Part 36

In the limo, Sarah squealed with happiness as she held her left hand out to admire the teardrop shaped diamond and solid gold band that graced her finger. The band was a simple one but it meant so much to her.

Howie laughed watching her as he gave the driver the name of the hotel and then put the privacy glass up. He took her hand in his and with the other, he lifted her chin. "You have no idea the feeling I have seeing you so happy."

"D, the last 48 hours have been absolutely amazing."

"Even with all the crap that went down…with Kevin and Raoul?"

"You know, even that couldn’t upset me. Everything you’ve done for me…for us…has been PERFECT!"

Wanting to show him just how happy he’d made her, Sarah began to unbutton Howie’s shirt and then slipped it off. Urgently, she unfastened his belt and pants as he helped her out of her jacket. Then Sarah removed the black lace camisole she’d been wearing. Howie was a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra but pleased as she pressed against him.

Sarah kissed him lightly on the lips and then moved down his body, dragging her nipples across his chest. His flesh was hot under her exploring hands. She was now kneeling between his legs and took his hard cock on both hands. Clear lubricating fluid bubbled forth and Sarah popped his cock between her lips, swirling her tongue over his silky flesh.

Howie’s breaths came short and fast. Slowly, carefully, he began to push deeper into Sarah’s mouth but it wasn’t fast enough for her. She worked her lips down voraciously, pushing her fingers aside as she took more and more of his rigid manhood.

Sarah felt Howie squirm and heard a choked gasp as she pressed her nose deep into the mass of dark curls that surrounded the base. Her throat muscles closed hungrily around the deep-throated shaft and milked it wickedly. His firmly packed nut sack responded quickly as she locked her fingers around it, tightening her grip, her fingers drove into the delicate underbelly of his cock.

Sarah pumped her head up and down. Her tongue ran over the veins that throbbed over the delicate surface of his shaft. Up and down she went, licking and sucking, faster and faster. Her throat gripped harder, her fingers pumped harder, her mouth applied greater and greater suction.

Sarah stopped, leaving Howie just on the brink of orgasm. Through clenched teeth, Howie growled, "Damn, Sarah! That was so good!"

Sarah sat up on her knees. Seductively, she unsnapped the button on her white jeans, hooked her thumbs inside the waist and slid them over her tan thighs revealing her hot pussy. Howie pulled her to him so that she straddled his thighs, her pussy hovering over his cock. He reached for her, parting her wet petals, and taking her trembling clit between his thumb and forefinger. It sent shivers throughout her body.

"Oh, god…Howie!" she moaned closing her eyes.

"Like that, Angel?" he purred.

He reached up for her breasts as she leaned closer to him. His tongue tickled her nipples while his fingers continued playing with her clit. "God, I have wanted you all day! You have NO idea how bad I wanted you out on Nick’s boat."

Breathlessly as she ran her hands through his hair, Sarah said, "Oh, I know! I wanted you too."

Sliding his hands back to her hips, Howie pulled Sarah down so that the tip of his penis was just on the edge of her wet hole then suddenly thrust upward. A flash of pleasure flooded her, blinded her, paralyzed her. The only sensation left was the feel of him plunging into her. Sarah clung to Howie, scarcely breathing. He held her tight against him for a moment and then began pumping slowly, rhythmically, unceasingly. Sarah began to move in time, rocking her hips, taking him deeper, inch by delicious inch. Their pace increased until they moved in frenzied madness. Suddenly, from deep in her core, Sarah felt the waves of orgasm build. Her rocking slowed to a stop. Clinging to him, Sarah gave up control while spasms rocked her. She felt him throbbing deep inside her as he released his ‘love’.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Sarah sighed contentedly.

Howie brushed her hair off her shoulder, "Happy?"

"Ummmmm……..completely."

Sarah felt Howie slip from her body and she moved to the seat beside him. She reached for his shirt to wear as he pulled on his pants. Then they settled together, Sarah leaning into Howie’s arms and they talked about the weekend and what Howie had gone through to keep it a secret from her.

They made love again before getting dressed. Before they realized, they were in Miami and checking into the Delano.

Part 37        The Dance Index