Two's Company

her clit and just
    when she was about to come, he pulled her back. He slid his mouth to her
    opening and sucked her pussy juices before moving back to her clit where he
    blew a raspberry until she writhed and screamed his name. He continued that
    sweet torture for several minutes until Gillian’s body glistened with perspiration.
    Her hands massaged her tits, and she begged him over and over to make
    her come. With one last breath, he blew on her clit, vibrated it with his lips and
    watched her face while she came, screaming for more. When at last she finished,
    she fell limply back onto the bed, panting. Ian lapped at her gently until her
    breathing returned to normal, then slid up to lay beside her.
    With a gentle kiss, he pushed the hair back out of her face. “Roll over to
    your side,” he whispered. With her ass pressed against his hard cock, he held
    one cheek in his hand and slid slowly into her, taking his time filling her. He
    wrapped an arm around her waist, splayed the flat of his hand on her abdomen
    and pressed her back against him. Sliding his other arm around her shoulders
    with her head resting on his upper arm, he pulled her head back against him.
    He wrapped his hand around one of her tits and began stroking his dick
    in and out of her. Slowly building up speed and force, he slipped the hand on her
    abdomen lower so that his fingers reached between her legs and found her clit.
    With each stroke of his cock, her pussy moved forward against his fingers,
    bringing her to the edge again. She panted and moaned while he moved his
    other hand from her breast to her throat and squeezed just until her airflow had
    been nearly shut off. He pounded his cock into her, harder and harder, until her
    pussy contracted hard around him and her juices flooded him. He released her
    throat, wrapped both arms tightly around her, and bit the back of her neck when
    he came.
    With her body held tightly against him, he panted harshly, “Be still. Just
    don’t move for a moment.”
    Gillian didn’t think she could move if her life depended on it. She panted
    and tried to catch her breath. She felt Ian’s body begin to relax, so she clenched
    her pussy muscles around his semi-erect dick. She laughed when he groaned.
    “How ya doin’?” she asked.
    “Close to death. You?”
    “Better now. Goodness, I don’t know how much women pay you for that,
    but whatever it is, you’re worth every penny!” Gillian chuckled.
    Ian pulled her closer and whispered, “It doesn’t matter how much they
    pay me, they never get that.”
    Gillian turned her head to look at him but his eyes were already closed.
    She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it.
                                                    ~ * ~
    The phone rang bright and early the next morning. Ian moaned as he
    rolled over to answer it. “Hello,” he said groggily.
    “Brunch at mother’s in two hours,” Sylvia announced. “Be there.”
    “What time is it?”
    “Nearly ten-thirty. Get out of bed and be here on time, please?”
    “Yes, dear,” he groaned. “I’ll be there.” He fumbled to hang up the
    receiver.
    He rolled back over and smiled as he watched Gillian sleeping. Her hair
    fanned the pillow like a halo and a slight smile curved her lips. The sheet
    wrapped around her waist and her nipples were puckered as if inviting him. He
    moved toward her and accepted the invitation.
    “That’s the best way to wake up,” Gillian said, sitting up. They’d made
    love for nearly an hour.
    “Just wait until you see what I have planned in the shower,” Ian said,
    raising both eyebrows. “We have to be at my mother’s for brunch by twelve-thirty.”
    “What? Oh, no, I can’t go.”
    “Why not?”
    “We can’t show up there together. There’s no earthly reason the two of us
    should be together.”
    Ian laughed, took her hand and tugged her into the bathroom. “Don’t
    worry about it. I’ll take you by your hotel so you can change, but first I’ll call Syl
    and ask if she wants me to pick you up since I’m closer than she is.”
    “Okay.” Gillian nodded. She stepped into the open rainfall shower,
    grabbed his hand and pulled him in with her.

Chapter 5
     
    Ian opened the door to his mother’s house without knocking and ushered
    Gillian inside. Taking her jacket, he handed it to Gwyneth, the maid, and
    escorted Gillian into the parlor.
    “Oh, you’re here,” Sylvia said with