by Sadie Grey
I kissed her thighs and caressed them, causing her to moan. I wanted to build up the anticipation within her. She was going to come for me, and when she did, I wanted it to be epic.
I trailed kisses up her sensitive flesh, moving slowly closer to her pussy. Her hips were moving and her breathing was ragged in her chest. I could tell she was aching for it now. When I planted that first kiss right on her nether lips, she groaned with pleasure.
My tongue traced up the line of her slit, parting her lips slightly. I tasted her musky scent on the tip my tongue. It sent shivers down my spine.
I found her swollen clit with my tongue and applied pressure to it gently. The reaction was instant. Her back arched on the bed and she cried out. Her hands caressed my head and she tangled her fingers in my hair before pulling my head down between her legs. It seemed she was done with shyness. She needed to be touched.
I swirled my tongue in slow circles around her clit. I teased her lips apart with one thick finger, soaking it in her juices. Then I slid my finger inside her blazing tunnel. She was so hot and tight and wet.
I stroked her inside while my tongue pleasured her outside. She was panting and writhing beneath me. I slipped a second finger inside her, stretching her almost to the limit. She groaned and tensed up, as if she was savoring the feeling.
Then I pumped my fingers into her while I toyed with her clit. Her hips bucked beneath me, driven wild by my touch.
“Oh my god,” she screamed and her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm.
Her pleasure gushed into my face and I lapped it up greedily.
I got up and laid beside her on the bed. When she came down from her orgasm, she straddled my hips and kissed me. Her hard nipples scraped against my chest deliciously. I grabbed her breasts in my hand and kissed her back.
My stiff cock pressed up between her legs, rubbing against her soaked slit. It felt so good. I needed that hot little pussy wrapped around my dick more than I’d ever needed anything before. At that moment, I would have given up my entire fortune just to fuck her.
I spun her over on her back and positioned myself between her spread legs. Her pussy glistened invitingly, making my cock ache with arousal.
“So you’re a virgin?” I asked.
She nodded.
“That’s good,” I said. “I’m glad your first time will be with me. That way I know you’ll enjoy it.”
“I’m glad, too,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
For the first time, I realized that I had wanted this for a long time, too. All the arguing, all the friction. I think it was just our awkward way of masking our affection for each other. There was no hiding our feelings anymore.
I rubbed the head of my cock along her hot lips, letting her moisture coat the head of my shaft. Then I pushed myself into her until I met resistance. Her face contorted with pleasure at the feeling of me penetrating her.
Then I thrust into her. She hissed through gritted teeth and her whole body tensed up. Her velvety pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her soaked tunnel gripped me in its wet heat.
When she relaxed a bit, I began to pump my shaft into her, starting slowly at first, and then building momentum. Her breasts bounced with each stroke of my prick. I leaned down to suck on one ripe nipple as I fucked her.
Her hands gripped my wrists and her nails dug into my flesh. It was so sexy. I sped up the rhythm of my cock, plunging myself all the way into her and filling her up with every thrust.
Her hips gyrated beneath me, meeting each stroke. I groaned at the delicious friction of her pussy around my cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I rolled us over so that I was on my back, never breaking the connection between us. She sat astride my hips with my cock buried inside her. She spread her legs wide on either side of me and sank down on my cock until it was buried in her as deep as it could go.
Her eyes closed and her body trembled. She rested her hands on my stomach and began to work her hips back and forth over my prick. She had great instincts and knew exactly what to do.
I gazed up at her glorious body writhing in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed, her skin was flushed, and her breasts bounced hypnotically. She panted and moaned with every stroke of her pussy over my cock.
I could barely hold back, but I forced myself to wait. I wanted to make sure she came her first time. Then no matter what happened in the future, she’d always remember this day and how good it was.
I could feel her tightening up around me. Her hips moved faster and the sounds of pleasure coming from her got more intense. I prepared myself for her orgasm, letting myself slip closer to the edge, but I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
“I want you to come in me,” she moaned. “I want you to get me pregnant.”
Her words shocked me and got me totally fucking hot at the same time. My brain told me to pull out, but she planted her pussy over me and my cock happily buried itself balls deep within her. My muscles tensed and my cock burst like a fire hydrant inside her.
“Oh god, yes!” she screamed, and her pussy clenched around my cock like a fist.
Her body shook with the force of her orgasm. I shot hot, fertile seed into her as she climaxed.
***
We lay beside each other in bed. My arm held her close and she had her head nestled against my chest.
