Eric jumped out as soon as he could do so safely, embracing Donna enthusiastically. Roy discreetly took her bag and opened the door to the back section of the car. As Eric led Donna by the hand, he ducked down to look inside, standing up quickly. "Wow!"
Roy smiled as they stepped inside. "I told you."
Donna and Eric looked around the limo in amazement. There was a TV, mini-bar, enough room for a dozen people. A curtained window divided the driver's area from that of the passengers. Soft jazz played in the background.
Eric shook his head. "You weren't kidding. This is great. Oh, Donna, meet Roy, Hiroya. He's taking off after he drops us at the house. Where're you headed? I forgot."
"My folks live in Miami, so I've got another two-hour drive ahead of me—not that you two lovebirds need a third wheel around." He closed the door and drove off with a smile.
Donna and Eric sat holding hands, still taking in the surroundings. Finally, Donna whispered, "Are you sure he can't hear us? Or see us?"
Eric poured two flutes of champagne that Roy had put on ice for them at Mrs. Stein's direction. "I'm sure."
When they clinked their crystal together, Donna said, "To privacy and lots of room!"
Eric chuckled. "To two hours alone with my wife after much too long!"
Within minutes, clothing was scattered all around the car and they had spread a throw thoughtfully provided on the seat. Donna murmured appreciatively at Eric's tanned physique but then scowled. "What a minute… where are your tan lines?"
Eric was a little sheepish. "After the Thanksgiving party, I thought I should take care of my Casper-colored butt. The Steins' private beach is usually vacant. And definitely vacant now. Of course, we might be able to arrange a ride to the nude beach south of it."
In answer, Donna shifted on the seat so that she sat on her knees straddling his lap. "Yours is the only naked body I want to see—the only body of any kind I want to see—for as long as I can." Worth had given her a full two weeks off with pay, but she planned to fly back home with Eric whenever the fireplace was finished, vacation time or not.
Eric stroked her back as she adjusted him so that she could snuggle up against his erection, feeling his heat emanating. He'd had a semi since they arrived at the airport, but now he was standing tall. Donna reached down to stroke him softly, then harder, leaning in for a kiss. "Oh how I've missed you." She fingered the head of his penis gently, smoothing a pearl of fluid all around.
Without a word, Donna eased onto the floor, still on her knees, and took him in her mouth. Up and down, up and down, sucking vigorously, she occasionally stopped to bite him gently, or to trace the circumference of his head with her tongue, all the while murmuring, "Do you like this? How about this?"
Donna and Eric had enjoyed oral stimulation as part of their sex play, but although Donna had climaxed, he had never come. Whether due to an old taboo or personal preference, they had never discussed it. Now, however, Eric was lost in the incredible waves of pleasure Donna was giving him. He wanted to pull her up so that he could suck on her nipples. But. This. Felt. So. Good.
Donna stopped to lick his inner thighs and scrotum, whispering, "Do you want to finish this way?" as she resumed sucking, now reaching with one hand to stimulate herself. When he only moaned a little in response, she sucked more intensely, her hands moved more intensely, until her mouth filled with warm fluid. She could feel him tremble against her cheeks. When she swallowed, the taste was slightly fruity, slightly metallic.
"Good lord," Eric muttered, his head resting on the seat back.
Donna straddled him again, pulling his hands up to her breasts as she continued to rock gently in his lap. "You liked that, didn't you?" He's still hard enough, she thought. Dropping her feet to the floor of the car for leverage, she stuffed his softening penis inside of her, violently rocking now as he gripped her buttocks, keeping the connection, desperate for her own release. When it came, she all but howled with ecstasy. "Yesss, yes, yes, oh god, yes!"
Still hovering over his face, she kissed Eric long and hard. "I love you, sweet man."
"I love you back. That was… wonderful. You are. Wonderful."
Giggling, Donna sat beside him and draped her legs across his lap, leaning her head against his arm. "We are wonderful together."
Eric looked out the window. "Uh oh. We'd better get dressed. I think we're approaching the turn-off." He grinned at Donna. "But you? A turn on all the way." He chuckled. "I suppose I'll have to wear clothes to work on the fireplace, even though no one else will be at the house, for safety's sake if nothing else. But feel free to try the naturist lifestyle yourself for the next few weeks while you watch. I won't mind a bit."
When they reached the Steins' house, Roy put Donna's bag just inside the atrium while Eric gave her a little tour. Roy went to his room for his backpack then found the couple to say his goodbyes. He told them he'd be riding his motorcycle to Miami and had clothes that stayed at his parents' house. "Merry Christmas," he called over his shoulder as he walked to the garage for his bike.
"You too!" They watched as he roared off, stopping to lock the gate behind himself before taking a left on the highway.
"We're alone—in a multi-million-dollar mansion," Eric said, shaking his head.
"What will we do to pass the time?"
The next ten days passed quickly, however, as if in a
