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She nodded, then ran a finger over a button on his shirt. “What do you say we keep this going? Maybe you come home with me tonight?”
He laughed a little, his face flushing. “You’re drunk.”
“No drunker than you,” she said. “Hey, I saw you checking me out in this dress when you first saw me tonight. Wouldn’t you like to know what it looks like on the floor by my bed?”
“This isn’t supposed to be real, Stella,” he said, softly. “Sleeping together would be a terrible idea.”
“On the contrary, I think it’s the perfect idea. It’s been a while since anyone’s put it to me really good and you look like you know your way around a woman’s body.”
He looked away bashfully, taking an involuntary step back. Stella leaned into him, touching the soft fabric of his suit jacket. “It’s just sex,” she said in low buttery tones. “Without connection or the mess of a real relationship. What’s the harm? I mean, we’ve had enough to drink where we probably won’t even remember what happened tomorrow.”
She could see the doubt in his eyes, but she could also see the lust. Richard was clearly contemplating the wisdom of this endeavor and how it might change things between them…or maybe how it couldn’t possibly change anything since they’re barely friends. All they had was an animal attraction.
Either way, Stella was going to have to change his mind pretty fast if she was going to get him in her bed. Suddenly, an idea that she would have rejected an hour ago was all she wanted from him. It was like all it took was a little alcohol to give her the courage to ride a millionaire that she had no chance with otherwise.
She stepped up to him and grabbed his jacket with both hands, pulling his lips down to hers. His kiss was spicy and sweet as her tongue caressed his, the remnants of the scotch he’d been sipping all night coming through in the kiss. Instinctively, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping his hands around the small of her back. She started gently nipping his lips, her hands moving down to his shirt and feeling his defined chest through the fabric.
“There’s your PDA,” she said when their lips parted.
She smiled at him, then got in the car, leaving the door open for him. As he stood there watching, she allowed her dress to rise up a little, giving him a view of her shapely thighs. Instead of pulling the dress down, she started sliding one elegant hand up her own thigh slowly. He watched with rapt attention, his mouth slightly open as if he was mentally imagining his tongue where her hand was.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked playfully. “We don’t have all night.”
That was all he needed. He got in the car quickly and closed the door behind him. He turned to the driver and gave him her address, then turned to her, looking at her lustfully in the dim light of the car.
In the back seat, he devoured her, taking her in his arms as he covered her in passionate and drunken kisses. She ran her fingers through his thick hair as he moved down to her neck, kissing and licking her skin as his hands moved up her thighs and under the hem of her dress.
It was a good thing that she didn’t live far. He was already pulling at her dress as though he wanted to tear it off her. His hands reached her panties and he slipped his fingers between the silky fabric, finding her wet and warm center and sliding them inside her. She gasped against him, moving her hips with him as he slid them in and out in a slow and circular pattern, finding her spot within and making her shudder with excitement.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered in her ear. She bit her lip, suppressing her moans for the sake of their driver. She squeezed around his fingers, hungry for him to give her more than just digital stimulation.
They got to her apartment in a few minutes. Richard let her out, then paused to tell the driver that he would call him when he was ready to leave. She walked up to the sidewalk and he came up behind her, holding her by the waist and kissing her neck.
She let herself into her apartment, then pulled him in, pushing him against the wall and falling to her knees in front of him. As she unbuckled his pants, she could already feel how hard he was through the fabric…and also…
She paused. Thinking to herself that she couldn’t be feeling what she thought she was feeling. From her position, it felt like he had a massive cock. Maybe it was a trick of his underwear and pant combination, she thought.
Stella unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear and marveled at how long and thick he was. He was at least the size of most of her forearm, more than she’d ever been acquainted with before. She suddenly wondered if maybe she bit off a little more than she could chew in pursuing this adventure.
He smiled when he saw her eyes widen. Then he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll be as gentle as you want me to.”
She tilted her head at him playfully and said, “You think I can’t take it?”
“Not gonna lie,” he said. “Many women I’ve been with are taken aback by it. If you want to stop, I’ll understand.”
“No,” she said with a giggle. “I can handle it.” She slowly rubbed him up and down, looking into his eyes as he moaned softly. Before her eyes, it started to grow and she started to get a little intimidated. Stella had never been one to back down from a challenge, however. They were here now, she might as well see it through.
She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, gently sucking the head, teasing him. His breath got faster as she licked him up and down. She watched his face as he looked down at her in desperate anticipation.
When she finally did take him in her mouth, she could only get him part of the in. She sucked him off, using her hand to make up the difference in her strokes. He moaned loudly. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “Just like that.”
She didn’t dare try to deep-throat him. Over her adult life, Stella had gotten pretty good at blowjobs on normal-sized men, but Richard was figuratively a horse of a different color. She didn’t want to embarrass herself by gagging or, god forbid, something worse after talking so much game about sucking him off.
He finally pulled away from her and took her by the shoulders, bringing her to her feet.
“I need you,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers. She smiled and took his hand, leading him back to her bedroom.
In the bedroom, she made him watch her as she slipped out of the blue dress, letting it fall to her feet. Then she slowly slipped her bra strap down her shoulders, unhooking the back until her breasts were freed and the bra fell to the floor with the dress.
