STAND 27

I finish the last and fastest meeting ever with the Library of Congress people and grab my bag. While the cab is taking me to Howard’s house I text Maddi “can’t make it to lunch. I’m busy. Talk to you later”. I pay the cabdriver and walk to his door. I breathe deep and ring the bell. I feel hard to concentrate, or think, I have the feeling people walking by can just see right through me, though my aching body. I listen to his footsteps as they move slowly down the hall. The door opens and there he stands, barefoot, wearing only his sweat pants.“Hi…” I manage to mumble while Howard locks his eyes on mine and moves slowly to the right.“Come in”. He closes the door behind us, still staring at me.
“I can’t stay long, James…his presentation” I mumble, backing away from him slowly as he continues to approach. I force my eyes away from him while I keep retreating from his slow, steady approach.
“I want you so much” he hisses still coming on, not stopping until he’s inches away from me.
I’m standing with my back against the wall, still holding my handbag.He places the palms of his hands on the wall on both sides of my head, and looks down at me. As I return his gaze, he begins lowering his mouth towards me. As his lips touch mine he whispers “say my name”
My body is on fire, can’t think, can’t breath. “Howard” I obey and his lips finally reach mine. Instinctively I part them just enough to allow his tongue to enter. I feel his tongue searching for mine and mine beginning to seek out his.
He breaks our kiss and smile at me taking a step back. I moan disappointed.
“Let me look at you" he smirks “according the new house rules you’re wearing way too much clothing. But I know the bloke who runs this place, maybe I can help”
I nod. He looks at his scarf around my neck and smiles. He unwraps it letting it fall into the floor and starts unbuttoning my coat. He slides his hands under it and I feel it going down my arms and my back until it’s at my feet."Okay, let’s start with your shirt" He runs a fingertip gently from my breasts down to my waist, "A sexy black shirt, too bad it will have to go” and with one move he pulls it over my head and tosses it behind him.I look into his eyes and smile, I like this game.
"Mmmm, black lace bra, very very sexy." His fingers move, falling over my breasts, causing my breath to hitch. He brushes a nipple. I gasp. He kisses me again moaning into my mouth. I feel his hands slide between my back and the wall, reaching for the clasp of my bra undoing it.
“Howard” I groan
“Yes Madam?” he teases me. His hands find their way to the straps, ease them off my shoulders, and cast it aside. I close my eyes. His hands move down to my skirt where he tugs at the waistband."Black skirt."He moves to his knees in front of me. His eyes sparkle with amusement, he’s a real teaser. He knows his finger light brush is driving me crazy. It wiggles into the slit of my skirt and raises vertically again, lifting the skirt up with him. I feel cool air on my thighs, and then his finger reaches out and presses against my clit through my thong. Moisture floods me."Panties." He’s studying me, like I’m some precious painting, "Very hot, very see through lace panties...No wait...Very hot, very see through lace thong. I do approve of it"I’m struggling to remain still, seeing how far he will take things. His face is only inches from me, all he has to do it pull the thong aside, and touch me.He drops the skirt back into place. I look at him disappointed. With a sudden move he puts my zip down and my skirt falls into the floor.
“Boots and hold-ups” and while I place my hands on his shoulder to keep my balance he takes them off.
“Better now. You’re no longer an outlaw” and he stands up in front of me, giving me a very serious look. He leans toward me so I part my lips, eyes closed, waiting for his mouth to touch mine. But I realize he has other plans. I feel his fingers into my hair and I open my eyes.
“I forgot to tell you” he teases me “strict rules about hair too. We like them down. It’s such a waste…” and kisses the tip of my nose."One hair clip, removed." Howard tosses it over his shoulder and drives his fingers into my hair.
I moan and grab his curls behind his ears, “enough teasing!”
He brushes my lips with his “you’re such a bully” and his tongue flicks across my lips quickly before he pulls back.
"What if I ask you very nicely?" I mock him.
He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. I can see him smiling to himself. He places his lips on my ear and whispers with his husky voice “I’m gonna touch you and tease you and stroke you until you either die from pleasure or beg for mercy”
I plant a wet kiss on his neck, licking it, “sounds like a plan to me”.He pushes me inside his bedroom and places his hands on mine and his firm, wet tongue flickers across my breasts."Oh yes, just like that" I moan.His teeth nip me and I feel an odd mix of pleasure and pain that is new and exciting. Again, he stops and looks at me. My eyes are begging him to continue. His are dark, filled with lust."You like it" he teases me "Mmmmm” I nod keeping making little sound of encouragement. I can hear myself moaning under his slow touch and I blush, embarrassed by my own reaction.
