She moved gracefully alongside him and cuddled warmly under his arm, resting her head on his chest and letting her fingers begin a lazy fluttering around his navel.
He pulled her close, basking in the soft woman feel of her, enjoying her firm breasts and silken muff pressed protectively against him.
'Just give me five or ten minutes,' he said, feeling a familiar stirring at the base of his shaft, 'and I am going to fuck you to a fare-thee-well!'
'A fare-thee-well?!' she mimicked playfully, taking his soft prick in her hand. She kissed his shoulder lovingly, then added cutely, 'I can't wait!'
He laughed good naturedly at her charming youth. 'You haven't seen old Beau in action yet. I intend to make that little pussy of yours sore from one end to the other!'
'Oh!' she said in surprise. 'Now for sure I can't wait!'
'Oh, you're going to earn your money tonight,' he promised her again. 'And you're so sweet,' he laughed, grabbing her and rolling on top of her. 'I am going to eat you and fuck you until you cry!'
'Oh, God!' she teased, spreading herself wide under him, her ankles and arms thrown out. 'Anything but that!'
'I can see,' he giggled into her neck, 'that you heed to be taught a little respect for your elders.' He slid down her and nuzzled her hard nipples.
'Teach me respect! Please teach me respect!' Her tits buzzed frantically as he went back and forth, teasing each breast in turn, softly mouthing the nipples and drawing in cold air across the rosy aureoles, puckering them into sensitive little mounds before bringing his head back and admiring his work.
'Very nice, indeed,' he congratulated himself.
Her stomach churned wildly under the weight of him, her tortured cunt longed for his manly shaft to fill it, to end her shuddering anticipation with his thick pounding prick.
'Teach me more respect,' she dared him, closing her eyes as his kisses feathered their way down her smooth stomach to her beckoning muff, teasing her delightfully and causing her to squirm at his touch.
'You have a gorgeous mound, my dear,' he breathed hotly into her silken bush. 'This beauty'-he kissed it lightly full on the lips-'truly deserves to be eaten.'
Sparks flew behind her closed eyes as his tongue travelled the length of her open slit and toyed at the entrance to her raging vagina. A cascade of tiny pulses shivered in her throbbing clitoris as his lips searched it out, pulling gently at the soft labia to uncover the hiding nub of her existence.
'Delicious, my dear,' he said, pausing for a brief moment before darting his hot tongue into her fevered folds.
'Oh, God!' she cried, squirming to get his mouth directly over her swollen clit.
He flicked at the rigid knob, missing it deliberately to tease her and bring her closer to thrashing climax, then capturing the blossoming bud between his lips, he lavished a series of lightning stabs to the hooded shaft, nudging it from side to side as he pressed harder into her soft womanhood.
She responded by pulling up her knees and holding them tightly against her breasts, opening herself fully to him, feeling him cup her ass in his massive hands and brutally squeeze the pouting lips of her pleading cunt with both his thumbs, sending strange spasms of delicious pain far into her trembling womb as he lashed at her hard little button with his velvet tongue.
'My God!' she gasped unbelievingly, pulling her knees tighter against her breasts and holding breathlessly still as a churning orgasm began with a startling quivering deep in her belly and spun outward, sending fireballs of shrieking desire vibrating through her.
'Harder!' she cried, straining to bring the fiery orgasm to fulfillment.
But then the ringing of the incessant phone cut into her building euphoria.
'Damn!' Elliot muttered, pulling himself reluctantly away from her open gash and lowering her knees. 'Let me just take care of this and I'll be right back,' he said, patting her impatiently on the thigh. 'Keep it warm for me,' he ordered, climbing over her to the phone on the night stand and ripping it from its plastic cradle.
'Beaumont here,' he said angrily. 'This better be important!'
Her cunt throbbed savagely as she pulled her legs closed and lay listening, trying to make out the words gushing shrilly into Elliot's ear but finding they were a meaningless garble of high-pitched sounds, like someone talking excitedly and incoherently.
'Well where the hell is he now?' Elliot demanded, his knuckles white with strain as he continued to listen for another minute. 'Jesus Christ Almighty!' he yelled, then easier, he added, 'O.k. O.k. I'll be right down. And don't let the crazy son of a bitch talk to any reporters! Ya got that?' He stared up at the ceiling, getting control of himself. 'I'll be there in twenty minutes.' He went to hang up, then saw Paulette as if for the first time. 'Wait!' he shouted in the phone. 'Send someone over here to give my lady friend a ride home.'
'What is it?' she asked anxiously, watching him slam down the phone.
'My fullback. The dumb bastard,' he answered, throwing his feet off the bed. 'He just got arrested for possession of marijuana. I have to go down to the station house and get him out before every reporter in this town finds out about it.' He hastily flicked the switches on the headboard, illuminating the room, then stamped angrily to the closet. 'You still have time,' he said back over his shoulder. 'Someone will pick you up and drive you home.'
'I could take a taxi,' she said, getting up from the bed and collecting her clothes.
'Nah,' he said, buttoning his shirt. 'And don't get dressed. I like to look at you like that. You can get dressed after I leave. The man won't be here for a while yet.'
'All right,' she agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching him pull on a dark pair of trousers. 'Is there anything I can do to help?'
'No,' he smiled. 'You've already helped me. I feel like a million dollars. You just sit there and look beautiful, that's how you can help me.'
'Do you want me to wait for you?' she asked, suddenly thinking of having to go home to her empty apartment.
'This will probably take all night,' he said, coming to the bed and lifting her small chin with a delicate finger. 'Besides, you probably have a hundred boyfriends just drooling for a date with you. Now c'mon,' he added, quickly slipping into a pair of socks and lacing up his shoes, 'give me a kiss at the door.'
She followed him from the bedroom and across the wide living room to the front door where he hurriedly pulled on a jacket.
He stepped close, smiling at her, and held her by the shoulders, letting his eyes go from her pretty face to her toes and back again, taking in her nakedness and recording it deep in his brain before quickly kissing her cheek.
'I wish I could stay and finish what I started,' he said regretfully, 'but duty calls. Don't forget to leave your number on the table before you go.' He kissed her again quickly and stepped out the door, leaving her alone and very confused in the apartment.
The encouraging smile she had worn for him sank slowly from her full lips as the finality of his hurried departure came home to her. She turned slowly, looking around at the elegantly furnished room and the vast skyline of millions of glittering stars set richly in an inky blanket of velvet, trying not to think of the ill-timed phone call or her aching vagina, letting the lonesome stars flush her mind of what she wanted most, what she needed to satisfy the fiery longing deep within her womb.
But Elliot's hard dick and swirling tongue leaped repeatedly into her thoughts, increasing the pulse in her empty cunt. She swallowed tightly as she pictured his rock-hard seven-inch prick trembling and spurting its sweet climax into her throat, then the masterful way he had brought her so close to climax…
But why think of that, she told herself, walking slowly across the room to the windows overlooking the dark city.
All those people out there, all those men, she thought, a rush of hot blood pounding along her thighs and into the fiery furnace of her cunt. Maybe I'll go out to the singles' bar around the corner from my apartment, she mused silently, thinking of the men she had met there. Or maybe I could call Bobby and he could sleep at my place, snuggle warmly into me…
Her mind drifted to the men she had known in her life, their hot hands grabbing at her when she was sixteen, and her flat refusals, then the more sophisticated but still boyish attempts to seduce her by the dates she
