“I want to put my seed inside you, Alyson,” he groans. “Our future, our family.”
I’m nodding so hard I’m dizzy, never wanting or needing anything so much in my whole life. It’s not a hollow promise either, being Eric’s. I am his body, mind, and soul.
What he wants, I want and I do want his seed inside me, I want us to have a family, to multiply our love all we can.
“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me it’s what you want.” And I moan a loud answer.
“Yes, Eric. Yes. Give it to me, I’m yours.”
My hands find his hardness, and as he gently enters me, I tone sounds of relief, pleasure and amazement as I feel all of him gradually filling me until we’re locked together.
Eric holds himself still as I shudder and shake, his huge line of heat so far inside me I feel a climax coming almost straight away, but he’s shaking his head gently.
“You’ll come when I do. When I say so,” he says firmly, like a boss and I feel my whole body relaxing, the pressure subsiding just a little and daring me to move as I start to grind against his organ which feels a thousand times better than I thought it would.
“I want you to come inside me, Eric,” I moan, gripping the backs of his powerful forearms as he starts to stroke slowly in and out of me, making me lose myself in a new sensation I want to last forever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Eric
I feel like I’m about to lose all control, she’s so tight. So perfect. Just looking at her perfect body makes me want to…
But I know I can’t. I have to save it all for her, for our future family.
Hearing her tell me she wants it, wants what I want. Not just this perfect union, but the life, the family that goes with it. It’s music to my ears, to my very soul. Not that I had any doubts, but I know for sure Alyson and me, we’re destined to be great together.
Forever.
Once I’m fully inside her, it’s like something clicks. Like we both feel complete and all the pressure of an unexpected finish is suddenly a shared, purely sensual and erotic experience with no urgency but plenty of sensation and a sense of peace I’ve never known.
I could come in her any second and she could have her own finish, but we both want this to be special and once we get a rhythm going, Alyson takes to it like a duck to water.
Filling her from the front, I can tell she’s experiencing things like never before, but she’s also eager for more, and the prospect of taking her from behind makes me growl with delight.
The sight of her perfect ass bent over in front of me, her twitching pink hole and her smoky voice, begging me to fuck her now, to really give it to her is too much.
Almost too much. I grab her thick hips with both hands and flip her around, sucking in a breath as she guides me into her, making us both moan with satisfaction as I once again feel myself hitting her sweetest spot as soon as I’m all the way inside her.
Alyson likes it a little rough as much as she likes it slow and gentle. And in no time, she’s practically barking at me to give it to her harder.
Her ass pounds against my quads as I grip her harder, loving the feeling of her slamming against me, the sounds she makes with each thrust and most of all, how tight she feels against my cock which I know is reaching its time.
“Alyson,” I warn her, growling but she only grunts in reply, kicking up her pace a notch and clamping down on me even tighter, making me swear as I run a hand over her ass, watching her like poetry in motion.
Her grunts turn to moans, then quicken further as our bodies become a blur, until finally she gasps and I feel my balls stiffen, rising up as I grip her harder than ever.
We’re both silent for a second, the force of the beginning of our climax together so great that it leaves us unable to even make a sound until it starts to fully wash over us both.
I finally gasp in disbelief, and we both swear together as her whole body rocks and shakes as I feel my release pulsing deep inside her.
Just as I feel my own climax receding, I watch her hands grip the sheets and she stiffens all over again, her sweet tightness pulsing all over again as she climaxes again and again, starting to thrust herself back onto me like a woman possessed by the best kind of demon.
Holding her firmly in my grasp, I growl with satisfaction, because that’s what she is now.
A woman.
My woman and we’ve only just started the journey of this magic between us.
Still inside her, I lay us both down, spooning her as I draw the covers up over us both.
She trembles with tiny aftershocks of pleasure and her breath shudders and sighs as she finally gives in to the pleasant exhaustion of someone who’s truly spent.
I feel the same and even though there’s so much I want to tell her, so much more I want to do to her, I also just want to hold her. To feel her naked body against mine as we lay together, finally together and joined in the best way possible.
My queen crowned, my woman claimed in her palace, her life of luxury and happiness starting from now on.
We doze for a while, and I hear her mock sound of disappointment as I eventually slide out of her, making us both laugh.
“Do I have work in the morning?” she asks me, and I have to think, almost.
“I think we can have a little more orientation, maybe for the rest of the week. There’s nothing that can’t manage itself at the office for that long,” I reason aloud.
For twenty years, it’s all I’ve done. I’ve never had a day to just be me because the whole company is me.
Now there’s two of us, I can finally make some time for what really matters and I want Alyson to be hands on in the company as well.
But not all on her first few days, we have plenty of time for that.
I feel strangely alert all of a sudden, refreshed and renewed and extremely hungry too.
We skipped dinner and I remember how Alyson skipped lunch too, a habit I need her to curb, regular eating and eating well is what I want to see her do from now on.
“Medium or well done?” I murmur, planning what I’m having out loud.
“Rare and bloody,” she chimes, and I’m sure I hear her smacking her lips.
