“Did it help?” he asked.

Easing herself onto his naked body, she took his face in her hands and forced her tongue deep into his mouth, dancing a furious tango with his.

“Not…a…bit.”

“Good,” he murmured as he pressed her to him, feeling her cool, damp flesh on his hot body as his hands ranged over the ridges and valleys of her shoulders, back and ass.

She rubbed her wet pussy over the length of his pulsing cock, pressing it between his flat stomach and her own engorged clit. A sound between a growl and a moan escaped him as they closed their eyes and let their bodies explore each other, seemingly on their own.

Without opening his eyes, his hand reached down to reposition her so that his aching cock could slide inside but she resisted.

“Not so fast,” she grinned, opening her eyes to enjoy the surprise in his face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that since you made me wait, you’re going to have to have a little patience yourself.”

His cock rubbed against her and he could feel her wetness and not just from her swim.

“Come on,” he kidded weakly, “you’re as hot as I am.”

“Uh-huh,” she agreed readily. “And you’re going to do something about that right now.”

He grinned, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight. “Now you’re talking.”

But instead of sliding down, she pulled herself up until her breasts hung over his mouth, like ripe inviting fruit. Lightly, she brushed her right one against his cheek, dragging it slowly to his waiting mouth. Immediately, he attacked it like a hungry baby.

She purred as he turned his attention to her left breast, feeling her growing heat as she moved her lower body against his smooth flesh.

His cock pulsed, sending fire through him with every heartbeat. Pushing down on her ass he forced her wet pussy against his stomach, the tip of his cock just barely touching her wetness.

“Oh God,” he mumbled into her cleavage. “I need you so much.”

“I needed you too,” she whispered, “but you didn’t care.”

“Business,” he answered hoarsely, “just business. But now I’m here and I want you. And you want me.”

He grabbed her and tried to slide her backwards to his waiting cock but she slipped away again, pulling herself up until her pussy replaced her breasts.

“Me first,” she told him haughtily, “and then, depending on how well you do, you. Maybe.”

Lowering herself, she felt his lips brush her swollen clit.

So that’s how she wanted to play it. All right, he’d show her that two could play that game.

“Bitch,” he snarled just before his tongue found her. The first long, slow flat sweep made her jump as if she’d gotten an electrical shock and he felt her whole body quiver.

The feel…the taste of her warm, willing body made his blood burn and his cock scream but he was determined to make her pay dearly for putting him off. Before he released her, she’d be begging for mercy.

Broad strokes alternated with swift licks and sucking that created a vacuum on her full clit. He grasped her trembling ass and listened with wicked delight to the growing moans and her short, ragged breathing.

“Oh God,” she cried softly, “oh…oh…”

He slowed his movements almost to a stop, leaving only the tip of his tongue to tickle her.

“Please…”

The tickle stopped, leaving nothing but his lips covering her, sucking softly.

Her body jerked over him.

“God!” The cry became a poorly stifled shriek. “Don’t…oh please…”

His own body was past endurance. With two more quick, hard passes, he felt the tremble become a shudder as she released herself to him, her sweet juices gushing into his mouth and down his cheeks, her screams of ecstasy ringing through the still night.

Sagging, he pulled her down to him, settling her back so that she slid effortlessly on to his cock.

“Is it my turn yet?” he grinned.

In reply, she smiled and began working herself gently up and down his rock-hard shaft, the smoothness of it like a piston moving inside her.

She was everything he’d imagined. Soft and giving yet holding and gently squeezing every inch of him as she moved, easily and unhurried. In his present condition though, he knew he wouldn’t last long, glad now that he’d made sure of her satisfaction. Of course, he knew that the night would not end here and that once they’d taken the furious, crazed need off their passion, they could take their time and linger over the exploration of their sexuality.

He wanted to savor this, enjoy it and make it last but his body, in control now, overrode everything but the need to come in this beautiful woman. The woman he’d yearned for and hoped for and fantasized about in his lonely bed.

Pulling her to him, she laid out flat against him as he cupped her ass in his hands and pressed harder, deeper into her. Parting her lips, she bent her face down and their tongues met, moving as frantically as their bodies now.

His climax began with little ripples that became, in another heartbeat, a roaring tidal wave of physical pleasure like nothing he’d ever known before. His body rocked to a series of internal explosions, fountains of streaming ecstasy washing over and around and through him like liquid fire. Only the beautiful, magical creature above him kept him from shattering like multi-colored crystal.

In the moonlight, not a breath of air stirred as they held each other and felt their heartbeats returning to normal. Together, they lay in a sated tangle of arms and legs, the physical and emotional intensity of their joining wrapped around them like a cocoon that shut out everyone and everything else in the world…

A knock sounded on the door even as it opened.

Elgin spun around and sighed in frustration. “How many fucking times have I told you not to disturb me when I’m having sex?” she growled. “Jesus! You’re worse than my mother.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what you’re doing in here behind closed doors?” Martha replied dryly “Besides, you’re always having sex. God knows maybe if you actually had sex as often as you have sex, you wouldn’t be such a damn pain in the ass all the time.”

“Yes, well, don’t forget it’s my sex life that keeps you dawdling in the lap of luxury instead of out having to hold down a real job like everyone else.” Elgin grinned evilly. “And besides, if I actually had sex as often as I have sex, I’d be too tired to write and we’d both be out on the street.”

“Maybe we could work out a signal.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” Martha ventured, “in college, I roomed with two other girls. If one of us was ‘entertaining,’ we’d tie a red bandana around the front doorknob so the others would know to steer clear.” She paused and sighed dreamily. “We finally had to stop doing it though.”

“Run out of guys?”

“No. The bandana fell apart from being knotted around the doorknob so much.”

Elgin rolled her eyes.

“Did you want something?”

“Just to let you know it’s almost eleven. You’re gonna have to beat feet and hope there’s no traffic.”

“Damn!” Elgin yelped, glancing at her watch as she jumped up. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me it was so late?”

“Because this morning at breakfast you told me not to disturb you. I figured that since you’ve been getting your hair and nails done every Wednesday at eleven-thirty at The Beauty Spot since before you could afford it, you’d remember on your own. Should have known better.”

“When I said I didn’t want to be disturbed, I meant for silly crap like the President or World War III. This is important. I keep Wanda waiting and I’m liable to end up with a real poodle cut and green fingernails.”

She pushed past her secretary, out into the living room and started for her bedroom.

A shrill whistle brought her up short and she turned just in time to see two of Martha’s fingers leaving the corners of her mouth.