This is my second limoversery submission. It's another missing moment. It's smut so you have been warned. Enjoy. As always I own nothing.
Blair Waldorf was sitting crossed legged on her bed with the laptop open in front of her. Out her bedroom window could be seen the Seine River and off in the distance the Eiffel Tower. Her mother's apartment located in the Seventh Arrondissement was a place most people would kill to be in but Blair was beyond ready to board a plane back to New York first thing in the morning. The desire for said return trip was on the screen of her computer at the moment; Chuck Bass.
They had been dating for a month and half now and hadn't been apart for more than a few hours the entire time. That was until five days ago when her mother had insisted she join her and Cyrus in the City of Lights. Her father and Roman were in the city and Eleanor thought it was a perfect chance for some family bonding. Blair, of course, didn't want to go but no one said no to Eleanor Waldorf especially her daughter. So she had reluctantly kissed her boyfriend good bye, packed her bags and had left with a heavy heart for the airport to catch her flight to Paris.
It had been the longest five days of her life. Her mother and father had kept her so occupied that she had barely spoken to Chuck. The time difference and the fact that Chuck was spending a lot of time hanging out with Nate meant a few texts and quick phone calls.
They had finally been able to Skype and Blair was so relieved to be able to see her handsome boyfriend's face. He was filling her in on some Bass Industries stuff and Nate's disastrous hook up the night before.
She pushed a loose curl behind her ear. "What did you do while Nate was hooking up?" She raised her eyebrows at the camera.
Chuck rolled his eyes. "Came home and went to bed or at least I tried to but I was hard as a rock and had no one here to relieve me."
"What? Was your left hand busy?" She gave him that look of disdain that she was so good at giving.
"You've spoiled me Waldorf. My hand just won't do after having your amazing cunt for the past month." He smirked at her from the screen.
She gasped. "Chuck! My mother might hear you."
"I cannot wait to have you home with me tomorrow. I'm tired of Eleanor cock blocking me." He stared at her for a second. "Did you get my present?"
"Do you mean the barely there lingerie?" She had received a box that morning hand delivered by an employee of Carine Gilson's. Dauphine, her mother's housekeeper, had brought it up to her room where she was getting ready. She opened the card which read:
"Something special for you to wear on the plane ride home tomorrow."
- C
She had smiled as she untied the ribbon and opened the box. Pushing aside the copious amounts of tissue paper she discovered a slip made from the most diaphanous silk that when she lifted it from the box she could see completely through it. Upon inspection she realized it was the palest shade of lilac. It was gorgeous but bordering on obscene. She was so thankful her mother had been out of the house. There was no doubt in her mind that Eleanor would've insisted on seeing her daughter's gift.
"Did you try it on?" he asked.
"No. I didn't have time. I was walking out the door to meet Mother for a late brunch."
He leaned back into the chair he was sitting in. "Try it on now. I wanna see it on you."
Blair shook her head. "Absolutely not. My mother is literally down the hall and we're leaving for dinner any minute."
"You're no fun Waldorf." He sighed dramatically. "Did you read the card?" He leaned in closer to the camera.
Blair blushing slightly nodded. "Of course. You never open a present without reading the card first. It's called good manners."
"I meant what I said."
She pushed the laptop back further onto the bed. "You must be joking. That is not the appropriate attire to wear under my DVF wrap dress tomorrow."
"It's the perfect attire. I want you wearing my gift when I welcome you home with open arms." He smirked at her.
She sighed. "Are you meeting me at the airport?"
He scoffed. "Hardly. Chuck Bass doesn't do airports. I will however be waiting patiently at your house with a scotch in hand. I'll send Arthur to pick you up."
She rolled her eyes. "Ever the romantic aren't you?"
He shrugged. "I try."
They could both hear Eleanor call Blair's name. She glanced up at her slightly ajar door and shouted, "I'll be right there." She turned back to the camera. "I might wear it if I'm feeling amenable in the morning. I have to go. I love you and I can't wait to see you tomorrow."
He stared at her studying her beautiful features through the grainy picture. "I love you too. Oh and Blair, absolutely no underwear."
And with that her screen went blank. She sat there a minute in disbelief before shutting her laptop and muttering, "Damn that motherchucker."
Blair arrived at JFK airport right on time. Arthur had texted her that he would be waiting for her just outside door number three. As she exited through the door, with the skycap following right behind with her luggage, he was the first thing she saw.
Arthur tipped his head to her as he pulled the door of the limo open. "Did you have a nice flight Ms. Waldorf?"
She smiled sweetly at him. "I did Arthur thank you." She went to hand him a twenty dollar bill so he could tip the skycap but Arthur shook his head.
"Mr. Bass already took care of it Miss."
She nodded as she slid into the limo and Arthur closed the door before turning to deal with the skycap and her luggage.
