..."You realize Finch, don't you, that simply looking at you makes me horny," Debbie smiled. His perfect teeth flashed white in a grin.
"Lord, you must be tipsy."
Sweeping past him, she threw a cheerful glance over her shoulder. "You know I barely drink." He followed her swaying form and alluring fragrance to their cabin.
Finch inserted the key into their room lock and open the door for her, and felt her caress his buttocks as she passed him. He couldn't help noticing her saucy wink.
"Do this often, lady?" he asked.
"What?" she asked playfully. "Invite a handsome man into my room?" she teasingly declared and struck a theatric pose, toe pointed and hip angled toward him. Finch noticed the alluring way her skirt tented from her firm thighs across a valley and onto the prominent mound and her tummy above. It was one of the sexiest sights in his memory.
His gaze traveled slowly up her body, reluctantly leaving the promise of moist lover's warmth at the apex of her body and returning to her face, they were both smiling. He loved the thought of how her bright red lipstick would feel against hi s lips, how it would taste in the beginning of their kiss, and disappear as their mouths first flirted, then made more passionate love to each other. The taste of her tongue familiar and always fresh and alive, made his mouth water with desire.
"Oops,"
She quickly placed her fingertips over her mouth and playfully batted her eyelashes. "I'm hardly filling the role of a courtesan with competence, am I? I'm here to please and be agreeable and never utter a discouraging word."
"Hmmmmmn, pleasant thought. Not exactly type-casting, is it?" he murmured, placing the key on the nightstand. Finch thought Debbie could never have been a courtesan, she was wonderfully open, outspoken, and even, on occasion, too prickly and outspoken. And his understanding was courtesans were nothing if not accommodating in all ways. "Stay, stay, stay as you are, funny valentine. Besides I love the way you talk when you make love to me."
Laughingly Debbie asked, "Do you suppose courtesans were really like that?"
"Don't know, don't care. COOKIE MONSTER WANT YOU!" His eyes moved happily from her lips (in constant motion, looking delicious, secretly reminding him of the coral lips he loved to kiss and taste when at last she opened herself to him). What would she say if she knew that little secret, he wondered. How could she possible make it more lovely? Her eyes were dancing, dark brown pools holding him, seeming to swallow him, and invite him, entice him, charm him.
"I'm so incredibly happy," she proclaimed, I could scream."
"Please don't," Finch laughed.
She turned toward him and grinned, "And if I do? What? Hmmmmmm?"
"I'd have to find a way to silence you."
Her brows arched. "Really?"
They stood a few feet apart in their cabin, their passionate expectations palpable between them.
She opened her mouth.
"Ah-ah!" he cautioned with a smile and his own brows arching.
Her smile was heated and tantalizing and so provocative, he wonder for a moment how alluring she had become to him. "Has she read my mind?" he wondered. She is making her mouth even more alluring, --- or was it his own passionate thoughts of her pussy, making him even more sensitive to the sights and sounds of his lovely Debbie?
He moved the few feet separating them and captured her jubilant cry into his mouth that covered hers. His mouth engulfed hers, and his hands easily cupped her bottom, pulling her hard against his growing erection. A tiny frisson shimmered down her spine, a delicious sensation, completely alive. It was like the tremulous flutter she sometimes felt just at the moment his tongue first opened her pussy lips and found her clitoris waiting.
And wild.
She reveled in the heated pleasure provoked by the silken warmth of his mouth and exploring tongue, by the hard length of his body pressed firmly against hers. His kiss deepened, the taste and scent of him filling her mouth and nostrils, the exquisite feel of him so familiar, each breath more tempting as if his kisses served as appetizers and soon she would be served his main course ....In her urgency and desire, she slid her arms around his neck, lifted her face to better accommodate his mouth, melted against his taller, muscled frame and began kissing him back.
"You are always the perfect end of each day," she murmured, pulling away for a moment, gazing up at him with adoration. "I love the way you kiss me. I'm hot all the way down t my toes. Do your toes tingle?"
He gently brushed his fingertip over her swollen lips. "We are, and I want to and strangely enough, my toes really are tingling." She felt him pause, their mouths poised for each other. He held back, eyes melting into hers. They stood, breathing each other's breath for moments, perhaps minutes.
"Mmmmmm" was all he said. Then he moved against her so that the warm, firm form of his erection pressed large against her tummy. To Finch, it felt wonderful, his cock was vertical now, the satin like slipping of her skirt over her body under his pressure teased him, the passion flooding his mind, taking over his body, which now felt like a huge bundle of nerve endings longing to touch more and more of Debbie's sylph-like body.
"Oh good. That's sooooo good." She smiled at him. She moved her hips in an answering undulation. "Don't make me wait," she whispered, the grand length of him sending a shiver up her spine.
Taking her hand, he lead her to the bed.
"I love you," she told him, squeezing his hand.
"And I, you," he answered, pressing their clasped hands so that his was against the cradling valley between her hip and her mons pubis, and hers against the length of his penis. "Now, ......, darling, ............" his kisses piqued the sensitive area before her ear, "no more thinking tonight, ........... only ............. feeling." The words were spaced out, poignant, pointed, darting, making her skin even more sensitive.
"No thinking? ......... I can .............. handle that." Her eyes closed in anticipation, a smile on her lips, her neck snuggling against his lips.
"It's absolutely not allowed. That's an order."
She wrinkled her nose. "I hate orders."
"Then consider it a suggestion," he quickly improvised.
"No, no, that's alright," she murmured, "it just means you will have to be .......... ...... VERY, VERY good."
Debbie laughed. "It won't be enough that you are just so very sexy but soooo incredibly sweet and charming besides. And you must make my insides melt with your (kiss) kissing (kiss), licking (kiss), sucking (kiss), tasting (kiss), fucking, (kiss) and mmmmmmmmmm let me see, what else?" Her lips punctuated her words with small pecking kisses on his ear.
They settled on the bed. She ran her finger across the broad width of his hand as he sat beside her. Bending low, he gently kissed her. Kicking off her shoes, she watched Finch slide his jacket from his shoulders and toss it onto a nearby chair.
He enjoyed watching her slip a garter down her leg, as he unbuttoned his shirt, to be followed by the second garter and the view of inner thigh. Reaching out, he slowly slid his palm over the warmth of her thigh, coming to rest on the silken panties covering her mons.
"I love your underwear."
As he eased his finger beneath the elastic and stroked her silky pubic curls, he murmured, his index finger slipping down her dewy cleft and parting her thighs slightly.
Debbie's breath caught in her throat, and when she didn't answer, he lifted his gaze.
