Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
The windows light up and suddenly we are turning onto Mulholland Drive, making our way up into the hills.
Cordelia gasps, smiling and shaking her head. “This is amazing! We’re… on a date, in LA, a hundred years ago.” She leans back in her seat, letting out a long breath. “This was already the best day of my life. The signing, and the fans, and the party, and the dancing, and… and…” Her head turns so she can look at me. “And you, Steve. This was the best day of my life because of you.”
I shrug. “It’s not really me. It’s just… your time, Cordelia. It’s your time. You made the moments that led up to this day all on your own. You baked the cake. I’m just… frosting.”
Cordy smiles at me. Her eyes wander over my shoulder a little bit. Then she sits up and turns in her seat, studying the door.
“What are you—”
She pushes down on the door lock. It snaps in place with a click. Then she turns to me. “Guess what?”
I’m grinning like an idiot. “What?”
“I’m not wearing my Skinnies tonight.” Then she reaches into the back seat and snaps that door lock down in place too. “And do you know what that means, Steve Smith?”
“I’m getting lucky at Inspiration Point?”
She giggles. And nods. And crawls across the front seat until she’s right on top of me. Then she’s straddling me—in my lap! Reaching over, magnificent breasts right in my face, to snap down the two remaining door locks.
She straightens up. Places her hands on my cheeks. And then she leans down and kisses me. I kiss her back. And it’s filled with passion. It’s long and slow. A romantic kiss straight out of Forever Sugar. Cordelia has her hands on my face, and my hands slide down over her hips, pulling her magnificent skirts aside, and then slipping underneath them.
I smile. “You lied to me, Miss Serendipitous.” She does not stop kissing me, simply grins through my accusation. “You’re not only not wearing Skinnies, you’re not wearing anything.”
She whispers into my ear, “Shut up and fuck me, Steve. Just don’t rip the dress. It’s worth like forty thousand dollars.”
I pause, causing her to pause too. “Well, there is only one way to ensure that this dress comes out the other end alive. Let’s just take it off.”
I reach around her back, find the zipper, and slowly drag it down her spine. She shrugs her shoulders together and I slip it over them, sliding the beaded bodice down her arms and to her waist.
I stare at her breasts for a moment, in awe. Then shake myself out of it when Cordelia flips over on her side, tugs the dress down her legs, throws it—carefully—into the back seat, and is back on my lap in an instant, suddenly wearing nothing but a lacy lavender bra.
My dick starts growing inside my bespoke trousers and all I can think is that I’m wearing way too many clothes.
But Cordelia starts kissing me again. Her fingertips nimbly loosen my bowtie and unbutton my waistcoat, then my shirt. And the next thing I know, she’s sliding her hand across my bare chest.
She pulls back and touches her forehead to mine. “My God, Steve. Your body is like a fucking statue.”
I hold up a finger. “One moment, please.” And then I have my coat off, my waistcoat off, my shirt off and we are staring each other in the eyes as the car pulls in to a scenic overlook.
Her hand is suddenly working my belt and I’m sitting back, just watching her.
She gets it undone. Pauses to look up and grin at me. And then bites her lip as she slides her hand into my pants.
I’m closing my eyes in ecstasy when her hand wraps around my shaft and begins to slowly slide up and down.
I enjoy it for a moment. Just burning the memory into my head to keep forever. Because I want to replay this night back on repeat for centuries.
But then I open them again and pop the hooks of her bra behind her back. The bra comes loose and she shrugs her shoulders again, allowing it to slide over her shoulders and down her arms.
I nod in approval when her breasts are suddenly right there. And the next thing I know, I’ve got one lifted up to my mouth. She arches her back, lifts up her hips, and pulls my dick out of my pants. The next thing I know, she’s sliding me up to her entrance. Sitting down, putting me inside her.
There is a shared gasp as we stay absolutely still for a moment.
And then… then we fuck.
The car bouncing, the scene lights of yesteryear LA all around us, and ‘In the Mood’ by Glenn Miller playing on the radio.