Priceless Ch. 03

I pressed her against the door and kissed her hard. With one hand, I reached behind her and turned the doorknob. I backed her into the house with my body, never breaking contact with her lips. With one hand around my shoulder, she steadied herself, while the other hand gripped on my turgid shaft.

I kicked the door shut behind us and started backing her toward the stairs. I opened my eyes to make sure I didn't accidentally run her into anything, but kept moving forward. Her tongue thrust and feinted against mine as we shuffled through the kitchen.

By the time we made it to the stairs, I was ready to burst. Kate felt her foot hit the bottom stair and pulled back.

"Cognac," she breathed as I continued to kiss her neck.

"Later," I growled.

"No… pant… now… pant."

"Later."

She squeezed my erection just hard enough to get my attention, but not so hard as to actually hurt. "You get the cognac… pant… and meet me in your bedroom."

She kissed me hard and then pulled back, already headed up the stairs. I gripped my slipping trousers and held them up as I walked toward the wet bar. I quickly realized that I couldn't carry the bottle, the two glasses, and hold my pants up. I set everything down, quickly fastened the clasp at the waist of my trousers, and then picked up the bottle and glasses.

My cock was pointing like a divining rod when I walked through the door into my bedroom. I pulled up short when I saw Kate. She was sitting on the end of my bed, grinning at me, wearing only the necklace and earrings, the grey suede shoes, and a smile.

"You were right," she said impishly. "I didn't need the dress after dinner."

I looked at her, my eyes wild with lust.

"Awww, poor baby," she said, teasing me. "All dressed up and nowhere to go."

At the look I gave her, she giggled, and finally took pity on me. She gracefully stood and walked toward me, more beautiful than ever.

"I have another surprise for you," she purred, taking the bottle and snifters from me.

She set them on the floor, ran her hands up my chest, and slipped my jacket over my shoulders. When she had it off me, she folded it and draped it across my dresser.

"I rearranged my schedule," she said.

She loosened my tie and it quickly joined my jacket. She started tugging my shirt out of the waist of my pants and then began to unbutton it slowly.

"One of the other doctors is going to take my office visits tomorrow."

She kissed each inch of skin as she exposed it, and then slipped the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms.

"So if you'd like," she said, looking at me with big, inviting eyes. "We can spend the day together."

I stepped out of my shoes as she undid my hastily fastened trousers.

"Would you like that?" She stepped close, and her nipples grazed my chest.

I focused my attention on her face and nodded.

She smiled, and in one deft motion, knelt and had my pants and boxers around my ankles. I stepped out of them while she helped, and then she kissed my thighs as she helped remove my socks.

I kicked the discarded clothing to the side and Kate smiled up at me, capturing the tip of my rigid cock as she did. She closed her eyes and sucked a few inches into her mouth, running her tongue over the sensitive underside of my glans.

When she pulled back, grinning, I almost took her head in my hands—I wanted to force my dick back into her mouth. With an effort of will, I restrained myself, and watch curiously as she poured a glass of cognac. She corked the bottle and slid it and the unused glass toward my dresser, out of the way.

With a lascivious grin, she grasped my rock-hard member with her left hand while the right raised her glass. She swirled the amber liquor around the snifter and then bent my cock toward it. The glass was so cool that it made me flinch when it touched the hot flesh of my erection. I watched, mesmerized, as Kate dipped the tip of my manhood into the liquor. She swirled the cognac again and then lowered the glass.

My cock emerged dripping, and she quickly locked her lips around the crown. I shuddered as she hungrily licked off the cognac. She moaned and took half my length into her mouth, lavishing attention on my shaft with her tongue. When she pulled back, she gave me a smoldering look and plunged my cock back into the amber liquid.

By swirling the liquor, she coated about the first inch and a half of my member. The cognac was cool against my skin, but I didn't have long to complain, as she quickly sucked my length back in her mouth.

She repeated the process—dipping my cock in the cognac and then licking it clean—for several minutes, until I could stand it no longer. She realized I'd reached the point of no return, and wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft. Her tongue flicked against the tip of my cock and I erupted.

My back and legs tensed up as I spilled my seed into her mouth, crying out in ecstasy as I did. Kate pumped my length and greedily swallowed my come, moaning softly. When my orgasm finally subsided, and I was once again capable of coherent thought, I looked down to see her trying to engulf the rest of my cock. The head was still very sensitive, but she concentrated on the shaft, and the feeling was exquisite. She continued to suck me as I slowly shrank, and finally relinquished her lip-lock several wonderful minutes later.

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We finally climbed into my bed a little before eleven o'clock. I had Kate straddle my head and I licked her right to the edge of orgasm while she revived my cock with her talented lips and tongue. When she had me completely hard, I handed her a condom from the nightstand and she rolled it over my length with her mouth.

In the blink of an eye, she turned around and straddled my hips, lowering herself onto my jutting erection. Almost as soon as she seated herself, I felt her vaginal muscles spasm and grip me. She lifted herself off me and plunged down once, her body taut as a bowstring. She rose and fell two or three more times and then began to shudder with the first throes of orgasm.

Her pussy clenched my thickness and I moved my hands over her diamond-hard nipples, driving her onward. With a rush, she came, the waves of her pleasure crashing over her like a tidal bore. She cried out and arched her back, attempting to force more of my length inside her. As her orgasm began to subside, she trembled and collapsed forward.

I held her close, my cock still buried in her quivering pussy. She panted against my chest and I lightly ran my fingernails over her back and buttocks. She shivered at my touch, and then began to gently move her hips as she regained her composure. Soon, she was bouncing atop me, working toward her second orgasm.

