by Penny Ward
Now, he’s another person, the same way that I’m another person.
I give him a shy nod – I do like it.
A lot.
His smile is filled with lust and he dips his head between my legs.
Damn!
I knew that I was going to have sex with him, but I didn’t know that he was going to do that. The last time Jason did that to me, I almost fell asleep.
This, however, is excellent.
His tongue lightly grazes my clitoral hood before he flattens his tongue and licks me like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream.
He sucks my aching clit into his mouth, causing me to writhe against his face, and flex my walls around his finger.
Oh…
He presses another digit inside of me and I see fireworks. My entire body implodes, but he doesn’t stop.
His fingers press against my g-spot as his mouth makes love to me.
A loud moan escapes my lips and I don’t care if anyone can hear me.
This man is doing the most amazing things with his mouth and the world should know.
My toys were the only way that I’d been stimulated for a long time.
I convinced myself that it was better than oral sex, partially because, for me, it had been. I was lying because none of my toys feel as incredible as Christopher’s mouth.
It’s soft, warm, and firm.
I don’t know what he’s going to do next, he’s keeping me on the edge with my next orgasm is threatening to erupt.
“Christopher,” I whisper as I place my hand on the back of his head.
He speeds up his momentum and sucks hard, demanding my orgasm. His other hand travels up my body and pinches my nipple.
I lose myself…
“Oooooh, I’m coming. Faster...more...please...yes...there,” I plead as I press my pussy against his talented mouth.
My floodgates open, and it’s a continual stream.
I’m not sure if I’m experiencing multiple orgasms or one long one. My body is out of control, seizing, and then releasing my pent-up frustration.
As I come down from my orgasm induced high, he moves back up to me.
I grab his face between my hands and kiss him.
I can taste my sex on his lips and I don’t care.
He’s an excellent man, I would vote for him if he ran for president.
Anybody that can do that with their mouth deserves the very best that life has to offer.
He stands up from the bed and undresses himself, which is a good idea because I won’t be much help.
My entire body is lost.
He is a work of art and I unabashedly stare at him.
I want to get a full view of him so that it can be ingrained in my head forever.
His chiseled chest and abs are the things that statues are made of, but his cock is the main attraction.
It’s thick, powerful, and bulging.
It’s bobbing up and down in twitching motions and I have to reach out and touch it.
I languidly lift from the bed and take it into my hand. I run my hand up and down the shaft, his quick intake of breath tells me that I’m doing it right.
“I love what you’re doing but this night will end prematurely if you keep doing that.”
“So then I can’t taste it?” I pouted.
“Not if you want to feel it inside of you. Just the thought of you wrapping those sexy lips around it is making me want to blast out.”
“Okay, okay, “ I say, pouting.
I lay back on the bed, he joins me and nudges my knees apart with his.
He crawls between my things and begins to tease me.
Christopher moves his cock head up and down my lips. I press forward trying to take him inside of me.
He laughs at my attempts and I give a frustrated growl.
“So the kitten has claws?” he asks.
“No, the shark has teeth,” I jokingly threaten.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to anger a shark.”
He pushes deep into me in one swift motion.
Wow.
I yelp loudly as my body tries to accommodate him.
“Give me more,” I purr hungrily.
“Your wish…”
He pulls from me all the way to tip and then plunges deep inside of me again.
I’m ready for him this time and it feels so much better.
There isn’t a spot inside of me that he isn’t touching. He’s opening me completely and with each stroke, he brings me closer to another orgasm.
“I want to feel your pussy cream all over me,” he states.
I nod my head in agreement.
“No, tell me you can give it to me,” he demands.
I blush because I’m not accustomed to talking dirty.
Sure, I play around a little bit and I moan but overall I’m a pretty silent partner.
He stops his movements and stares at me.
I move my hips against him, taking more of him inside of me, but he grabs my hips and holds them in place.
“Tell me,” he demands again.
“I can try,” I say meekly.
“No. Don’t try. Do it,” he says as he withdraws and thrusts into me again.
It’s hard for me to stay focused on what he is saying.
He feels so good.
What does he want me to say?
“Say it,” he demands.
He gives me no choice but to reply.
“Yes, I can cum all over your dick.”
“That’s more like it.”
The pace that he’s going in begins to pick up.
His thrusts become harder, my headboard slams against the wall but I can’t give it any thought.
My pussy convulses, contracts, and I give him exactly what he wants.
I pull him close to me as my orgasm overtakes my entire body.
As I calm down he withdraws from me, “Turn over.”
His deep, demanding voice controls me.
I roll on my hands and knees.
He slowly trails kisses down my spine before he kisses both cheeks of my ass.
“You’re so perfect,” he says in a low voice.
His hands grab my hips and he plunges deep inside of me.
“Ooooh yes…,” I moan.
“Faster,” I demand as I push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass can be heard throughout the room.
We’re making our own sexy soundtrack, no music is required.
He groans and grabs a hand-full of my hair, pulling it forcefully as he fucks me like a piston. With one final thrust, he explodes and takes me with him.
I’m blinded by my fourth orgasm.
Oh…
He collapses on me, and I welcome his body weight.
Eventually he rolls over and pulls with me him so that we can cuddle. My leg drapes over his muscled thighs.
“That was unbelievable,” I gasp.
“It most definitely was.” He kisses my forehead.
I hate admitting when Angela is right, but she was right!
Inviting Christopher back to my place has been a great decision. I fall asleep while enjoying the comfort of a stranger’s embrace.
But I awake in the morning - alone.
Chapter 6
I lie in bed alone and wonder if it was all just a dream.
Did I actually sleep with a complete sexy stranger?
Did I just have the best sex of my life?
I’m still naked and my body is telling me that I had sex or I had one hell of a workout. I stretch casually and look at my pile of clothes on the floor.
