Pearl (The Pearl Series) (8 page)

I had to finish off what she started. I took my cock in a tight vice of a grip and began moving it up and down ferociously. I had Pearl’s hot, wet pussy in my mind’s eye, her glorious ass. I was on rewind, remembering my tongue exploring all her crevices, her screams when I reached her G-spot.
Her amazing scent. Her taste. Her wet
….I clenched my cock tighter….
wet….pussy…her hot, wet, horny, tight….her mouth…her lips…her ass…her big blue eyes…her smooth skin…her wet
….I could feel myself coming hard. Semen burst from me in a thick, scalding rush. It spurted all over the bathroom mirror as my hips drove forward in one last thrust. I groaned quietly, my release felt fucking great.

As I cleaned up my mess, I could hear Indira’s screeching curses. She was yelling, “Who the fuck is she? Who IS she?!” I knew I was in big trouble and I hoped it wouldn’t screw things up with the charity or with her cousin.

But all I could think about was what it was going to be like when I fucked Pearl.

Actually, I didn’t want to just fuck Pearl, I wanted to make love to her, too.

I called Sophie to warn her about how I’d spurned Indira and the backlash that could follow with the grease-ball cousin. My sister was quick to act. She organized a high-class sex worker to sweeten him up. The girl admitted that it was the best gig she’d ever had—she was paid handsomely for her service. Sophie, you see, used to be in the game herself. She knew about Pussy Power. I managed to steer clear of the cousin and let my sister take control of this delicate situation with Indira. But Sophie was as furious with me as Indira was.
Furious.

On the plane back to New York, as Sophie was counting out the uncut emeralds, rubies and sapphires, her slim fingers fondling every nuance, every dimple of the precious stones—our illegal booty—she spat out:

“You fucking moron, that’s the last time I bail you out, fuckhead!”

I was used to Sophie’s tirades—I took them with a pinch of salt.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing snubbing such a powerful woman like Indira Kapoor?” she hissed. “Fuckwit jerk behaving like a fucking schoolboy!”

Sometimes I’d say nothing, just wait for whatever abusive adjective Sophie would come up with next. She had a good imagination. “A schoolboy would have seen the blowjob through,” I said with a wry smile. “A schoolboy wouldn’t have walked off halfway through, the way I did.”

“A fucking dillock, wanking, fuckface fool, that’s what you are!” She brought a sapphire to her lips and kissed it. I burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny. Who is this silly bitch that’s got you so fucking obsessed with her? What is
so special
about her? Eh? What’s so great about her that you couldn’t even fuck beautiful Indira Kapoor? It’s that blonde, isn’t it? That fucking girl-next-door?”

I took a glug of cold beer and relaxed into my airplane seat. “You said she was sexy, if I remember correctly,” I goaded.

“Nobody’s so sexy they have the power to jeopardize a multi-million dollar business deal.”

“I don’t know,” I answered, thinking about a Skype-sex-session Pearl and I had enjoyed, just a while earlier. “Cleopatra stirred things up a bit.”

Sophie narrowed her eyes threateningly. “Fuck off.”

I’d managed to avoid Sophie earlier that day—we’d taken separate limos to Mumbai Airport, but now, I had no choice but to ride in this plane with her. I put on my headphones. This was getting to be a habit: flying about with Sophie on private jets, listening to music, in order to drown out her gibberish. I selected
Sexbomb
by Tom Jones on my iPod, closed my eyes and thought of all the things I was going to do to Pearl the second I got back. I wouldn’t even go home; I’d go straight to her apartment.

7

J
ust rapping at Pearl’s apartment door had me hard. It was about 5 a.m. She opened the door slowly, knowing it was me because I’d just phoned, but she was obviously being cautious.

“Hi,” she said. There was surprise in her tone but also relief. I was hoping she’d just been dreaming about me.

She stood there in a crimson, silk satin robe. More beautiful than I remembered. Her hair was bedroom hair, wild and slept in. I went to kiss her; her mouth tasted of mint and was cool and welcoming. I ripped off her robe which shimmied to the floor, and I stepped back in order to admire her perfect body. Her legs were strong but lean, worked-out but the muscles long and elegant. I noticed her tiny waist, her feminine curves; not too slim but not an ounce of fat. Her tits were, literally, perfect. The kind any man wants to pop into his mouth and suck—ample, very full, but not too big—they didn’t need a bra and the nipples lifted upwards. Pert. I had her just how I wanted her: naked.

“Come here, beauty,” I whispered.

I caught both of her wrists in my right hand, pinning them behind her back. I had her captive. My other hand trailed around her breasts, circling each nipple until they stiffened. I stroked her along her neck and pulled her face to mine, cupping the back of her head. She moaned and leaned in close to me, her measured breath showing me that she was aching to be kissed.

“I’ve been waiting for this, Pearl. You have no idea how much,” I murmured into her mouth.