She came with a rush, hard and fast, her body shuddering with her release. I was close as well, and slammed into her, intensifying her orgasm and reaching my own at the same time. With a grunt, I impaled her, blasting jet after jet of semen into the tip of the condom.

Slowly, we both relaxed and shared a sated smile. Kate lay forward and hugged herself to my chest, planting tender kisses all over my sweat-sheened skin. I held her close and felt her body as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

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My watch alarm went off in the morning and I quickly shut it off. Kate stirred beside me, but didn't wake. I quickly slipped from under the covers, trying not to disturb her, and padded to the bathroom.

Afterward, I quietly headed downstairs to my home office. The Russians don't usually celebrate Christmas on the same day we do—instead celebrating on January 7. But I was going to be out of town for several days, and away from my computers, so I wanted to make one final call to Dima and make sure everything was running smoothly.

I called him directly, not bothering with an AT&T conference call. He told me that he'd gotten my wired funds, and that Stasya had been very appreciative of the flowers and chocolates. She couldn't eat the chocolates until her tooth had been fixed, but he told me she had adored the flowers.

Lev had worked over the weekend; he and Brad had somehow overcome the language barrier and actually gotten a lot accomplished. Brad still had a lot of work to do before his December 30 deadline, but from the sound of things, he was on schedule to receive his bonus. Dima wished me a Merry Christmas, in English, and I rang off.

I had an e-mail message from Brad, telling me to call before eight in the morning. I was sure that he'd worked the entire weekend with little or no sleep, and knew he'd be wanting to get to bed. When I called him, he answered on the first ring, sounding sleepy but jubilant. He'd gleaned some kernel of insight from Staysa's notes and had saved at least a day. He had nothing but glowing things to say about Lev as well. Apparently, the two of them had hit it off better than I imagined possible. I told him to get some sleep and he quickly said his goodbyes.

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When I came back up to my bedroom, I realized Kate was awake before I even slipped into bed. While she only created a slight rise under my thick feather comforter, I could easily tell she was on her back, and her hand languidly moved between her legs.

"Couldn't wait 'til I got back?" I asked, looking down at her from the side of the bed.

She shook her head. "I woke up and wanted you. When you weren't here, I decided to get warmed up."

"And you just expect me to take care of your needs?"

She smiled beatifically and nodded. I tried to suppress a chuckle, but couldn't. One of her hands—the one not rubbing her pussy—snaked out from under the covers.

"Service me," she demanded playfully, snapping her fingers.

I grinned at her and slid under the covers. My feet were freezing, and I knew she wouldn't appreciate having them thrust upon her, so I tried to keep a little distance between us. Kate, however, had other ideas.

She snuggled close to me, throwing an arm and a leg over my body and pressing herself against my side. She was a furnace, and I luxuriated in her warmth. When her foot slid down my shin, I tried to warn her, but she continued. Her shriek as she contacted my cold foot was gratifying, but her fist in my ribs took the wind out of my enjoyment.

"We'll have to get you warmed up before I can have my breakfast in bed," she said.

"Oh ho! You think I'm going to let you have breakfast in bed?"

She ran her fingers through my pubic hair and gently grasped my cold, shrunken member. Her hand warmed me nicely, and I felt the usual stirring at the contact.

"Okay," I said quickly, "you win. You can have breakfast in bed."

"I thought you'd see it my way," she said smugly. "But while I'm getting you warmed up, so you don't freeze my backside with your feet, let's talk for a minute."

"I am yours to interrogate."

She kissed my chest and sighed contentedly, lying still for a moment. "Where was I?" she asked, coming back from her woolgathering. "Oh, yes. Do you have a tux?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Well, the chief of surgery at St. Mary's is having a black-tie New Year's Eve party at his house. Very posh. You'll need to wear a tux."

For the moment, I ignored the fact that she hadn't actually asked me to go with her, only assumed that I would. Of course I would go with her, but I didn't like being taken for granted any more than she would have.

"And, of course, I'll need to buy a new dress."

"A new dress?" I knew where she was going with that, but in order to glean more information, sometimes it's best to simply repeat a statement in the form of a question.

"Uh huh. And we'll need to go to Couture du Monde. They have the best… um… selection."

"And don't forget the staff," I added.

"Yes, of course. And the best staff. I was thinking… You could arrange a private shopping trip, something after their normal business hours. Next Sunday?"

"Hmmmm," I said doubtfully, teasing her. "I don't know…"

Kate lifted herself on her elbow and looked down into my eyes. At the look on her face, my penis stiffened noticeably. "I want to see you two together," she said, her voice sultry and demanding.

"Who?" I asked, trying to look innocent.

She squeezed my slowly inflating cock, and got the expected results. "You know who. Renée."

"Oh, her."

Kate nodded again. "I want to see you between her legs, fucking her."

"And maybe you want me to see you between her legs?" I asked with a pointed grin.

Kate nodded silently.

"Well," I said, flipping her onto her back and neatly rolling between her legs.

She squawked at the sudden reversal.

"You'll have to ask me nicely," I said, and began to slide down her body and under the covers. "And you'll have to do it after I've had my breakfast in bed. If you're a good girl, I may even say yes."

She protested at first, but her protests soon turned into whimpers. Her whimpers turned into moans, and her moans eventually turned into cries of ecstasy. Afterward, she did her best to ask me nicely, and I ultimately agreed to both the shopping trip and the party.

But that, as they say, is a story for another time.

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