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Dermot pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles. Holding her by the hips, he scooted her to the very edge of the seat, then nudged her knees as far apart as they would go.
“Lean back,” he told her.
“Yes.” Her breathless answer had become almost inaudible. She leaned her head back and cradled her neck on the buttery smooth leather, tilting her hips to expose her sex to his sight and touch.
Dermot rested his hands on her thighs, pressing lightly to keep them spread, and used his thumbs to delve between her slick folds. When he brushed her swollen clitoris, she moaned and thrust toward him.
He dipped his thumbs in the wellspring of liquid pooling within her, making her shudder and moan again. Then he slid his wet thumbs over and around the tight bud until she thought she’d go insane.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted, not knowing what she was agreeing to now, only that he made her feel so good that she never wanted him to stop.
And then his thumbs were replaced by his tongue. Eileen gasped. He swept a wet caress around her sensitive bud, and then surrounded it with his mouth.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Yes.”
She plunged her fingers into his thick hair, cradling his skull and holding his mouth right there while she bucked against him, trying to deepen his kiss. He began sucking on her bud, still flicking it with his tongue.
Eileen writhed madly against him, clutching his head and pumping her hips.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her whispered litany was broken by sharp gasps and low moans as his skilled mouth and tongue brought her closer and closer to climax without giving her release.
He cupped her ass with one hand, supporting her as he plundered her with his mouth. Then his other hand reached past what he was doing with his tongue and found her vagina.
He teased her, slipping one, then two, then three fingers just past the sensitive ridge of muscle. She shook, trembling under his onslaught, and locked her thighs around his neck.
“Yes. Yes. Please. Now. Yes.”
His fingers thrust deeply into her vagina just as his teeth bit lightly on her clitoris. Eileen came in a blinding rush, all light and heat and wave after wave of fluid pouring out of her that he lapped and suckled.
She floated, Dermot’s skilled hands and mouth keeping her body hot and excited while her mind and spirit spun in wheeling ecstasy. Gradually, her passion cooled, and she returned to awareness to find herself fully clothed and sitting c
radled in Dermot’s lap on the back seat. His free hand was tucked beneath her shirt, softly caressing her breast.
“Welcome back to Earth,” he whispered. “Did you have a nice flight?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Oh, yes.”
She closed her eyes and leaned against his wool-clad chest, wishing his suit coat and crisp shirt were gone so she could feel his heated skin beneath her cheek. She heard the steady beat of his heart, and snuggled closer.
His hand closed over her breast, as if he wanted to feel her heartbeat as well, and he held her quietly. The only sound was the gentle swell of violins, building to the final crescendo of the music.
The limousine lurched, rocking them forward then back against the upholstery. Eileen lifted her head to look out the window. They were turning onto a narrow street, almost impassibly cluttered with double parked cars. Scraggly trees struggled for life amid the exhaust fumes, their narrow circles of dirt imprisoned within larger squares of concrete. People bundled in heavy coats strode briskly along the sidewalk, their heads down and shoulders hunched as if they battled a strong wind. The buildings’ brown and gray polished marble and granite walls reflected distorted views of the cars and pedestrians.
The limousine lurched again, turning to squeeze between two marble pillars flanking a cobblestone circular drive that passed underneath one of the buildings. Bumping over the uneven surface, the limousine slowly drew even with an elderly black doorman liveried in the same brown and gray as the building.
Dermot released her, sliding her onto the seat beside him. The limousine slowed to a stop and the electronic locks popped open. No sooner had she heard the click, than the doorman swung open the limousine’s door.
The tiny doorman peered inside the car. “Good evening Mr. Stone, ma’am. Would you like a hand?”
Eileen thought it was more likely that she would pull the man into the car than that he could successfully pull her out of it.
“I can manage.”
He nodded his head and stepped aside, holding the door so that it wouldn’t swing back and hit her as she exited. Dermot followed her out of the limousine a moment later.
“Good evening, Clarence. Has your grandson heard back on his audition yet?”
“Not yet, sir.” He shut the car door and hurried ahead of them to open the glass door into the building. “By Tuesday, they said.”
