Sarah left first. She wasn't sure how it happened or what precipitated the ending, but suddenly she was wrapping what was left of her clothes and her long camel colored leather coat around her, and Brett, dressed only in his khaki pants, was walking her out to her car, pausing slightly to kiss her goodbye.
It only struck her when she finally arrived home, and was undressed and lying in bed; She had spent the night in Brett's arms- impassive, self-controlled, cool-headed, calm Brett...
She had dreamt it—she had to have. It could have just not have happened.
It made no sense.
It made wondrous sense.
Her body was still tingling from the shuddering pleasure. She could recreate it; she could still feel it...
How could she sleep? It was almost dawn already and she hadn't slept a wink.
There was a scratching at her front door, then the doorbell. She swung out of bed and ran to open it. No one was there; a piece of paper lay at her feet.
Sarah- Your chariot awaits you ... come now....whenever I summon you...
Her body constricted, her nipples stiffened with excitement. She could think of nothing but him waiting for her...
She raced to her room, pulled on the first thing she grabbed, her leather coat, and raced back down the stairs barefoot and flung open the door.
A black limo sat at the curb, a patient driver looking the other way as she came down the steps and opened the door.
He was inside, naked, his clothes on the floor, aroused and waiting; she saw the whole in one quick glimpse by the dome light before he slammed the door behind her.
"Sarah..."
"Oh God, yes..." she whispered, pulling off her jacket and nightgown and kneeling at his feet, "Yes..."
He rapped at the window and the driver started the car and pulled away.
"How did you know that I wanted you again?" she sighed, enclosing his raging manhood in her hands ecstatically as the limo moved slowly forward.
"Because I couldn't wait to see you; I wanted you now..."
"Take me now..."she whispered, running her hands and her tongue simultaneously up and down his gorgeously engorged shaft.
"This is what I want..."
"Anything."
"Turn around and kneel against the seat. Let me do the rest."
She heard him move forward on the seat, she felt him grasp her around her hips and lift her; and then she felt him probing her in this reverse position, and it was so delicious to feel that hard-rigid tip of him against the flower folds of her sex, nudging and pushing to find her.
She wiggled invitingly, canting her body to let him have his way, feeling him slip and push, inch by long hard torrid inch, deep within her, deep, until she could feel his strong hips against the pillow of her ass and he was fully, finally, and powerfully, there.
He didn't move; he let her feel his hard virile cock for a long time as if he wanted to reinforce the strength, the rigidity, and the prowess of it.
And she loved the feeling of it jutting so rigorously inside her. She pushed against it, settling every curving cushion of her ass more tightly against his hips, and then writhing provocatively against the very root of him.
She heard him grunt, almost as if her sinuous movements were too much for him and he was close to losing control.
She wanted him to lose control. She wanted her rocking, writhing body to send him over the edge of all discipline, all sense; she wanted him to lose himself in her, utterly, totally, and mindlessly.
She wanted him at her mercy.
And still he did not move.
She felt his hands feeling the curve and crease of her ass. She felt him grasping her hips and pressing himself still more deeply inside her. She felt the sensual motion of the limo as it moved them slowly, slowly, slowly toward ecstasy.
And she felt him, so ramrod and compellingly there.
"Sarah..."
"Don't move..." she breathed.
"You are so hot and wet..."
She gasped as he moved suddenly and thrust his hips forward.
"I want you..."
"You feel so good..."
"Keep still Sarah," he thrust again.
