#strong lime

“How could you not?  I got to show up with the city’s most wanted—I mean most eligible—bachelor on my arm—”

“Putting to rest the rumours that our relationship was no more than wishful thinking on your part—”

“I never started those!”

They stopped beside a sinfully expensive black car—the kind that more or less required a vanity plate—and Nobunaga pulled Lumi into his arms, enveloping her in warmth and the delightful scent of his cologne.

“I know that, of course.”

“Of course.”

“And I found it rather enchanting to be your trophy for the evening.”  She felt his lips against her hair, and knew he was smiling.

Lumi huffed a small laugh. “As if!  But yes, it was different for me to be looking down from a podium at you, even for just a little bit.”

“I was pleased to watch you receive the recognition you deserve.  In fact”—one arm tightened around her waist, and a strong hand suddenly cupped her chin and cheek—“it was rather intoxicating to be in your world for a little while.”  His lips found hers, demanding and sure, and his fingers slid around her face to tangle in her hair.  She shivered from something other than the night air as his other hand caressed the muscles of her lower back and derrière through the soft, clingy material of her dress.

For a long moment, Lumi gave into the kiss.  She could feel the aroused tension in Nobu’s body from each point at which they touched, and desire buzzed in her ears and flushed her cheeks and skin.  With an effort, she pushed back a little when they finally came up for air.

“We should go home, Nobunaga.  This is, ah, awfully public.”  She was breathless, and conscious that it was exciting to embrace so intimately in full view of any other party-goers in search of their cars.

“Oh?  You don’t look like you want to stop—and most people are taking cabs, or being chauffeured.”

It was true, and the parking lot was mostly deserted, as well as rather dimly lit.  The realization that the venue continued to ignore all requests for better lighting decided Lumi in favour of going home, even though her body was suggesting that another kiss was in order.  Resolutely, she turned her face away as best she could.

“Unhand me, sir!  I wish to depart.”

Her flippant, challenging words made Nobunaga chuckle.  He pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her neck, causing her to gasp and lick her lips, but then he released her.

“Yes ma’am.”  He held open the car door in the manner of a respectful chauffeur, but his gaze was hot and hungry, and seemed to roam over her body as she tried to slide gracefully into the front seat.  When he leaned in after her to buckle her in—ignoring her feeble protests—he paused to breathe a few words into her ear:  “You may find it a long ride home, my dear.”  The hand he rested briefly on her thigh seemed to convey heat to her whole body.

Lumi took several careful breaths as Nobunaga closed her door and walked unhurriedly around the car to the driver’s seat.  Tonight had been her night.  She’d received praise from her colleagues, recognition from her employers, and public respect from a number of VIPs—including several top models.  Nobunaga had finally gotten to see her wholly within her own sphere, and he’d been impressed.  And turned on. That thought was exhilarating.

“Nobunaga…”

“Yes?  How may I be of service?”

The car hummed into life, and Nobunaga backed smoothly out of the parking spot.  She found him almost indecently sexy most of the time, but there was an extra patina of sexiness when he was driving, especially at night.  She’d have to be careful.

“What do you think of this dress?”

“That’s an odd question.”

“Still.”

There was a smile in his voice as he answered, “I like the way it looks on you.”

“Just the look?”

“Hmm?”  She saw him consider her words.  “…No.  I suppose there’s the material, too.  It’s smooth, and as soft to the touch as it looks, which isn’t always the case.  Many pretty materials look nicer than they feel.”

“You’re right, as usual.” Lumi smiled at him, and then ran her hands down the fabric of the dress, deliberately reveling in the wonderful material she’d chosen.  “Of course, it’s rather thin”—she casually stroked the fabric clinging to the swell of one breast, aware that her inhibitions were submerged in champagne—“but it breathes well, and has enough give in it to show off the curves of the wearer’s body.” She thought she heard the tiniest hitch of indrawn breath from the city’s hottest bachelor (as voted by the listeners of the city’s biggest radio station).

“Lumi.”  The hint of command in his voice made her look over at him. However, she gave him a cheery smile instead of the lovelorn—lustlorn?—look she was afraid she had too much of the time when they were together.

“Sorry, Nobu!  I didn’t mean to bore you…”  She clasped her hands girlishly—and quite obviously deliberately—under her breasts.  Nobunaga started to say something, but he stopped abruptly when she started to play with her visibly-hardening nipples, first stroking, and then pinching them, before forcing her hands away—and it was an effort—to start pulling hairclips and pins out of her hair.

There was a low chuckle from the driver’s side.  “Power suits you surprisingly well.  You are most enticing, this evening.”

“Am I?”  Lumi ran her fingers through her hair, releasing it from its artful knots.  Without looking up, she leaned back in her seat, toed off her pretty heels, and put her feet up on the dash.  The skirt of her dress slid up her thighs revealing smooth skin and the hard-won muscle of her lengthy walk to and from work.  “Oh dear,” she murmured, giggling.  She couldn’t help the giggle—she didn’t think she’d ever had Nobunaga’s attention quite like this before, and it was fun.  Among other things.

After a brief, and wholly fake, struggle to tug down her skirt, Lumi tilted her head winsomely at Nobunaga.  His sensuous mouth was curved up at one corner, as though he were fighting a smile. One large hand reached out to stroke her thigh, and she felt her eyes slide part-way closed.

“Mmmmm…”  Her head tilted back involuntarily when his fingers began to brush against the rapidly dampening silk of her panties, just at the top of her leg.

“Oh?”