“How’d you know I was so hungry?” she asks me and I squeeze her tighter. “Who couldn’t be after that?” I remind her.
I lean over to the phone by the bed and order us some steaks and vegetables, a choice of gravy and sauces as well as a surprise request for dessert from the restaurant. “Surprise me,” I tell the kitchen before hanging up.
“No dishes, either,” I tell her and she shifts onto her back, sighing with contentment.
“Is this how you live every day?” she asks me, turning to meet my gaze.
“No,” I assure her. “Only since today. Every other day it’s just work, work and more work.”
I frown at the thought. So much time ‘wasted’ but if the end result, if my prize is Alyson, it’s been worth every second.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Alyson
It feels like Eric wants to stuff me all over again, but this time with food. I’ve never seen steaks so big, and cooked perfectly, melting in my mouth and making me feel double indulgent, eating in bed. Something I’d never normally do.
He tastes some of mine, then feeds me some of his from his fork, it’s all amazing and I have a hard time imagining anyone eats like this every meal.
Reading my thoughts, Eric reflects aloud.
“I used to go to bed hungry, feel hungry all day and then the same again at night some days… a long time ago though,” he tells me.
“Because you worked so hard?” I ask, not quite getting his meaning.
“Because I was so poor!” he exclaims but neither of us laugh. “It’s something I remind myself of as much as I can, but never to the point of obsessing about it.”
I almost feel guilty for eating so much, but Eric prods me with the blunt end of his fork.
“See? Guilt isn’t the same as gratitude. Y
ou can be grateful and still know half the world’s starving and sleep at night.”
I feel like I have a lot to say about that, it’s a pretty challenging statement, but Eric bites down on his and encourages me to do the same.
“I want to see you eating properly, Alyson,” he says firmly.
“You can do more good, and for more people when you have a good diet and a balanced mind.”
“But what about an unbalanced body?” I ask, feeling my size now that I’m so full, secretly wanting more than I’ve already had as I eye the platter I know has a dessert underneath.
“Your body belongs to me now,” he says, matter of fact. “It’s perfect and I won’t hear you saying otherwise either.”
I scoff and remind him of the obvious. “Your body is perfect… mine’s not.”
He looks at me intently, taking my hand in his and kissing it. “You’re my queen now, and you’ll be the mother of our children someday. I say it’s perfect because it is.”
“You always have to have the last word?” I ask and he deliberately stays silent, making us both laugh again.
It feels good to laugh, really laugh with someone. Not laughing at someone or something, but just laughing because we’re happy.
Something I don’t honestly think I’ve ever known until today, until Eric.
“I love you Eric,” I hear myself say and his eyes flash to mine, his mouth creasing with emotion.
“I love you more,” he says, and we kiss until the clatter of our moving trays interrupts him, reminding him of the other great love of my life, even though it’s a pretty distant second to Eric.
Dessert.
“What do you think it is?” he asks with an air of suspense.
“I think it’s half mine already,” I tell him, snorting loudly as I laugh and then we both laugh extra hard as he lifts the lid.
“Maybe just a slice,” I recant. A whole, very giant looking mud cake is underneath the silver dome and we both agree that a slice each is plenty.
“Why’d they send up so much food?” I ask, wondering if it’s because they saw Eric come in with a thick girl, and straight away my mind starts playing nasty tricks. Making me think Eric’s had a string of girls up here, when I know in my heart that he hasn’t.
“I dunno,” he muses, “but you know what? I’m gonna bring it up. Thank you Miss. Bennet. You’ve earned your keep today, in more ways than one,” he tells me, feeding me a large forkful of the moist and gooey, thick cake which is divine.
After dreaming all night about chocolate cake and of course, Eric holding me in his strong arms, the sound of running water stirs me semi-awake.
I need the bathroom, and after a few moments the pleasing sound of what I guess is a bath running turns to a pressure on my bladder, forcing my eyes open.
I almost jump with a start when I do open them, but Eric’s huge brown eyes so close to mine make me sigh with pleasure, then smile instead.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” he whispers, and pecks my nose.
“I’m running you a bath, which is ready. I’ll leave you in peace to do what queens do, but I’ll be back in a few to join you, okay?”
This is scary good, he even knows when to let a girl do what she has to in the morning without making things awkward.
I nod my head, squeaking as I stretch. He watches me from the doorway before turning off the faucets, a satisfied growl echoing from the huge bathroom joining his bedroom. The sweet smell of geranium and what registers as Eric’s signature scent hits my nose and I snuggle into the sheets with delight, stifling a squeal.
A whole bath filled with Eric’s scent. I could live in that forever.
Eric comes back to the bed, putting a folded robe next to me and runs his eyes over the curves I’m making in his bedsheets one more time.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” he says in a husky tone.
“Where are you going?” I ask, slightly panicked at the thought he might be leaving.
“Just to the kitchen. It’s not always room service, y’know,” he says knowingly with a wink.
