Chapter 54

“You got me drunk!” I heard from behind me.

We were already in the bedroom and Liz’s voice sounded so serious I turned to defend myself.

“You did!” she said, smiling at me. “You got me drunk and brought me to your bedroom and now you wanna fuck me. That was your plan all along.”

“You caught me,” I said as I loosened my tie. Liz waited until my eyes looked downward before pushing me backward. The bed caught me at the knees and I tumbled.

Liz giggled as she lifted the hem of her short dress and climbed on top of me.

“We have a real problem, Mister,” Liz told me.

“Oh?” I asked, thankful I had at least managed to remove my suit coat. My pants were already going to need dry cleaning because Liz was shifting her hips, leaving snail trails along the dark fabric above my zipper.

“A real problem,” Liz reiterated. Her eyes were glassy and her voice was thick. I finally took a moment to consider how much alcohol she had consumed in the past 10 hours. The three ladies had split two pitchers of daiquiris before we left. They had split two bottles of wine at the restaurant. Brian and Dom limited themselves to a single glass and I had only a glass and a half a refill. She had sipped from a flask that Skye had produced from her handbag on the way home. I wondered if Liz was right: There was more A than B in her BAC.

“What is the problem?” I asked.

“I love you too fucking much,” Liz said.

“I don’t see how that’s a problem,” I said, grinning at her.

“It is,” she said. “I want your cock out.”

She reached between her legs and started fumbling with my zipper. It stood no chance of working. She was sitting too close; my belt was still around my waist and my shirt tail was tucked into my pants.

I reached down to help but she pushed my hands away.

“My toy,” she said. “I want to unwrap it.”

“OK,” I said. “But it’s wrapped pretty well.”

Liz gave it another college try before abandoning her efforts.

“You do it,” she told me as she climbed off me.

I was pretty efficient if I do say so myself. Belt, pants, socks, shoes and underwear were off in a flash.

Liz’s hand had found my erection before my pants had even landed on the floor.

“That’s mine,” she said, using her left hand to stroke me. I took a brief moment to appreciate her apparent ambidexterity. She shifted her leg back across me, rubbed the head through her opening briefly and then sat back on it.

She let out a long sigh when I’d filled her.

Liz still wore her dress and made no effort to move or provide stimulation (for either of us).

She just closed her eyes and sat there. I wondered for a moment if she’d passed out.

After a few seconds she opened her bleary eyes and looked at me.

“I love you too fucking much,” she said again.

“I love you just as much,” I said. I ran my hands across her smooth thighs.

“You didn’t get bitchy after only two days without this inside you,” Liz told me. “I loved that you were so great about playing with me but we have to find a way to do this every day. I get a little crazy if I haven’t felt your dick in my pussy in a few hours. I think I’m addicted. It was like when I quit the pills. I was jonesing for your boner. Now I got my fix and I’m happy.”

“Can I take off your dress?” I asked.

“No,” Liz said. “I just needed this inside me for a minute. I ... I thought about crawling on your lap in the car. I thought about letting you do me in the restaurant bathroom. I just ... needed this.”

I could see that Liz was really upset.

“It’ll always be there for you,” I said, struggling to sit up. I put my arms around her and held her.

“The past two days ... even before I started ... I’ve been obsessing,” she said. “God, you must think I’m such a weirdo.”

“I think you’re my adorable girlfriend and I love you,” I said.

Liz kissed me softly on the lips. Sitting up had permitted me to put my hands on her curvy bottom and I slid my hands up to her lower back.

“Can I unzip your dress?” I asked.

Liz shook her head again but her look of distress was gone.

“I wanna wash my face,” she said. “I was gonna dance for you tonight.”

“Dance for me?” I asked.

“We drove past a titty bar,” Liz said, giggling slightly. “I was going to dance and shake my butt at you until you wanted me.”

“I always want you,” I said.

Liz bit her lip and put her forehead against mine.

“You always want me,” she repeated. “I like that. I like that you want me.”

“I like that I’ve got you,” I replied.

I saw her nose wrinkle and I pushed my chin forward until I could reach her lips.

“You got me and I got you,” she said.

