“You have to hold still,” she ordered. “Don’t move your hips and leave your arms above your head.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can.”
Aggie waited while he slowly lowered his backside and raised his arms. She leaned toward his armpit and nipped him sharply. The bite stung and then spread to his nipple and down to his groin. Richard’s arms lifted involuntarily but lowered as Aggie’s eyes commanded. He gave himself into her hands. More accurately, he found, he gave himself over to her mouth. She took the full length of him inside her and slowly tightened her cheeks. Richard groaned and fought to still the automatic pumping of his hips.
Then her lips and tongue and teeth went wild over him. He strained against his upright arms and pulled his hips down to the bed in obedience. The dual control and release were a powerful aphrodisiac. Her mouth teased and squeezed and tormented his cock and the aching grew in his belly until he knew he must explode. His hips rocked and her hands pinned him and the fluid built inside him until he must let go, he must.
“Now,” he gritted, warning her so she could lift her mouth if she wanted.
Her lips stayed in place and her tongue lapped and her teeth raked and her cheeks squeezed and she milked him as the sperm shot out of him like a cannon.
“Holy shit!” he screamed. The sperm kept coming and coming. He could have sired an army with this coming, Richard felt. At last the pumping of his hips subsided and he collapsed back onto the bed. Aggie lay down on his chest.
“You can lower your arms now,” she advised him.
He lifted his hands over her head and draped his arms over her shoulders and back. She leaned up and kissed him. He could taste himself on her tongue and his cock stirred as the sense memory of the orgasm returned.
“When you get a little energy,” Aggie said into his chest, “it’s my turn.”
Her turn? Richard’s strength returned quickly as he imagined what he would do to her. He would make her come a hundred, no a thousand times. He would tie her and separate her and…. Richard sat up, dragging Aggie with him. He was ready.
He stripped her clothes efficiently and folded them neatly on the table. He wrapped her wrists together with one end of his necktie. He dragged a chair to the bedside. He laid Aggie out face up across the bed and secured the other end of the tie to the armrest of the chair. She smiled and nodded. He knelt between her legs and spread her knees.
“Don’t move now,” he smiled, imitating her words. This was fun.
Unlike her, he couldn’t resist touching her with his hands. He placed them on her breasts and squeezed. She squirmed beneath him.
“Hold still,” he reminded her.
“Make me,” she taunted.
Richard climbed off and straightened her legs. He trapped her hips firmly between his knees and began teasing in earnest. He tongued her armpit as she laughed and then gasped and then moaned. He took each nipple in turn into his mouth and tongued it to a roughened peak. Her hips heaved under him though his knees restricted her movement to a minimum. At last he could resist her nectar no longer. He released her hips and spread her knees.
“Yes,” she whispered as his fingers parted her labia. He stroked the silky moist flesh of her inner lips. He thrust two fingers hard inside her and she arched up into his hand and cried out. He almost withdrew but the pulsing that began deep inside reassured him that the cry was of ecstasy, not pain. The throbbing grew as he pressed and pushed against her inner walls and then she shook all over and hot sticky moisture flooded his fingers. He pulled them out and raised them to his lips. She was salty and sweet and indescribably delicious. Remembering the taste of his cum on her lips, he raised another fingerful to her mouth. She opened her lips obediently.
“You taste wonderful,” he told her. “Fresh and healthy and sweet.”
“So, eat me,” she smiled lazily.
Richard needed no further invitation. He lowered his mouth to her crotch and kissed her pubic hair in greeting. His fingers separated her lips and he stroked her with the flat of his tongue. She arched her back like a cat. He flicked her clitoris hard and she turned from pussy to tiger. Her arms strained against their bondage and her hips pumped up into his face. He braced her down with his hands and punished her little knob over and over. She started screaming ‘Yes!’ and her frenzy drove Richard’s tongue to faster and harsher torment. The first time she came he ignored her and continued teasing and nipping and stroking the little bud until she climaxed again and then again. At last he relaxed long enough to savor the juices that ran thickly. He thrust his tongue into her cavity and lapped the cum from the walls.
Aggie’s gasp told him that this new pleasure was as welcome as the other. He stretched her open ungently with his index fingers and tongue-fucked her hard. She came in seconds and he kept pulling and stroking. The next orgasm was so powerful she screamed out and her body went rigid instead of trembling. She didn’t ask him to stop. One more, Richard thought. Let’s see what one more does.
He thrust three fingers inside her and began pumping. She found a rhythm with him and rocked her hips. Then he lowered his mouth to her clitoris and latched his lips onto the bud. He sucked and stretched the knob to its fullest extension and as his teeth grazed the lower edge, she came again. The explosion rocked them and the bed and seemingly the room and the hotel.
When Richard regained awareness, Aggie lay inert on the bed. Her limbs were flaccid and her mouth hung slightly open. He wondered for an instant if she had survived the climax. Then she snored and Richard fell in love.
Chapter 19
Angela awoke hours later alone in the hotel room. She thought about getting up and going back to the Sylvia. She thought about phoning her sister to let her know she was okay. Then she drifted back into a deep sleep.
When she awoke for the second time, the winter sun shone through a crack in the curtains. Angela pulled back the drapes and was amazed to see sparkling water backed by a range of majestic white-topped mountains. Vancouver was another city in the sunshine. She phoned a rampaging Aggie and told her she would be back soon. She’d pick up breakfast for them both on the way. She took a leisurely shower and washed her hair. Each touch of her fingers reawoke skin Richard had caressed.
At last she made it back to the Sylvia, bagels in hand. Her twin flung open the door as she inserted the key.
“Where have you been?” she demanded hoarsely. “Here I am half dead and you disappear for the whole night.”
Aggie burst into tears.
“It wasn’t Jimmy.” Angela understood the real cause of her sister’s distress.
“What?” Aggie rubbed the sleeve of her robe over her eyes.
“I spent the night with Richard.”
“Mr. Urbano? The lawyer?” Aggie sounded incredulous. Surely she didn’t think Richard was that bad.
“I like him,” Angela said defensively. “Do you want a bagel?”
“You and your repulsive bagels,” Aggie complained. “I haven’t kept anything down in almost two days now.”
“Poor Aggie,” Angela commiserated. “You always got the worst of it.”
“Yeah,” her twin agreed. “You’d bring home a bug and then I’d get twice as sick.”
“Go back to bed,” Angela suggested.
Aggie staggered to the sofa. “Tell me what happened.”
“Jimmy went out of town, so he deputized Richard to look after me. You, I mean, but of course it was really me.” She grinned. “I seduced him.”
“Poor Richard.”
“He’s hot, Aggie,” Angela boasted. “Like a firecracker.”
“What did you…” her sister began. “No, I won’t ask.”