by Fiona Murphy
Paul picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He let her fall to the bed with a thump, and smiled as he watched her tear off her top. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna make you feel real, real good. We have all night and until tomorrow, because, remember, I’m not due in until tomorrow afternoon.”
Struggling out of her skirt, Laura paused as she remembered. “That’s right. How did you get finished so early?”
His shirt gone and pushing down his pants, he came down on her. “Easy. I didn’t sleep for two nights and pushed everyone around me to haul ass so I could get back to you. By this afternoon they were all happy to see the back of my cranky ass.”
“You do have a most amazing, hard and muscular ass.” Laura smiled up at him as her hands roamed over said hard and muscular body part.
“Enough talking, sweetheart. Open your pussy for me. I need to be inside you,” he whispered into her mouth, and she moaned her response as she opened her legs wide and wrapped them around his back. He went in with one hard and fast push, and at last her body was alive again.
At first he fucked her fiercely, pumping deep inside, and after days without him, she came after only minutes, but Paul was still hard. Even as her pussy milked him for his cum, he kept moving within her. His strokes became slower, almost leisurely, as he moved to take one of her tightly pebbled nipples into his mouth. He suckled lightly and then deeply and then moved to her other breast. With every light stroke, his thick cocked rubbed over her sensitive clit and drew out her orgasm, and she was trembling. Her hands running over Paul’s chest, her need verging on painful, she begged him to come. He picked up speed and she was almost sobbing, she was so grateful, but just as she was reaching her orgasm, he went still and his mouth came down on hers. His kiss was savage, greedy, deep, and drugged all her senses. Dazed, she watched Paul move back to her breast and toy and play with her now painfully hard nipple.
She needed him to move. She tried to shift her hips, but his body wouldn’t allow it. He ignored her pleas and moved to her other breast, slowly and lazily. Her pussy clenched around him, begging for movement, and he swore. His mouth was back on hers, and this time his kiss was so light and fluttering it was making her crazy.
“Mine—your body, your pussy, you belong to me,” he whispered into her mouth, and their breath mated as completely as their bodies.
“Yes, Paul. I belong to you. All of me is yours.”
Finally, he began to move again, his hips pumping in and out of her harder and harder with each thrust, verging on pain. She came again, his name on her lips again and again, and he came inside her then.
***
Many hours later, she stirred and shifted to find herself wrapped in Paul’s arms. Hazily, she made out the time to be a little after midnight, and sighed at the idea of getting a cab to stop at this hour for her. She ached almost everywhere, but she smiled as she remembered how good it had all felt at the time. She’d lost count of how many times he’d taken her, both her pussy and her ass. As she sat at the edge of the bed, she watched his cum seep from her body and a thrill shot through her. The sight of his need, his unrelenting desire for her, was almost as exciting as the sex itself had been.
“Hey, where are you going?” Paul asked sleepily, as she pushed a hand through her hair and was attempting to push off the tall bed.
“It’s late, almost midnight. I was going to go home and get some sleep.”
“No, come here. I’ll let you sleep for a few hours, I promise. Don’t go home.” He rolled toward her and pulled her back into his arms. Although she was surprised at his not wanting her to leave, she knew she didn’t want to leave him either, and snuggled into the heat of his hard body.
***
Waking up, she could hear the shower going, and she sighed as she rolled over and saw it was almost ten. She stretched, though her body protested her movement, and then threw off the covers and looked down. The sun was streaming in through the windows, and she could see her body looked as if it had indeed been ravaged. She smiled. He had taken her again close to dawn, a slow and gentle fucking from behind. Although her pussy had been sore, she hadn’t dared to stop him. Her body wouldn’t have let her—she had needed him inside her, and she loved that after he came he had stayed inside her, connecting them. Sitting up, she grinned as once again his seed spilled out of her. It was naughty, so dirty, her mind whispered, as a finger played in their combined show of desire. Her fingers were sticky and coated. She licked them, and it was just like licking him clean after he came inside her. She loved the taste of them together. Again, she slipped her fingers inside her and came up sticky and wet, and she sucked again until they were clean.
She felt his hot gaze on her then, and she looked up to see him leaning against the opening of the door to the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and the look on his face was one of hot desire.
“That has got to be one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my entire life.” He growled as he came toward her, and he pulled the towel off him as he reached the bed.
Smiling, a little sad, she put her hand up to his chest to stop him as he came over her. “Paul, I can’t. I’m too sore. Even my ass aches. Fuck my mouth. I love it when you fuck deep into my throat,” she said with a kiss to his chest.
Paul sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I took you far too often last night.”
“Please, don’t act as if you were the only greedy for you to be inside me. I loved falling asleep with your cock inside me. I’m also pretty sure I begged you to keep fucking my ass those four times. Don’t go soft on me. Fuck my mouth.” She stroked his cock back to hardness and slid down under him. Without thinking, she stroked the seeping pre-cum over her hard nipple, and the feeling made her sigh with pleasure.