“Yep,” I said.

“So you’re not gonna be all ‘yech’ if I want to put it inside me next time?” she asked.

“It’s yours,” I said. “You can do anything you want with it.”

“I love you so much,” Liz said. She kissed me again, first gently and then with more passion. Our lips didn’t part when she started to lift her hips upward. We made love for the first time in almost three days while we were dressed (at least partially).

Liz still had on every item she’d worn to the restaurant (including her heels). I had on my shirt – which was probably a good thing. By the time Liz reached orgasm, I think the sequins from her dress probably would have rubbed my chest raw.

Her face was red when she finally sat back and stopped her movements.

“Wow!” she said, smiling at me and blinking.

“Wow,” I repeated, mirroring her grin.

She started to giggle when she understood the incongruity of our clothing arrangements.

“Now can we get undressed?” I asked, smiling at her.

Liz shook her head and pulled herself off my erection. She slid back to the floor and then licked her juices off my soldier before gracefully standing. She didn’t unzip her dress or remove her heels.

She just folded the hem upward a little more, leaned against the nightstand and shook her ass at me. I noticed that the variety of swimwear had left interesting lines crisscrossing her tush.

“Get behind me and put it back in,” she instructed. “Quick and dirty once and then we’ll do it slow and soft the rest of the night.”

As with so many other things I really saw no drawbacks. Liz and I had done sexual things in a variety of ways. They always involved face-to-face contact (which I enjoyed very much). But the thought of her bent over like as she was had crossed my mind a few (hundred) times.

“I picked out these heels just for this,” she told me as I lined myself up. She obviously still had a grasp of mathematics because the height was almost perfect for what she had in mind.

Once I was inside of her, she stood up, wrapped her arm backward around my neck and pulled my lips to hers over her shoulder. I slipped a hand to one of her breasts (still covered by her dress) and the other between her parted thighs.

“One day, Baby, one night we’re just going to do the zipless thing,” she told me between grunts. “I’m just going to drag you away from everybody, drop my panties and just let you do me while everybody waits for us.”

I grew tired of battling my shirt tails so I finally removed my hands from Liz’s body and pulled the offending garment over my head.

Liz took the opportunity to put her hands back on the nightstand.

“Give it to me,” she urged. I started to push my hips forward with more urgency. Liz met me on every stroke by pushing backward. She lifted a foot up and put it on the bed to give me better access. At the same time she put her hand between her legs. She used her palm to stimulate herself and her fingertips to fondle my balls.

She was looking back over her shoulder at me with a lustful look so I upped the ante.

I put my own hand between our bodies to moisten my fingers and then traced it around her anus for a moment before slipping my thumb into that orifice.

Liz narrowed her eyes and let out a ragged breath.

“You always know what I want,” she said. “I was thinking ... a finger in my butt would be awesome. Then, bam, I get a finger in my butt. Do you want to put your dick there?”

“I missed being inside of you, too,” I replied. “My dick is right where it belongs.”

“You know it,” Liz said as she pushed backward with more force. “My pussy was made for your dick; my ass was made for your dick; my mouth was made for your dick. I was made to love you.”

I picked up the pace and wiggled my finger in Liz’s butt. She let out a moan and trapped my balls between her fingers to squeeze them gently.

I was trying my hardest to hold off until Liz got across but she wasn’t permitting me to slow down.

“Cum for me,” she said.

“I want you to cum first,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Not this time,” Liz told me. “I’ll get mine. Don’t you worry. I want to feel your cum inside of me. I love it when I feel that. It’s so hot; so sexy.”

Her voice was so sultry that I had no choice in the matter. I grunted and pushed as deeply in my lover as I could as I emptied myself into her. I took my hand off her hip and used it to pull her back to me. Our tongues found the other’s and my fingers joined hers on her tender button.

It took less than a minute before Liz began moaning in my mouth. My thumb was still barely in her back entrance and my dick was still lodged in her tunnel. I wished I had more hands because there were a lot other places I wanted to explore.

Liz let out a long squeal as her second crescendo washed across her body. She whimpered slightly when my now limp penis slid out but I held her tightly to me as she rode the wave.