I stared up at the ceiling. I didn’t know what had come over me at the end there or what had come over her. The heat of the moment had made me crazy, but now that I had time to think, I had to wonder if I might have gotten her pregnant.
I felt like I should be scared, but I wasn’t. Oddly enough, the thought of having a baby with Natalie excited me.
“That was amazing,” she said, still breathing a little heavy.
“It was,” I agreed. “But what happened there at the end? Why did you want me to finish inside you?”
She smiled. “You’re always talking about how you want to start a family. I want to be a part of that.”
“Are you sure?”
She looked up at me and our eyes met. “Marcus, I’ve loved you for a long time. I mean, we’ve known each other for years, even though we weren’t, you know, together. I’m sure I want to be with you. I’m sure that I love you.”
When she said it, I believed her. Natalie had always been brutally honest with me before. I didn’t think she was lying now.
“It’s alright,” she said. “You don’t have to say it back. I just needed you to know.”
I shook my head. “This might sound crazy, but I love you, too. It’s a feeling I didn’t want to admit, but being here with you like this, I know it’s true.”
She leaned up and kissed me. “Do you mean it?” she asked, her face still close to mine.
“I do. It’s funny. I spent so long looking for love out in the world when the woman I needed was right in front of me.”
“It took you long enough. I had to practically force myself on you before you finally noticed.”
I laughed. “Oh, believe me. I noticed you. I just didn’t think you were interested.”
“Well, you know now.” She ran her finger down my chest. “What do you say I make us some dinner and then we pick up where we left off?”
I smiled. “How about I cook you a meal for once?”
She grinned. “I’d like that. But, and don’t take this the wrong way, but do you even know how to cook?”
I shrugged. “Oh, yeah. I can make lots of things. Sandwiches. Toast. Sandwiches on toast.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, surprise me.”
***
But it was her who surprised me. Once we were together and all the boundaries between boss and employee were gone, our love deepened with every passing day. It was like living in a dream that I never wanted to wake up from.
Then a month later, she gave me one more surprise. She told me she was pregnant.
The news made me happier than I had ever been. I was going to hav
e a beautiful family with a beautiful woman.
Life was good.
***
The End
Fertile for the Boss
There’s something sexy about a powerful man. There’s something even sexier about a powerful man you can’t have.
I watched Travis pacing in his office while he sweet talked another jumpy client. This wasn’t the first time I’d watched him from my desk outside his office, and it wouldn’t be the last.
He was tall and lean, but I could see his toned muscles shifting beneath his expensive shirt as he moved. I don’t know how he stayed so fit with his busy schedule, but he managed to maintain a killer body.
Too bad he was my boss. Fine, that wasn’t the only thing keeping us apart, but it was easier on my ego to blame our work relationship than the other explanations. I didn’t want to think about how I was too curvy for him, or the fact that a simple girl like me could never attract the eye of a sophisticated man like Travis.
I’d been working as his personal assistant for just over a year. Travis and I had spent a lot of late nights together pushing through projects and eating cold Chinese food. It gave me a lot of time to fall in love with him, and I did, truly, madly, and deeply.
I knew nothing would ever happen between us. He was my boss. The risk of lawsuits alone was enough to keep him from ever looking my way. Besides, he’d never dated much in the time I’d worked for him, although that had all changed when he got the letter a month ago.
I opened Travis’s mail. It was a part of my job. So I wasn’t totally being a snoop when I started reading a letter from Travis’s attorney. I read something about an inheritance, but just as I was getting to the juicy part, Travis showed up and plucked the letter from my hand.
He’d been different after that. Quieter. More serious. I thought about asking him about the letter, but even though we’d shared so much, I felt a sense of distance between us. Like I’d never be anything more to him than just an assistant, and assistants stayed out of their boss’s personal affairs.
It was right around that time he started dating. He threw himself into it like he did everything, and I saw him with almost thirty different women over the past month.
It wasn’t decent.
I couldn’t deny I felt a surge of jealousy every time I saw some skinny little blond curl her arm through his and titter out a fake laugh. He could do better than that. He was better than that.
I wondered if this was just a phase for him. Maybe it was just something he needed to get out of his system. Like maybe once a year he went on a sex rampage through the city’s single women, seducing them and then leaving in the morning to pursue his next conquest.
A terrible thought occurred to me. Was he sleeping with all these women?