He took control then and moved his cock to the valley between her lush breasts. She knew immediately what he was doing, and she pushed them together so he could fuck her breasts, and smiled as she heard him groan. He moved up, and she caught the head of his cock in her mouth and quickly sucked. Pre-cum was leaking all over her, and he moved easily between her breasts. She couldn’t stop flicking her hard nipples. The skin of his cock, so soft and hot, against her sensitive breasts was causing her pussy to leak, she was so turned on. It didn’t take nearly as long as she would have liked before he came.
“Paul, you know I want you to come in my mouth.” She moaned as she continued to work his cock, and then she took him inside her mouth to make sure there was nothing left for her there. He fell back and watched her lick her breasts clean of his cum with a satisfied smile. His hands were on her, pulling her to him, and he took her mouth with a hunger and desperation that clawed at her from the inside. Laura couldn’t hold anything back from him, and answered his kiss stroke for stroke. When she was sure she might black out from loss of breath, he finally stopped and buried his face in her neck. Seeking to soothe him, she stroked his back and ran her fingers through his hair. It wasn’t long before she felt him fall asleep.
Laura looked down at the now softened lines of his face and ran a finger along his jaw. Fuck, she loved this man. This man gave her all the pleasure she could ever want, but she knew, deep down in her heart, that he didn’t want to give her love. Love wasn’t an option for him, and she knew now that giving him her body was the only way she could give him her love. She wondered how long she could keep the words inside. Now that she’d finally realized it, she wanted to scream them out loud. If it meant one more day with Paul, she would do it. Maybe he would come around if she stayed long enough and was patient. A sad sigh slipped from her when she remembered she wasn’t very patient. But then again, last night he hadn’t wanted her to go home, and she’d spent hours in his bed. It was a first for him. Who knew—maybe it would lead to other firsts?
Chapter Five
When she woke again, she found herself alone, and could hear him in the living room. She sighed to see the clock telling her it was almost noon. Making her way to the bathroom, she once
again let out a sigh of jealousy over how large and well done it was. The shower and bathtub were separate, with a large jetted tub she was going to take advantage of now. She turned it on then jumped into the shower to quickly clean up. His shower was something she loved using—it was huge, and had a nice stone bench he’d fucked her on repeatedly. There were two different showerheads above, and jets at body level. By the time she was done, the bath was almost full, and she stepped in and sank in with a sigh of enjoyment. Feeling eyes on her, she looked up to see Paul watching. He was dressed in tight jeans and a button-down linen shirt in white.
After finally realizing her feelings for him, she felt shy. “Hi.”
Smiling, he strolled to her and bent down to kiss her softly but full on her lips. “Hi. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I don’t care what you said this morning. I shouldn’t have taken you so many times last night. Like I told you yesterday, what we do shouldn’t leave you in pain.
“Take as much time as you want in the bath, and when you come out I left a shirt on the bed for you to wear. I put your clothes in to wash a little bit ago, but they won’t be done for a while.”
Looking up at him, she saw the lingering regret in his eyes, and it felt like the lines were blurring again. Taking a deep breath, she met his eyes, hoping he didn’t see the love she felt. “Please don’t feel guilty about last night. I liked it, I really did. If you had given me a choice of just once or twice or what we did, I wouldn’t have hesitated to pick last night. And we did do it together—it wasn’t just you. It felt like forever since you left, and I couldn’t get enough of you either. I really mean it—please stop feeling guilty, because then I’m going to feel guilty and I don’t want to. Not when it felt so good.”
He shook his head, and a finger traveled down her cheek. “I take care of what belongs to me, and you belong to me. Don’t feel guilty about what happened, but it won’t happen again. Your body and pleasure is far too important for me to not take care of. Plus, there’s the added factor that now I’ll have to go without your body for a few days, and I really don’t like that at all.
“Enjoy your bath, sweetheart. Don’t come out until you want to. Today we’re playing hooky.”
Laura wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad that he was telling her there would be no repeat of last night. Lying back as the hot jets flowed over her, she remembered the fire in his eyes and decided she was sad.
After drying off, she slipped on a plain white undershirt that came down to her thighs. She saw he had changed the sheets and, shaking her head, she followed her nose to the kitchen, and found Paul there. It shouldn’t have surprised her that he seemed comfortable in the kitchen, but it did.
“You look much better in that than I ever have. Hungry, sweetheart?”
Blushing, she nodded.
“Is an omelet okay?”
“Sounds good to me. I’m not picky. I still am wondering if I heard you right. Did you really say we’re not going into work today? This from a man who works nearly seven days a week.”
“Yes, smartass. It’s Friday, and a nice long weekend sounds good. I even have Dan taking care of Noah Dalton tomorrow. I work seven days a week because I like it, and there isn’t much that holds my attention for long that isn’t work. Right now, after several days without you, you have all my attention. I got us tickets for that play you couldn’t get tickets to last month. It’s a matinee, but it’s up close.”
“I like having your attention and I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night,” she said. “Thank you for the tickets. I’ve been hearing it’s great, and am very excited to see it. Oh, this is so good.” She nearly moaned with enjoyment. It was a spinach and goat cheese mix that wrapped around thin strips of onions and red peppers. “I had no idea you could cook.”