Blair started to search through her handbag looking for her compact. She wanted to make sure she looked perfect for Chuck. Even though she had just freshened up on the plane she wanted to do a double check.
"Welcome home beautiful."
Blair gasped as she lifted her eyes to Chuck who was seated on the opposite seat. "Chuck! You came." She started to get up to move to the seat next to him when he held up his hand.
"Show me."
She was slightly confused for a second and then she realized exactly what he was asking. She reached up and pulled the bodice of her DVF wrap dress slightly aside to show the barely there fabric and one silk strap of the lingerie. She's acknowledging the game they are about to play. Instantly she feels a hot liquid heat pool in her stomach. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him sexually until this very second.
He leans forward in his seat staring at her as he reaches out pushing her knees slightly apart. "And the panties?"
She shakes her head suddenly unable to speak as his hand slowly moves up under the hem of her dress and between her thighs until he touches her hot center.
There is no barrier of lace and he smirks, "Good girl."
They hear Arthur slam the trunk close and a few seconds later open the door and slide into the driver's seat.
The partition is still down. "To the Waldorf penthouse Mr. Bass?" Arthur asks.
Chuck with his one hand still between her thighs nods. "Yes Arthur, thank you. We'd like some privacy please."
"Of course Sir," he responds.
Blair is trying hard not to breathe because she knows if she does it'll come out in hot, little pants. As Arthur begins to raise the glass Chuck strokes her clit with his very capable finger and just before it closes completely a small moan slips from her lips.
Chuck smirks as he removes his hand from between her thighs and brings his finger to his mouth where he sucks on it. "Mmm, I missed the taste of you."
He leans back in his seat looking her over. She looks completely wanton. Her hair is hanging in loose curls and her skin is flushed pink. As his eyes move over her body he realizes her nipples are showing through the thin fabric of her silk dress. He has an image of her strutting through Charles de Gaulle airport; her hips swaying the way they do when she walks, her breasts bouncing slightly from the lack of support and the silk of her dress clinging to her gorgeous ass. Suddenly the thought of it is too much and he feels like he's going to explode. Just the idea of all those men watching her and wishing they could fuck her was enough to make him come in his pants.
He begins to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. The limo begins to move as Arthur pulls from the curb. "I think as a reward for your obedience I'll let you suck dick." He pushes his pants down.
Blair releases the breath she's been holding and licks her lips. "What a reward." She means for it to sound sarcastic but it comes out full of longing and she realizes how badly she wants to please him. She's on her knees in front of him before he can even release himself from his boxers.
She pushes his hands away and does the honors herself; pulling his boxers down and releasing his raging hard on. She takes her hand and gives him a long, firm stroke from the base to the head. There is already precum glistening there and she runs the pad of her thumb over it before placing it in her mouth and sucking on it.
She repeats his words back to him, "I missed the taste of you."
He reaches out pushing a hand into her dark, chocolate curls and tugs on them. He needs her mouth on him before he embarrasses himself like an immature schoolboy. It's been too long. He had never been abstinent for this length of time. Not once since he had started having sex did he go two days let alone five without fucking someone. He believed that monogamy might be the death of him.
He started to guide her head down but he didn't have to do much because Blair was all too ready to take him into her mouth. As she lowered her lips onto the head of his cock he laid his head back onto the leather seat and groaned. Never had anything ever felt so amazing.
She worked her mouth up and down on him like a pro. Running her tongue along the underside of his dick just the way he liked it. When he felt her cup his balls and squeeze he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Blair was an eager student and she had obviously learned her lesson well because no one gave head quite like her.
He lifted his hips slightly and she followed his lead taking him completely into her mouth; relaxing her throat the way he had taught her so she could accommodate him fully.
A few more deep strokes like that and he was ready to come. Blair so in tune with his body knew what was coming and was all too willing to accept it. She swallowed as he came in the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down on him a couple more times. As his cock became flaccid she released him.
She ran both her hands up his bare thighs and raising herself up fully onto her knees she leaned in and kissed him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth.
"I missed you," she whispered against his lips.
"I've missed you so fucking much." He started kissing her again running his hands up and down her back. Suddenly he felt like she had too many clothes on. He reached down between them pulling the knotted belt at her waist and untying it.
He pulls back from her mouth as he uses both hands to separate the sides of her dress. His eyes rove over her body as he pushes the silk wrap dress from her shoulders and lets it pool on the floor of the limo. She's dressed only in the sheer lilac slip and her four inch heels and it leaves him breathless.
This is exactly how he imagined her when he picked out the slip for her. It's actually better than he had imagined.
He leans forward and kisses her so passionately that when he stops it literally leaves her dazed for a second. So much so that it took her a minute to register what he had just said.
"Sit back Blair." It finally sunk in and she sat back onto the opposite seat.