“Oh, yes—definitely.” She wriggled around in the seat a little, unabashedly pressing herself toward Nobu’s hand.  The motion against her intimate folds became more direct and more satisfying. With a view to sharing the pleasure, she reached out—a little blindly—and traced her lover’s cheek and chin before leaning even closer to him in order to find and caress the hard bulge just below his belt.  A sharp intake of breath acknowledged her foray, which pleased her.  Nobunaga rarely gave up his tremendous control.

“I don’t know whether to drive faster—mmm, that’s very nice—or stop, for fear of crashing.”

“You won’t… nnnnngh… crash.”  The silk panties were wet through now, and his fingers were pressed as firmly against her clit as their positions allowed, though not directly against her slick skin—quite possibly on purpose, knowing him.  Her toes were curled against the invisible glovebox, and not-so-small jolts of sensation made it difficult to focus.

There was an intense silence, as they each concentrated on the other’s touch, and presumably—in Nobunaga’s case—the road.  Lumi had no idea where they were, exactly.  She prayed they were close to her place, because she knew Nobu would insist on driving until they got there, since she’d made it a challenge of sorts.  Just as she was about to try for a glimpse of their whereabouts, the car slowed and made a sharp turn followed by a sudden stop. They were in the driveway of Lumi’s townhouse-apartment building.

Nobunaga pulled away long enough to turn off the engine and unbuckle his seatbelt, and then he twisted around and kissed her hard enough to bruise, one hand tangling tightly in her hair, and the other sliding up her thigh and rubbing insistently between her legs. Lumi found herself gripping the sides of her seat as she pressed her whole body into the kiss.  A deep moan escaped her, even as Nobu’s lips and tongue claimed her mouth.  She could smell the musky scent of sex.

“Nnnnnngh… should go… mmmmm…”

The hand driving her wild slid away, and the sharp click of her seatbelt made her stifle her protest at the loss of heat and pressure.  Nobunaga’s mouth suddenly left hers, and closed over the engorged tip of one breast, teasing it through the material of her dress in a way that left her panting with desire.  She wanted to respond with—with something—but she couldn’t unclench her fingers from her seat.  When he lifted his head and grinned at her no-doubt lust-filled countenance, she just licked her lips and smiled back.

“You want to go inside, I take it?”  His words might sound cool, but his feverish eyes and flushed cheeks told a different story. His attempt at control gave Lumi the incentive she needed to uncurl her fingers and reach out to grip and then rub the tip of the hard shaft pressing against the fine material of his dress pants. His breath hitched and she heard herself chortle.  She’d always wondered what a chortle sounded like—now she knew.

“Yes… Please, my lord”—it was lovers’ game between them, to be lord and maiden—“please do come inside…”

They both laughed, a little breathlessly, at her unsubtle emphasis on the last words, and then in the time in took her to blink, and register his absence, Nobunaga was opening the passenger-side door of the car and lifting Lumi into his arms.  They kissed again, passionately, with all the promise of a night’s love-making ahead of them, and Lumi muttered, “Key.  Damn—”

“I grabbed your purse.” Amazingly, he had.  She didn’t protest leaving the shoes.

Somehow, they managed to get into the building—it had a key code—and then Nobunaga took the stairs two at a time before setting Lumi down in front of her door, at her slightly muffled insistence.  Find key, put key in lock, open door—

The door swung open and Nobunaga seized her from behind, caressing her breasts before spinning her around  into his arms. His lips closed on hers as he walked her backward into her small living room, kicking the door closed behind him. She automatically started to unbutton his shirt, returning the kiss and stretching up a little to grind her hips against him. He stopped when her back hit the wall beside the archway into her kitchenette, and let her tug the now-open shirt down off his shoulders to hang on his wrists.

“Cufflinks…” they muttered at the same time, panting.  Lumi grabbed for a wrist and stared blindly at the offending jewellery.  Focus. Her fingers were usually pretty good with clasps and clips and stuff like this, but even as she gripped the gold, falcon-engraved cuff-links, Nobunaga’s tongue swept over the curve of her ear and she faltered.

“…Do you… want these off… nnnnnggghhh… or not?”

“Mm-hm.”

His teeth joined the assault on her ear, and heat swept her body.  Sometimes it’s good to be stubborn. Years of helping models dress and undress came to her rescue, and for thirty seconds Lumi tuned out everything but the—stupid, freaking, why is he so extra anyway, who wears these things anymore— cufflinks, which finally dropped to the floor.  The shirt followed in a whisper of expensive silk-linen blend, and then demanding fingers clasped the back of her head, and a strong arm pulled her firmly against a hard body.

“Is this private enough, Lumi?”  Nobunaga bent his mouth to her neck, and she whimpered.

“…’essss…”  Her body was writhing against his, and she craved his touch—on her breasts, belly, and thighs, and—so much—on and inside her wet, sensitized, most intimate places.

“Good…” He kissed her lips again, but lightly, teasingly, although his eyes were burning.  “Now I will kiss you all over… in celebration of your… mmm… so notable successes…”  The words ghosted against her parted lips, and she swallowed.  The muscles of her core clenched and fluttered in anticipation.

For a short time there was silence, and then Lumi moaned, quivering.  Her head tipped back against the wall, and her knees started to buckle. One hand twined itself in Nobunaga’s hair as he knelt before her, at once servant and master.  It was almost unbearable.

“Nnnnnnnnnnggggghhhhh! ….Aaaaaahh!...”  Pleasure, hot and sweet, coursed through her, and her hips would have bucked hard, but for the strong hands clamped around the tops of her thighs.  His lips, his tongue, his mouth! “…Nnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!  Nobu—Nobunaga!”

It was one hell of a kiss.

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