I relax instantly, and once he’s kissed me good morning again, I watch his perfect frame flexing through his own robe as he goes barefoot out into the kitchen, which I guess is some distance. This place is huge.
Like the bedroom, the bathroom is modern, with a very large freestanding oval bath, gleaming white with the perfect balance of shining black and white tiles with the same blues that color the bedroom added here and there.
The steaming water, the heavenly fragrance make me feel like I can actually inhale Eric as well as sink into him as I slip into the perfectly just right bath water.
Whatever fragrance he uses, I’ve already decided it has to be pulled from the market. I don’t want anyone else getting a whiff of my man, it’s too sexy.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Eric
I absently check the front door before walking back to the kitchen to make breakfast. I’ve never considered my own security until now, and it’s only Alyson I care about.
I’m eighty stories up on a private floor in a hotel I own but I’ll only ever feel Alyson’s safe when she’s with me.
I plan to leave her alone just long enough to get breakfast ready, plus everybody needs a little privacy first thing, I’m guessing.
Running my hands down my abs I question the sanity of two cheat days in a row, but figure Alyson might not feel up to one of my gruesome green concoctions just yet.
Bacon, eggs and whole wheat toast. A favorite of mine and I tell myself I haven’t had it in ages anyway, so it’s a good choice.
I want to keep Alyson full of energy too, we’ll both need our strength with the days and nights ahead that I’m already planning in my mind, making the front of my robe tent, catching on the fridge door as I try to close it.
It makes me growl hungrily at the thought of her.
Cocking my head, I can hear distant but light splashing, and her sweet voice humming a satisfied tune, which warms my heart more than anything else could.
Except for her touch which reminds me to hustle with the breakfast, something I decide on impulse, can be served in the bath.
Why the fuck not?
There’s plenty of room in the bath and the large workstation that I sometimes use, the polished oak board that fits across the bath is a perfect breakfast table.
Alyson’s eyes are wide with delight, but they’re on me mostly.
“Oh, you didn’t!” she exclaims, clapping her hands softly in front of her as she shimmies up the tub.
“You’re getting in here too, I hope?” she asks and I let my robe fall open, showing her my answer as I grin with excitement.
Climbing in the tub behind her, feeling her warm, naked body against me as I slide down. My thick hardness already twitching, wanting to be inside her all over again. It’s hard to focus on breakfast.
Her moans and smacks of delight are a combination of good, simple food and us being so wonderfully close in the perfect temperature bath water.
“Oh…” she starts, licking her fingertips, which I stop her from doing, putting them to my mouth instead. “That fragrance you wear, whatever’s in the bath? Please tell me nobody else has it.”
I chuckle to myself, sucking her index finger long and hard before nibbling her neck.
“It’s a custom fragrance, our perfumer in France creates all our scents, but he’s also under contract to make things just for me… and for you,” I remind her, kissing her ear and feeling my heart soar as she sighs, leaning back into me.
“I thought we’d go shopping today, not too far though. The hotel has a mall. A little plaza of shops,” I muse aloud, tracing my hands over her back and slowly working them around to her front, groaning as I feel her ample chest stiffen in both my hands again.
Where it belongs.
“I’d go anywhere you were Eric. Do I need clothes right now though?” she asks, and I can feel her body start to shiver as I grin wider, feeling my hardness mor
e than ready to enter her again.
It’s more like lunchtime by the time we make our way down to the plaza. A morning of satisfying my woman has left us both dreamily spent again, and after a quick freshen up in the shower, plus an annoying but urgent message from the office, I figure we’ll have to venture out.
“But only for a little bit,” I warn her, wanting her right back where she belongs as soon as possible. I’m nowhere near to getting my fill of Alyson Bennet, not by a long shot and I want her all to myself, now more than ever.
I’ve never been shopping for women’s clothes, and the plaza store owners are more than happy to see me in their stores, grateful for photo ops and pumping my hand as I let them know my new business associate needs some new outfits.
A personal visit from Eric Chambers is always good publicity, and I’m mindful not to stay out in the open for too long either for that same reason, or to reveal just yet who Alyson Bennet really is.
That will be common knowledge soon enough.
The more public appearances I used to make, the more crowds, which meant media and security.
I enjoy using the media to my advantage, but not being at its mercy when I step outside.
The store owners are wise to this though, and keep it discreet, one even closing the store while Alyson looks around, choosing what she wants.
I only advise her on her choices when she starts to fish for price tags.
“They don’t have prices on them, sweetheart, like the restaurant. It’s just how it is,” I remind her quietly, giving her a gentle squeeze from behind, letting her know not to worry about that crazy thing called money.
We have plenty.
Time flies and I have to sit down, the view of my girl in a variety of outfits, even some lingerie she flashes from the changing room doors, makes me so hard I have to avoid scandal by being seen in a dress shop with a raging hard on, precome saturating the front of my pants.
I use my jacket to cover myself, keeping it folded over my lap, counting the seconds until I can have her again.
“Which is madam to choose today?” the store owner gushes, a selection of maybe a dozen outfits and lingerie with matching shoes and jewelry.
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