for my pleasure, and that turns me on even more.

He inches his way down my body
, kissing every damn crevice, lingering at all my most sensitive spots. He places his tongue right under my breasts again and that is enough to make me cum right now. This man is a master with his tongue, I can’t deny that. He can set me off with one lick and touch of his mouth. He moves down to my “P” and starts to attack every delicate, overly sensitive tissue. Kissing, licking, biting and pleasing all of me.

I am starting to feel the wave of pleasure coming over me and the buildup to my climax beginning.
Harrison abruptly removes his face from between my shaking legs. Brief seconds pass before I hear a clang.  Still blindfolded, I can’t make out what he is about to do.

Without warning,
I feel a sudden hot sensation on my leg. Hot wax! Damn him! Hot wax dripping on my left thigh, then my right. Holy shit. I scream.

“Shhhhh” He silences my mouth with his.
“I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

Oh my!
This is mind blowing! The hot sensation stinging my skin, followed by a cooling sensation as Harrison blows air all over me. He knows exactly where to put it, to make my body crave it more. Who knew hot wax could be so freaking sensual. He takes his finger and rubs a light layer of the warmed wax over my lower abs. My hot spot. The exact spot that Harrison works as I am ready to cum. It sets me off every time. His tongue throbs inside me again, as he pushes his face further and deeper into me. The warmness of the wax, and the way he is massaging my lower abs, near my aching “P” is triggering my all my senses. The faster and harder he works inside and outside of me, the more my body tenses and trembles with pleasure. The buildup is starting to peak as my “P” clenches around his seeking tongue. It hits. My body shudders. Harrison removes the tie from my face, as I am about to hit the max. Our eyes lock. The first time Harrison said, “Look at me when you cum,” replays in my mind.

Our eyes
connect as he pushes his tongue deeper into me, and encourages my shuddering orgasm. I am screaming Harrison’s name, as I pull his head in closer. My body pulses out of control, and every nerve in my body comes to attention. My full-body orgasms seem to get stronger every time. My breathing is heavy, and I am choking up on my breath and orgasm. I start to come back down from my rapture. I look at Harrison’s cloudy sex eyes, matched by the dark, sensual look on his face.  This scene will always be unforgettable in my mind.

Harrison picks me up and kisses me softly
from my shoulders to my lips. My legs and arms wrap tightly around his hard body. The taste of my pleasure on his lips is so erotic and intoxicating. He carries me over to the tub and places me in the warm water. The water hits every sensitive spot of my body.

Harrison removes his
pants and lowers his body into the tub with me.

I lay in between his strong
, masculine legs, with his long arms and strong hands wrapped around mine. He cleanses my body with the soaps next to the tub, lathering up my shoulders, chest, and entire lower region. I luxuriate in the closeness I feel resting against Harrison’s body. He gently kisses my neck, cheeks and forehead. I think to myself. this is where I want to be, always.

“Good morning beautiful.
I am glad you are awake; I have a surprise for you, breakfast on a mat!” My eyes open to the sexiest man I have ever seen, looking down at me with a mischievous smile on his face.

I stretch and make an effort to sit up.
Harrison sets a tray next to me on the floor. The food looks delicious; I have no doubt that it is courtesy of Philippe.

Harrison is wearing a black v-neck sweater and a tight
-fitting pair of straight-legged jeans with his motorcycle boots. I get a whiff of his freshly showered scent. Aha, there must be a shower that works in this huge house.

I nibble on a chocolate
-filled croissant, while Harrison stands by one of the windows, drinking his coffee.

Without turning to me
, he speaks “What do you think of this place. I mean what do you really think? I am still unsure as to what I want to do with it.” He glances back at me then looks back outside.

It’s a cloudy morning and it occurs to me that he has to drive home on his motorcycle.

I think for a minute about what he has asked me, “Well, I’m not sure either Harrison. You could have it restored to its original grandeur, or you could tear it down and re-build.”

“Yes, well that is rather obvious.
What I was asking is what do you think I should do with it?”

“I think you should restore the house.”

“Okay, then it’s yours.”

“What do you mean its mine?”

“This house, it’s yours. I see you here.” His eyes are locked with mine. It is unnerving when he looks at me like that. It’s like he is not looking at me, but into my soul.

I swallow hard. “I’m not sure
that I understand what you are saying, Harrison. You want me to design the restoration?”

“No
, Danielle. I am giving you this house.”

I scramble to my feet
, forgetting that I am naked. “Harrison you can’t just give me this house.”

He is laughing at me.
“Oh yes I can, actually, I can do whatever I want, and I have decided that I’m giving you this house.”

I’m still standing in front of him
, completely naked. I can’t believe my ears. He wants to give me this house? “Can’t you just give me a charm bracelet? Don’t you think a house is too extravagant a gift? I sure do!”

“I think a house is more charming than a bracelet.”
He actually giggles at that. Real funny.

I reach down and pick up the sheet off the mat to cover myself.
“Oh no you don’t.” He snatches the sheet out of my hand and covers his lips over mine, while he reaches down and caresses my bare breast. I instantly feel my loins moisten with desire. His other hand rests on my crotch, and he shoves two fingers inside my “P”. “Damn it, Danielle, I want to be inside your wet pussy.” He lowers me down to the mat and stands above me, unzipping his pants and pulling his sweater over his head. He bends over and unbuckles his boots, kicking them off to the side. I reach up and tug on his boxer briefs. He laughs and falls to the mat with me. I pat the mat with my hand, and he lies next to me. I lean over and take his hard cock into my mouth. He moans and pushes his head further back into the mat. I trace my tongue along the throbbing tip, moving slowly down the shaft. With my hand cupped behind his balls, I gently rub, while I lick and suckle his sensitive gems. He groans loudly and fondles my breast, while I continue to give his cock pleasure.