My mind reeled at the thought, but a part of me got a little excited by the idea. Travis was a good-looking man, and I wouldn’t mind seeing him in action. I couldn’t help but imagine him with these women, his firm, masculine body pleasuring them, his thick, hard cock plunging between their thighs until they were moaning and panting and begging for more.
And then I couldn’t help but imagine myself in their place. I imagined it was my body pinned beneath his, that it was my lips he kissed, and that it was my velvety depths that he pleasured over and over again.
I’d been having these late night fantasies for a while now. They left me trembling and breathless as I lay in bed. Just the thought of Travis was enough to get my motor running. I could only imagine what the real deal would be like.
He noticed me watching him while he talked on the phone. He shot me a smile that made me melt in my chair. I smiled back at him, hoping he couldn’t see the yearning in my eyes. I turned away from him just to make sure.
Whatever the source of his new social life, I’d never felt further apart from him, and I’d never wanted him more.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Travis covering the bottom half of his cell so the client couldn’t hear him.
“Ashley, can you book me a table for two at Les Tablettes at seven? Thanks.”
He was back in his office talking business before I had a chance to respond. There was nothing for me to say anyway. This wasn’t the first time I’d had to make plans for the man of my dreams to go on a date with another woman.
I figured I’d be numb to it by now, but it still stung every time he asked me.
Oh well, at least if I could help him find real happiness, a part of me could live with that. He’d never find happiness with me so he might as well find it with someone else. Not everyone had to be alone and miserable forever.
I picked up the phone to call the restaurant, wearing a smile I didn’t feel.
***
The sun was setting as I gathered my belongings before going home for the day. Travis finished up with a phone call and came over to me.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked.
There was the glimmer of a smile behind his deep blue eyes. I found myself gazing into those eyes, just as mesmerized now as the first time I’d seen them.
I caught myself and looked away. “I can stay if you need anything, but I figured it was almost time for the big date. What is this, number thirty-seven?”
He grinned at me. “You don’t approve?”
“Your love life is your own business,” I said, turning to leave. “But maybe if you dated a better class of girl, you’d go on more second dates than first ones.”
“And tell me, Ashley, where do I find this better class of woman?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere other than where you’ve been looking.”
“You might be right about that. Tonight’s date just canceled on me.”
I turned back to him. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll call the restaurant and clear the reservation.”
I reached out to grab the phone and Travis’s hand engulfed mine gently. Heat blossomed in me at his touch.
“Wait,” he said. “Don’t cancel it. Have dinner with me tonight.”
A thrill shuddered through me. Could he really be asking me out on a date? Or was there something else going on?
“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’m just gonna head home and relax.”
“Come on,” he said. “You and I haven’t had dinner together in ages. Let me take you out to a real dinner for a change.”
It was hard to say no to him with his hand touching mine, but that’s exactly the reason I had to say no. I wanted this too much. To him, it would be a casual dinner between coworkers, but for me, I’d be wishing desperately that it was a real date. I’d just end up disappointed and hurt when things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to.
“I shouldn’t,” I said. “We’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m the boss. You can sleep in tomorrow if things run late. You have my permission.”
I struggled to think of another reason to tell him no, but I couldn’t think of anything believable. I had to give in.
“Okay, sure,” I said.
“Excellent,” Travis said. “I’m going home to change. I’ll meet you there.”
***
I’d made a lot of dinner reservations at Les Tablettes before, but tonight was the first time I’d actually set foot in the lavish restaurant. Everything seemed to glow gold under the gentle, romantic lights. Black-coated servers weaved between pristine white table cloths. Happy couples oohed and ahhed at the delicacies placed in front of them.
I felt totally out of place.
A stern man stood behind the host desk. He eyed me up and down in a way I was sure meant he disapproved. I stood up straighter under his gaze, trying to do my best with what I had. I hoped I looked the part. I’d gone home to change after work, and this was the sexiest little black dress I owned.
I approached the man before I lost my nerve.
“I have a reservation at seven. Under Travis Cole.”
The man’s eyes perked up at Travis’s name. Travis came here a lot. It
was his favorite place for wowing clients, and more recently, it was where he took a few lucky women out on the town. Was I one of those lucky women?
I shook the ridiculous thought from my head and turned my attention back to the host. His demeanor had changed. His expression was quite a bit more respectful, and now he was the one who seemed uncomfortable under my gaze.
Going out with Travis certainly came with some perks, even if this wasn’t a proper date. I couldn’t imagine a life like this, where people catered to my every need and a simple phone call could get me into the most exclusive places.
