I lifted my hips, reaching for him. “I need you inside of me.”
“I’ll be there in due time, my dear,” he said as he replaced his tongue with his agile fingers.
He played with the soft tufts of curls above my pussy, making me arch into his gentle assault. As his fingers swirled around me, his lips returned to my nipples that had been longing for him again. As his mouth caressed and tugged, his fingers dove downwards and teased my clit with their expert skill. His fingers teased and circled my sensitive nub, escalating my ecstasy as his mouth made music on my body. Without warning, he inserted a finger inside of me and sent bolts of lightning through my mind, body, and soul.
As his finger coursed in and out of me, I kissed his mouth, his strong shoulders, and his soft neck. My hot kisses sought out his chest and found his nipples. I lapped and tugged them with my teeth until he cursed, his fingers driving into me harder as his breath heaved in and out of his lungs.
“I think it’s time,” he panted as he slid off his dress pants and briefs, positioned himself above me, and spread my legs farther apart.
My body shivered with need, and I could feel the strength of his body and the thickness of his cock as he ran it up my wet slit. His dick was hard and commanding as it slammed into my pussy, making me cry out in surprise and ecstasy.
“Are you okay?”
I clung to him, lifting my hips, wanting more. “Please.”
“Good.” In one deep thrust, he was fully seated, deep within me.
I wailed as my body stretched and adapted to his size, and the exquisite feeling of his fullness. He kissed me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, our mouths expressing our desire for each other as he started a slow rhythm, moving in and out of my body with a torturous deliberateness that teased and taunted my already ravaged nerves. I clawed at his back, trying to get him to increase his pace, and he understood my desire as his moans punctuated his same heady need.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he picked up speed, lifting my legs until they were over his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration. As he dove into me deeper and harder, I shattered and came, quivering and writhing on him. I quaked with the power of my climax and my pussy clenched with delight, sending him to his release, which was hot and glorious. We both lay with one another, basking in the glow of our love.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “I think I love you.”
I snuggled closer. “You better.”
As I closed my eyes, a loud chiming sound startled me. I tried to shake off the irritating noise, but it was incessant. Slowly, my heavy eyelids cracked open and morning light filtered in. Morning? My brain tried to unscramble the sensations assaulting me. I felt the wetness of my climax coating my inner thighs and warm memories of my night with the mysterious billionaire flooded back to me. I then stopped cold as I bolted upright on the couch.
I looked around the room, flustered, bedraggled, and panting from what I realized only at that moment had only been a dream. I actually climaxed in my sleep. I chided myself for not making finding a boyfriend more of a priority. Because maybe if I had one, I wouldn’t be dreaming of having sex, I would actually be having it. I picked up my phone and silenced the alarm. I was hungover and desperately needed water, aspirin, greasy eggs, hashbrowns, and toast. Getting those things was more important than unraveling the tangle my brain was in.
Unable to fully commit to getting up off the couch, I laid there for a while and relived the dream. While it was embarrassing to have such a vivid fantasy about someone I hardly knew and mostly despised, I laughed at myself for how silly it all was. I’d dreamed of being a princess ravaged by a prince, but more horrible was the fact that the prince was him!
CHAPTER SIX
KP
I woke the next morning after seeing Caitlyn’s paintings, desperate to find a way to capture her. I certainly wouldn’t resort to kidnapping, but I had to do something bold to get her attention. I needed to decode her allure and understand why she held such power over me. She was a waitress in a shit diner. She was an intriguing artist with enough sex appeal to hook me with a look, and enough self-confidence to throw me back into the ocean.
Plenty of fish indeed… but there will only be one for her when I’m done.
The prospect of wooing and capturing her intrigued me. Devising plans to entice her into my life had me tossing and turning all night. I felt like I’d gone twenty rounds in the ring. I had to get a grip. I could not let someone I barely knew hold that much power over my sanity.
The day seemed like a blur. I was busy delivering the bad news about the director’s cut to the director, which of course made him irate. I had to play therapist to talk him back down off the ledge. I then barked at the editor to make sure she stood up to the director and followed my advice and not his. Should this little dance of egos go as planned, the horror-slasher, piece of shit dressed as a poignant tale of terror might be a mega hit.
I moved through my day in an almost robot manner as I was still gripped by my need to see Caitlyn again. I was a smart man, why couldn’t I untangle this? By the end of the day, I had come up with nothing original or amazing to ensnare her. I slumped into my own uninspired resolve. I had made up my mind to simply revisit the diner. As unimaginative as that sounded, it was all I had. I had my assistant call and confirm that the little waitress would be there. I was in luck, she was working until midnight.
I stopped at Dean & DeLuca and picked up an excellent dinner for two which included a cheese board, seared salmon, Veuve Cliquot, and truffles for dessert. I drove myself the two and a half hours it took to get to the shitty little diner. I didn’t want my driver along in case I was able to successfully woo the waitress. I wanted the freedom to drive my car to a lodging of some sort, where I could finally fuck her little pussy raw.
“I would like a table, please,” I said to the mousy waitress with badly dyed hair and a road map face, standing next to Caitlyn.
I only wished I’d taken out my phone to snap her picture as she saw me walk in. It was wonderful watching the shock and amazement on that gorgeous face. So far, so good.
I walked in carrying my very large bag from Dean and DeLuca, which I’m sure was quite the curiosity as onlookers gawked. Unfortunately, I was taken to a table that was still sticky with maple syrup or some other kind of tacky substance that stirred up a feeling of nausea I had to swallow down. I looked to the woman who seated me, hoping to God that she would not be my server. There were only a few patrons in the restaurant, but I was the main attraction. Surely, they would assume I was here to see Caitlyn and not this withered crone.