her skin, almost microscopic and the sweetest down to his sight. Her legs parted slightly, and her scent became almost imperceptibly stronger. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She continued to stroke his hair very slowly. Had he lifted his eyes at that moment, he would have seen her face raised slightly on the pillow, gazing down at him with a lulling intensity. Instead, he brought his mouth once more into contact with her, kissing her, letting his tongue touch her skin, nuzzling her trimmed pubic hair with his nose. His tongue flickered out again, tasted a salty sweetness.
Kris moaned.
“That’s very nice.”
He did it again, feeling the mound of her outer labia parting, the utterly smooth inner labia beginning to extend, tickling the furl of her clitoris with the very tip of his tongue. Honey coated her as he entered her again. Despite himself, he was beginning to grow hard once more.
“I thought you said you’d be late,” she said. Though her words implied that he should stop, her fingers, with his hair wrapped around them, told him that she didn’t care.
“Then I’ll be late,” he replied, lifting his head and looking at her with a grin. “I have something to attend to here first.”
“In that case,” she said, pushing her body up slightly and trying to grope past his shoulders with her hands, “I should attend to you.”
He, however, pushed her gently but firmly back down onto the bed. “Did I say you could move?” he asked with mock authority. “You lie back and open your legs.”
“Yes, sir!” she replied, equally mockingly but full of delight as she stretched her thighs apart. “But you can’t go to your meeting with that!”
Daniel looked down. “Why not? Maximilian Roth may be richer than me, but I don’t think he should forget for a moment who has the bigger cock.”
After Daniel had left, Kris lay for a little while on the bed, still naked, her fingers slowly stroking between her legs. His mouth had been a source of joy, and she no longer sought another orgasm but instead let her hand caress her sex, feeling the memory of his head between her thighs. Wet, she let her juices stain the tips of her fingers before raising them to her mouth, imagining that it was his tongue tasting her.
While part of her wished to remain in bed all day, however, another part was annoyed at the thought of missing any experiences in New York. They would only be here a few days before Daniel had promised to take her to San Francisco so she would have to make the most of it.
Rising somewhat sluggishly, it was only the shower’s hot burst that finally sparked her body into wakefulness. She knew that Frank, the driver, was available to take her wherever she desired, and she also knew that Daniel would have preferred that. Kris, however, was still newly arrived enough among the super rich to want the experience of walking around the city. The day looked as though it would be warm and so she chose a modest but light dress, decorated with a floral pattern. Daniel had thought it looked old fashioned, but Kris had rather fancied its slightly retro, fifties chic. With a pair of elegant but comfortable sandals, she completed her dress and left the hotel.
She knew there was a metro not far away but she wanted to walk through Central Park first of all. As she crossed the road that lay between the hotel and the entrance to the park, she remembered when she had seen this place covered in snow just before Christmas. The memory of what had followed made her grimace for a moment, but she shook that recollection away: yes, she had fucked up there, but it was past now.
Nonetheless, she suddenly realised that until now she had avoided returning too often with Daniel on his various trips to New York. In truth, he was always a little sullen before he went and upon his return, and he had not pushed her to accompany him. She knew that the man he was meant to meet today, Maximilian Roth, lay behind some of his