I explored her curvy lips with my tongue as my erection pressed hard against her abdomen. “All I’ve been thinking about is all the different ways I’m going to make you come, chérie.”

She opened her mouth wider and nipped me on my lower lip like a kitten. Then she fluttered her eyes as if she were in a mesmerized trance, and drew in a sharp breath to steady her nerves. I probed my tongue hard into her welcoming mouth. Greedily. Devouring her taste, my tongue lashing at hers as they tangled in a passionate dance. My hand traced down her neck to her stiff nipples as I played with each one in turn before grazing my fingers down her belly to her clit, where I rested my finger languidly. She groaned. Then I let it slide, oh so slowly, a little further, finding its way inside. As I expected, she was drenching wet. I could feel my cock swell even more. I cupped her whole core with my hand and eased my finger deep into her soaking, velvet cave. A place where I couldn’t wait to call home, call my own. My dark man-cave. Because once I’d entered, I knew I’d want to return over and over again.

“I’m going to have to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear. “So wet already. So. Beautifully. Wet.” I thrust my finger further up inside her and felt her juices.

She was obviously enjoying the moment but was impatient for more—wanting all of me
.
She shook her hands free from my vice behind her back and growled like the little tigress she was. “Alexandre, let me free to do what I want—”

She went down on her knees before me and frantically unbuttoned my jeans. She ripped them down my legs and I stepped out of them. She was as hungry for this as I was. My erection slapped her in the face as it sprang free, so solid, so fucking horny for her lips. She cupped my balls in one hand and guided one into her pretty mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ!
I rocked my hips forward. It felt amazing. So hot. The thermometer was rising fast. I pulled off my shirt. My heart started racing. I gently held her head and laced my fingers through her golden mass of hair as she sucked gently on me, sending my head spinning.

“Oh Pearl. Oh Pearl, baby, you’re so beautiful.”

She got up from her knees to get better leverage, and bending down, started to run her lips along my shaft, teasing me, then lashing her tongue up and down along its pulsating length. I looked down at her, her lips at work with luscious concentration. Fuck this was sensual
.
She teased my sensitive crest, rimming the broad head round and round with the tip of her pink tongue—I swear to God, I felt it all the way down to my toes. This wasn’t just turning me on, this was an
experience,
somehow different than it had been with other women. The way she was doing it with such care made me believe that there was more than just lust dancing between us. It felt as if there were molecules of love filling the air.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes full of wonder and awe and she closed them again. Did I see a tear fall? I think so. This meant something
big
to her (didn’t mean to sound crass there). But seriously, this was an intimacy that was not only electric, but strangely poetic. What she was doing meant the world to her in that moment. My pleasure was her pleasure because she was moaning while she had me in her mouth and lost in a kind of reverie.

With all the women I had been with (and there have been far, far too many) this one was different. I could tell that she was already hopelessly in love with me, and I wanted to protect her, nourish her (again, no joke intended). But I saw her as so vulnerable, my cock in her mouth as she was feasting on me. Her head was bobbing up and down and she clawed my ass with her nails, pulling me closer to her, hungry for every inch of me.

“Pearl, cherié, this is what I’ve been dreaming of. This feels incredible.”

And I meant every word.
What I had been dreaming of.
Not just lately, but for years. Someone who was truly in
love
with me. Not only for what I could offer her, but also for what she could offer
me.
Pearl was giving me her all. Here was a woman who was no expert, but because she cared so much about pleasing me, I found it the most erotic thing in the world. She was moving fast by now, my massive length in her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She was jerking her head speedily up and down, up and down, sucking hard, her lips like a vacuum.
It felt fucking amazing.

“Pearl. Oh you beautiful, rare pearl,” I breathed, exploding as I fucked her luscious mouth, coming like a train, hard and mercilessly into her. There was a lot bursting from within me; she’d fucking aroused me. In fact, I came twice in a row, spurting like a fountain into her sexy mouth, clamped tightly about me.

And I still wasn’t finished with her. Oh no. This woman had me hooked. I wanted to see her face when I fucked her—see what she’d do when I made her come.

“That’s maybe the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life,” I said, still tingling from all that intense pleasure, as she licked my cum from her lips.

I meant it as a compliment but Pearl looked, for just a second, as if she was about to burst into tears. I suddenly realized why. I’d basically said (in women’s language):
I’ve fucked loads of women
. Foolishly, I used the word, ‘maybe.’ That was
maybe
(Jesus you have to choose your words carefully with the female sex) the best blowjob…e.g.
there’s competition out there. I am comparing you with others.
Bad choice of word: maybe.

I had to dig myself out of my
faux pas
, fast.

But I couldn’t help smiling. She was so sweet. So vulnerable. I pulled her up from her position and drew her close to my beating heart. I tilted her head up to me and looked into her eyes, and to reassure her I said, “Come here you gorgeous creature and give me a kiss. You know I want to make love to you, don’t you?”

Her countenance changed from fear of rejection to ease. Better choice of word:
make love
, not
fuck.
There is a difference.