There was so much more to wonder about. Was he capable of settling down? Could he be made happy by someone with so comparatively simple aspirations as Megan? Might she be able to offer him something which all of his wealth could not provide? And, Megan wondered in the bathroom as she marveled at her wetness: was she actually going to go home with him?
The Limoncello sang its sweet song and Jake told her stories of Venice and Capri, of Salzburg at Christmas time and of visiting Einstein’s birthplace in Ulm, Germany. He cracked her up with the story of his first Lederhosen experience at Oktoberfest. There wasn’t a single mention of a girlfriend or a tabloid news story or a fake Internet scandal. There was just this charming and disarming young man, a fascinating evolution of the teenager she had known.
“Do you like being rich?” she had found the boldness to ask.
“Sure,” Jake replied, waving for the check. “There are a lot of perks. A lot of responsibilities too. Mostly, though, I just want to do something good with these opportunities.”
“Like what?”
“Like, I don’t know, put food on tables where it’s needed. Like build a school where there isn’t one.”
Oh. My. God. First, it’s Playboy Jake the entrepreneur globetrotter with the sexy body and the flashy car. Now it’s Saint Jake of Cambridge, finder of lost children and friend to the poor. Megan felt a new flush of excitement. There’s something I never knew about myself: Charity makes me horny.
“All while having a fantastic time,” Megan added.
Jake signed the check, avoiding any ostentatious flaunting of his black credit card. “What’s the point,” he asked her, “if you’re not having fun?”
“Exactly.”
As the distinctive shape of the Lamborghini eased into late-night traffic, Jake glanced over at Megan. In his estimation, she was happily smiling, slightly inebriated and unashamedly impressed. Even so, he was as nervous as he had been in a long while about what came next.
“Where to, my lady?”
Megan packed away her compact and checked her hair in the mirror. Looking fine, Megs. Real fine. But what the hell do I say now?
“You’re driving, Jake. You can decide.” She smiled a sultry, flirty smile, not her first this evening, but the only one which carried her true message: for the love of God, take me back to your place.
Jake knew, and nearly broke several traffic laws getting them there. Having his own parking place underneath the building helped, as did the waiting elevator. By the time he was showing her into the apartment, the arm around her waist had become a hand caressing her ass.
“Want me to give you the dime tour?” Jake asked as he closed the door behind them. Her answer was a confident, sultry smirk which looked so good on Megan’s face that he made his decision, then and there. “Or, maybe, in the morning?”
Megan let him nudge her towards the kitchen, a broad L-shape, and found herself pressed back against one of its black marble counters. Then he was there, his mouth on hers, her hands cradling his head as they unleashed the tension with a deep, urgent kiss. Overwhelmed for a long moment, Megan simply let him explore her mouth with his tongue, let his hands wander up and down her sides, and then welcomed two strong hands on her ass.
“Jake...” She found herself saying out loud the only thing she was thinking. The only thing in the world she wanted. “Jake... Fuck me.”
He kissed her once more, then said, “Here?” and received a nod and more, hungrier kisses in reply. “Now?”
Megan reached down to bring up her dress, none too slowly, to her thighs and then a little higher, showing Jake the black lace panties she was so eager to have removed. “For a smart guy, Jake, you sure need a lot of...”
He kissed her deeply and she felt his hands at her waist, on her ass, thumbs tugging downward at the band of her panties, at long last peeling them away from her soaked, excited pussy. He knelt down in front of her, the better to watch her secrets being revealed for the first time.
His mouth found her inner thigh and a bolt of excitement rose up Megan’s body as he began kissing her soft, warm skin, an inch or two from her outer lips. Her legs parted of their own accord, welcoming him. Slow, warm kisses were wonderful, highly intimate, but not nearly quick enough for her.
“Jake... kiss me... kiss my pussy.”
The first contact was sublime, a tiny tongue-stroke across her clit which weakened Megan’s knees. Then Jake made love to her wet pinkness with his tongue, a minute of the sheerest pleasure. Stunned, Megan let him feast on her, exploring between her lips, parting them with his fingers for deeper, more personal probing up inside her opening, to hit her g-spot. Each time he explored between her lips, he would return to her clit, licking it up and down before delving back inside her.