“I can take care of myself. In college I burned soup, but after I started to build my business I noticed I was doing way too much takeout, so I took a couple of courses. It’s nice to be able to cook more than a burger and fries.”
They ate, and Laura couldn’t help but watch him. He was so beautiful, and she still felt hot all over at his comment about her having all his attention. Paul’s attention was addictive.
When they finished, he loaded the dishwasher, refusing her help, and pointed her in the direction of the laundry room to see if her clothes were done drying. They were, and she dressed, and then frowned as she made her way back to the kitchen.
“I think I should go home and change. I don’t think this looks nice enough to wear out.”
Paul pulled her up against him, and she gasped as she looked up, caught by surprise. “You look gorgeous and just fine. The show starts in an hour, so you don’t have time. I’m just relieved you wore flats yesterday instead of the stilettos you usually wear. I always worry you’re going to break an ankle in those things.”
She wound her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her, and kissed the edge of his mouth. “I wear the stilettos because you like them. I’ve seen your dick get hard when I wear them with stockings. I also like that they bring me closer up to you.”
“Hell yes, it’s sexy as hell when you wear them, but not every day if that’s the only reason. You’ll wear the flats that make me happy and save the heels for occasional use only.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but his mouth came down on hers. Gentle and tender, his tongue caressed her and enticed her to melt against him. After the last few months he now knew her mouth as well as he knew his own, and he used it against her. Winding around him like a vine, she didn’t know where she ended and he began. When he lifted his head, the loss of him was painful.
“No arguing. You’ll do as I say.”
Lost for words, she could only nod. She put her hand in his and allowed him to lead her out the front door, but all she could think of was that kiss. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought he was telling her he loved her with that kiss.
***
Later that evening, as he tucked her into his car, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Today had been wonderful. After the play they’d wandered around the city, window shopping until a dress had caught his eye, and then he’d hustled her inside. She’d endured a very brief shopping trip where she put her foot down after four outfits that had still managed to cost a fortune. Per his request, she’d worn the one that had caught his eye, and they’d had dinner at a sweet little Italian restaurant. They’d talked for hours about the play and shared their favorite spots in the city.
Fully expecting for Paul to take her home, she was surprised when he pulled into his own parking spot. Hesitant to ruin the evening, she wasn’t sure how to ask him. It was a little after midnight. He couldn’t intend for her to spend the night when she was still sore from earlier.
“Paul?”
“Yes, sweetheart, I want you to spend the night—and no, I’m not an asshole and thinking we’ll be able to have sex tonight. I just want you to spend the night. I told you this afternoon—you have all my attention, and right now, I don’t want you anywhere but with me.” He got out of the car and came around to her door, and she got out with his hand on her arm. A flick of the car remote and the trunk opened, and the outfits he bought her were waiting.
Laura followed without a word. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she wasn’t going to question it. She was simply going to enjoy it.
As they prepared for bed, it felt comfortably domestic. He came into the bathroom with a wrapped toothbrush, and she couldn’t help her eyebrow lifting.
“My brother Jim and his daughter Cayce come out to visit me once a year, and no matter how often they make the trip, one or the both of them forget something important—usually around midnight, when going out for whatever it is, is way too late. I also have contact solution, tampons and panty liners, and three different types of deodorant.”
She couldn’t help her smile as he made a face about the tampons and panty liners. “Just once a year. That doesn’t sound like very often.” The words
slipped out.
“After a full week it feels like it sometimes. They come to see me for a week and I go twice a year once during the summer, and then I spend Christmas week with them in Seattle. They used to come to Chicago twice a year too, during Cayce’s spring break. But now she’s got more school activities and friends she doesn’t want to be away from. So in the last few years it’s just been once for them, and I go twice. Also, Jim isn’t happy in a plane. He has to pop an anti-anxiety pill to get up the courage just to walk into an airport.”
Following him back into the bedroom, she only laughed when he pulled off the shirt she had tried to wear to bed, and loved the way he pulled her into his arms, as if it was something he did every night. “Seattle... that does sound like a long way away from Chicago.”
“Yeah, Jim’s almost five years older, and he said he wanted to get as far away from Mom and Dad as he could. He didn’t apply to a single college in Indy.”
“Was their marriage that bad?”
A heavy sigh escaped him as he turned off the light and then wrapped the blankets around them. “It was just so tense all the time. Friction every time they came into contact. We all had to sit down to dinner once a week on Sunday, and it was hell. They were just so quick to bicker. I was relieved that Dad spent all his time at work. He did home sales and was usually out of the house.”
“Do you know why they were like that?”
“Jim is positive that Mom cheated on Dad, and Dad decided turnabout was fair play. The sad thing is I think they still loved or cared about each other, but couldn’t let it go. I came to Chicago for school, and not two weeks later they announced they were divorcing—but it was five years of them in and out of court and mediations before it was final. They were relentless about each other. Every month her alimony check was late until she called four or five times. He was still in and out of the house even though she was given it in the divorce, and then she found out she had breast cancer. Dad wasn’t the same after that. I’m just glad it was quick for the both of them. He was there every day, taking her to the doctor and chemo, and then, only nine months in, she was gone.”