He kisses me again “don’t worry, it’s so good to feel appreciated. Are you enjoying yourself love?" he whispers, as his fingers wrap around my waist."Yes""I want you to remember every single second of it”. He’s standing so close I can feel his erection pressing lightly against me. I pull back slightly. Then move forward, back, forward, enjoying his reaction. His breathing is becoming heavier and suffocates a moan into my neck.
He gently places a finger on my lips. The picture of him, kneeling in front of me rubbing mine during our hike trip guides my instinct, I slip my tongue out and lick it."Oh God," he hisses, his eyes half closed.Howard slides his finger between my lips and I start sucking it gently. He presses his body against mine, I can feel he’s struggling to control himself. So I suck harder, pulling his finger down deep, moving my tongue around it. He’s rocking against me when he yanks his finger back.He catches his breath. "Naughty, naughty," he teases me, "I need to remember to keep an eye on you.""Is that so?" I say licking my lower lip, teasing him back."Yes that's so.""I'm sorry," I lie with a grin."No your not."I smirk, "No I'm not."He closes my mouth with a hot kiss. "Good. I want you to feel free to do whatever you want here. I won’t judge you”For some wicked reason it reminds me of something Jenny told me during our Christmas day chit-chat and I giggle."Are you laughing at me?" He asks with a grin."Not at you. With you," I answer with another giggle."God I love your laugh," he chuckles.I look at him and I hug him, kissing and biting his neck."You're not going to regret this," he whispers against my neck, "I promise you. I will make you happy"I look into his eyes “I just want to be with you, nothing else matter.""You're so beautiful," he whispers as he kisses my neck again. I move away from him and sit on the bed, I look at him head to toe “you’re good enough for a man you age” I mock him.“You naughty tease…” and he pushes my back onto the bed, then rises to step out of his pants. He straddles me, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth.
“Howard…” He has a hand on my waist and one around my breast, keeping me firmly in place beneath him, enjoying my mounting desperation.I manage to jerk forward, tucking my hair behind my ears and I seat back, out of his reach. We’re both flushed and breathing hard. It takes him two seconds to beg, "come back here”.
“Magic word?” and we both giggle remembering our conversation in Lara’s kitchen
“Oh God, please” he moans.
“If you beg…” and move back to him, he’s kissing my stomach when I straddle him."You're overdressed," he says."I'm only wearing a thong.""That's too much." and kisses and licks my breasts. I rub my body against his thighs trying to reach his manhood but he shifts out of the way of my touch, his fingers working on the other nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth.
“Howard” it’s me begging this time.
“I want you so much, I should have made love to you at the Italian restaurant we went to the day of the press conference. We wasted so much time, so much” and he grabs the back of my head, pulling it toward his until our lips meet in a wild grinding kiss, full of slippery lips and pushy tongues.I shift, sliding my thong off. Eyes half closed I crawl back over him, so my legs are on either side of his thighs. “Babe” I let out as I feel one of his fingers slide into me, followed by a second one. He adjust his head on the pillow and looks into my eyes, we’re both serious now, “I love you”
“I love you too”He withdraws his fingers and I reach down, guiding him before sinking down on the length of him, biting my lip as I do. We remain like that for a while, enjoying the moment. Then Howard smiles and rolls over so he’s on top of me, never once losing his place inside me. He slowly begins to slide in and out, slowly at first, enjoying my wetness. We moan together, and our pace quickened.
His pace gets faster thrusting in and out and he cries out my name as he comes, feeling my muscles clench and tremors begin to flow over my body. He watches as I tremble and whimper beneath him as I come too.Breathless, we collapse together on the bed. Howard brushes my lips with his. He slides out of me and he’s lying beside me, pulling the blanket over us. I snuggle against him, still breathing heavily."That was amazing..." he whispers as kissing my cheek."Never ever felt like this before”
“I guess I’m a keeper then” he teases me
“mmm” I wrinkle my nose pretending to think about what he’s just said.
He cups my face “you’re not thinking about staying with Jason, aren’t you? I love you. You have to stay, whatever it is we can work it out together”
I slowly take his hands off my face and sit on the bed, looking at him. I take my time. His fingers brush my leg.
I smooth a curl from his forehead “I mean…”
“What?” he’s voice is trembling.
“I was thinking …what do you get to a man who has just given you the most intense orgasms of your life? A Thank you note? Or should I send you flowers?”He looks at me in disbelief, “you spoiled this romantic, passionate, unique moment of our first, well, second time together to crack a pathetic joke?”
“It was not pathetic; it was very good in fact. And the look on your face…priceless.” I stroke his hair “and you called it our first/second time together. You’re so sappy” I mock him.
He grabs my hips and slides me back on the bed pinning my arms above my head. I giggle.
“Time to teach you some manners missy”
“I don’t have the time” I pout “I need to go to James’ presentation”
“I hate him, would you remind me to kick his ass next time I see him?”