Now it was his turn to take his spot between her legs. He reached out taking her right ankle in his hand. He slowly removed her shoe tossing it to the floor. He placed a kiss against the inside of her ankle and then using his tongue slowly licked his way up her calf. When he came to her knee he placed a gentle kiss against it before trailing kisses up the inside of her thigh.
When he came to the hem of her slip he stopped and glanced up at her. She was watching him with hooded eyes. He placed another kiss just below the hem inhaling deeply.
"I can smell how ready you are for me." He heard the intake of her breath. "If I touch you right now will I find you wet?"
She licked her lips as she nodded her head.
Grasping the hem of the delicate silk he slowly started to push it up her thighs. "How wet?" When she didn't respond immediately he stopped his movements and looked up at her raising his eyebrows.
"Soaking," she whispered.
He smirked as he pushed her thighs even further apart and then pushed the slip all the way up to her waist exposing her completely to his gaze. He ran his fingers over her now bare belly and down the front of her exposed sex. She wasn't lying; she was very, very wet.
"I have to taste you," and without a seconds hesitation he buried his head between her thighs. He slid his hands under her ass pulling her to the edge of the seat as he licked and teased her with his tongue.
Blair closed her eyes as she lost herself in his talented mouth. Her breathing became erratic as he pushed his tongue inside her. She didn't know how long she could handle this torture. It had been too many days without him and she felt like she could explode any second.
Reaching down she buried her fingers into his hair and pulled on it hard. "Chuck…please…I don't want…I want you inside me."
He ran his tongue over her clit one more time before pulling back. He placed a kiss against the inside of her left thigh and reaching down he removed her other shoe. He then very carefully laid her back onto the seat.
He had a fleeting thought back to that night so long ago when he took her in this exact same spot. Somehow even after all this time it was still as special as it was then. She was the only woman he ever felt that way about. Every time was as good as the first.
He settled himself between her thighs and stared down at her for a second or two. "You are so beautiful." He watched as a blush crept across her features. He knew that no matter how self-confident she appeared to be there was still that bit of self-doubt that existed. He loved that he was able to make her blush under his admirations.
He kissed her as he entered her slowly. One long deep thrust and then he stopped holding himself still, buried deep inside her. This was the most incredible feeling in the world.
He loved being inside her sans condom. A week after they had started dating she had surprised him by going on the pill. They spent the next month using condoms as a precaution and had just given them up a week ago. He had never had sex without the latex barrier until her. It was a first for him and he loved it. Once again she was giving him something he had never had before.
He slowly started to move; pulling nearly out before pushing back in again. She started to pant and make those sweet little noises he loved so much. As he picked up the pace her hips began to lift moving in time with his rhythm. They were so in sync with each other.
His mouth kissed a trail down her throat and along her collarbone as her fingers wove into his hair again. His mouth found its way to her right nipple. He captured the silk covered bud between his teeth and bit down lightly before moving to the other breast and doing the same thing. Suddenly he was too impatient and needed the silk obstacle removed. He pulled down on the bodice and neither of them heard the tear of fine silk as he exposed her breasts completely.
As he felt himself getting closer he placed her left leg onto his shoulder opening her even more to him as he began to pound into her. His fingers found her clit again and he helped her along to a full blown orgasm.
She cried out as he buried himself deeply into her one last time as he came releasing himself inside her.
He lowered her leg as he laid his head on her chest. They were both panting as they tried to slow their racing pulses. Blair stroked her fingers over the back of his neck.
He was still buried inside her as he felt his cock start to go limp. He knew they had to be getting close to her place so he reluctantly raised himself up and off of her. He sat back as he laid her legs in his lap.
She looked gorgeous laying there freshly fucked. He wished she'd let him take a picture. Someday he'd convince her. He needed this image of her captured for prosperity.
"Blair, we need to get dressed." He stroked his fingers along her leg.
She was still lying there with her eyes closed. "I can't move."
He smiled softly at the thought of carrying her past the doorman and through the lobby of her building dressed just as she was at this moment; torn slip and his come trickling out of her.
"I'm fine with you going just as you are. I wouldn't mind all of the UES seeing how beautiful a thoroughly fucked Blair Waldorf is."
He knew that would get her and she slowly sat up. He reached out grabbing the box of tissues from the side bar and handed her a few. She thanked him as she took them and blushing wiped herself clean.
She then noticed the ripped bodice of her slip. She groaned. "Chuck, you've ruined it."
He stopped buttoning his pants to look at her. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'll call the store first thing tomorrow and get you a new one."
She slid her arms into her dress wrapping it back around her. "You better. I had become very fond of this sheer piece of fabric."
He leaned over kissing her lightly. "So have I."
A few minutes later the limo pulled up in front of her building and Arthur opened the door for them. He averted his eyes as the couple exited the car. As far as he was concerned it was just a typical ride home from the airport.