He paused. "Then I'll come so hard, I'll fill you with jet after jet, shooting straight for your womb, dribbling hot and thick down your thighs. I'll go down on you then, Katycat. I'll suck your little clit like a chocolate kiss. I'll savour the way we taste together. It's so good, salty and musky, like eating sex. Mm, I could suck you for hours. But I'll just wait until you start making those kitten cries in your throat. You know the ones: "Ah, ah, now, Joe, please."'
His mimicry was uncanny. I blushed harder. As though he knew, he chuckled wickedly. "Then I'll give you everything you've been waiting for - everything.'
He paused to let the images soak in. I heard him breathing hard on the other end of the line. Oh my God, I thought, what I wouldn't give to have him inside me now.
'Kate?' he said, shaking me from my thrall.
Til finish as quickly as I can,' I said, my throat so tight I sounded hoarse. Evading Keith's knowing smile, I hunched closer to the phone. 'Unfortunately, there's no way I'll be done in less than two hours. I'm with a book rep and I simply can't delegate.'
'Hell.' I pictured his hand falling away from his crotch.
'Sorry,' I said, wanting to call him sweetie but constrained by Keith's big ears.
'No, I'm the one who's sorry. I know you've got a business to run. It's just I've got a stiff the size of New Jersey and I wanted to share it with you.'
'I want that too, honey,' I said, touched by his disappointment.
Keith stifled a snicker. I glared at him. 'Look, I'll come straight home as soon as I'm done. And I promise, I promise I'll make it up to you.'
Til hold you to that,' he warned.
'Good,' I said, and kissed the phone as discreetly as I could.
Keith's shoulders shook with amusement.
'If you laugh, I'll fire you.'
He turned his palms out in surrender. 'No, no, Ms Winthrop. I think it's sweet. But maybe you should train me to deal with the reps.' His grin bared his crooked front teeth. 'In case of emergency.'
'Pipsqueak,' I muttered, but my body sang with energy as I rushed back upstairs.
A trail of blood-red rose petals led me from the hall to the basement door. Over its cut-glass knob a white scarf was looped - a dashing silk scarf.
I tossed it loosely around my neck and rubbed the delicate fringe across my cheek. The scent of Aramis clung to its flowing folds: Joe's scent. Muscles humming with anticipation, I started down the stairs.
Halfway down, I found two sparkling goblets and a bottle of respectable burgundy, its cork partially removed to allow the wine to breathe. Tucking the booty under my arm, I descended the remaining treads. 'Joe?' I said, reaching bottom. 'Here,' he called softly, 'waiting for you.' I rounded the corner and laughed. Joe was lounging like a pasha on our new red exercise mat. Naked except for a long black scarf - the companion to my own - he sat with one leg bent up and one bent down, his formidable jewels bared to the world. The trail of red petals ended in a puddle above his eager cock. The true piece de resistance, however, was his rakish black eye-patch. Joe was definitely an original. I'd never known a man with the confidence to deck himself out so exotically.
Too bad the mirror still wore its protective plastic coating, or I would have enjoyed a back view, too.
'Well, hello,' I said, quickening with arousal despite my amusement. 'The vampire-pirate, I presume?'
Joe lifted his hips in unmistakable offering. Petals fluttered to the floor. 'In the undead flesh,’
Tell me you're not wearing fangs,’ I said, though I doubted even that could dull my desire.
He bared his teeth for me. "The fangs only come out when I feel the hunger,’
I cast a suspicious glance at his sex. 'You look hungry now. Are you sure it's safe to approach?'
'As long as you bring the wine,’ He waved me closer with two fingers, the picture of an autocratic male. I hesitated. His arm lowered and he stroked his cock with his strong, graceful hand. 'Come. I grow impatient,’ His shaft lengthened at the treatment, demonstrating just how impatient he could get.
The sight of its swarthy glory convinced me to obey. I knelt beside him on the mat, and set the bottle and glasses down. Mesmerised, I extended my hand towards his petal-bedecked thatch.
'Pretty,’ I toyed with a single petal, a single glossy curl. His erection jerked. He let go of his shaft, unable to bear even his own touch now. My gaze rifted to his and he smiled, his face shining so brightly with love a flower of pure happiness blossomed in my chest.
'Joe,’ I whispered, touching his breastbone with one wistful finger.
He caught my hand to his lips and kissed the finger, and wrapped the soft curl of his tongue around the pad. My sex quivered with longing. I remembered his promise to suck me like a chocolate kiss. Joe had such a clever mouth.
'Do you still want a quickie?' I asked, game for anything at that point.
He released my finger and shook his head. A lock of hair fell across his silly, sexy eye-patch. 'Not yet. For now I want to anticipate how much I'm going to enjoy the quickie,’
He sat up and rubbed the front of his body against my grey cashmere dress. His erection stood far above horizontal. I could only imagine how good the downy knit felt against its stretched, sensitive skin.