Yep, it definitely happened.
I smile to myself and remember to give myself a toast for a job well done.
I’m really proud of myself.
I don’t know when Christopher left, but he must have done it quietly.
Actually, he could have been as loud as a stampede of elephants and I still probably wouldn’t
have awoken.
I slept like a baby on cough medicine.
I roll over onto my side and think about my night. Christopher was the perfect man to have an evening with. Wow…
What a dream.
What a night…
Knock, knock.
The loud knocks at my door bring me back to reality.
“Knock knock chica!”
It’s Angela.
“One minute, I have to get dressed.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes,” I sigh.
“But you’re still naked in there? Someone has been a very naughty girl!”
“Oh hush and wait!” I say before I roll out of the bed and put on a t-shirt and shorts. “Come in.”
Angela pokes her head in the door. “Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Get your butt in here.”
She walks in, sits in the chair at my desk, and spins around, “You had a magnificent time last night. You don’t even have to tell me.”
“How do you know?”
“I heard you,” she laughs.
“That’s so damned embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing! I’m glad that you had fun, that’s what it was all about. So, was it everything you wanted?”
“He was more than everything. I’ve never had sex like that in my life. There really are no words to describe how great it was. I’m a little sad that I only got to do it once!”
“You didn’t get his number?”
“I thought that you didn’t get the numbers of one night stands? Isn’t that like breaking the rules or something? The key is to do it once and never do it again.”
Angela wipes away a fake tear and dramatically says, “They grow up so fast. I didn’t even have to teach you that part.”
“I guess I’m a quick learner.”
“Do you think that you would do something like this again?’
I take a moment to decide, “Probably not. It was fun, but it’s not me. I’ve had my fun, now it’s time for me to focus on this new job tomorrow. I think it’s best for me to be single for a little while.”
“But you still plan to date right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You need to sound a little bit surer of yourself. Mr. Sexy Sexy was only the beginning! Now tell me, didn’t it feel good to get one of the hottest men on earth?”
I grin as the butterflies flutter in my stomach, “I couldn’t believe that he wanted me. There were so many beautiful women for him to choose from.”
“You were one of the hottest women there, Rebecca. You need to have more confidence in yourself. What is it going to take for me to show you how cute and amazing you are?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe a billboard in Times Square.”
“Geesh, you’re expensive.”
I smile, “I have expensive taste.”
Chapter 7
I wake up on Monday morning feeling refreshed.
The day is about to be a great one.
My body is still buzzing from the fantastic sex that I had on Saturday night and I’m about to go and finally meet my new boss.
I haven’t actually met him yet, but I’m one of the personal assistants.
I’m one of four, that’s how busy this man is.
I know that he’s older and everyone says that he’s very particular.
Martin Walsh doesn’t play around and I have to make sure that I’m on my A-game. This is a far cry from working the front desk at the hotel.
I’m used to catering to people’s needs, but I’m not accustomed to catering to just one person. However, I know that I can do this. Work is the one place where I feel extremely competent.
And the pay is so much better.
“Good morning sunshine!” Angela says as she invades my room.
She’s already dressed for work. She is a junior accountant at a large bookkeeping firm. Sometimes I’m jealous of her success.
I should have gotten a degree in business like my mother told me to but instead I went for psychology. It’s a degree that has gotten me nowhere.
I tried grad school, but I didn’t do very well.
It’s not that I didn’t know how to do the work, it was that I didn’t want to.
I don’t wish to listen to other people’s problems all day. I don’t know what I want to do with my life yet but working for Martin Walsh is going to help me tremendously. The pay is top notch. I should have tried to be a personal assistant to the rich man a long time ago.
“Good morning.” I smile. “Are you headed out to work?”
“Yep, I have to go in early today. I made you coffee and a bagel.”
“Cinnamon raisin?”
“With strawberry cream cheese. I ate one too, so I’ll be late home tonight. I have to go to the gym after I get off work.”
“Why can’t you just go to the one in the building?”
“I partied and ate what I wanted this weekend. I have to do some major working out.”
I roll my eyes, “That doesn’t sound fun.”
“I like it.”
“The only reason I would pay for membership at a gym would be to look for hot guys.” I giggle.
“That’s the last place you want to look for a man. A lot of them are arrogant meatheads - trust me, I know.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
She walks over to me and gives me a huge hug, “I know you’re going to do amazing today. Knock em’ dead.”
I take a deep breath, “Thanks, but I’m really nervous.”
“You don’t have anything to be nervous about. You’re going to be phenomenal. You are a smart, funny, intelligent woman. You’ll be amazing.”
“Thanks. Love you.”
“Love you right back.”
I watch her as she leaves my room and then I go to my closet. It’s time for me to get dressed.
Two and a half hours later I walk through the doors of my new job, and I’m filled with confidence.
I’ve been listening to self-affirmations all morning and I’m pumped! I’m also pumped full of coffee so nothing can stop me.
I’m greeted at the front desk by Miranda, the manager of the personal assistants.
“Good morning, Rebecca, it’s nice to see you again,” she says with a kind smile.
“Good morning, it’s nice to see you again as well.”
“Are you ready to get started?”
“I am.”
“Great, follow me. There are quite a few things that you need to know before you start. First I am going to take you to my office. You will have to sign some confidentiality agreements.”
“I signed them in HR.”
“I know but there is another.”
“Okay…” I nod.
I follow behind the petite brunette who walks briskly. For someone with short legs and high heels, she sure walks fast.
I have to widen my stride to keep up with her.
She is put together well, not a hair is out of place. Her brown eyes are sharp, and I can tell that nothing gets by her.
“As you know,” she says as we enter the elevator, “Primarily you answer to me. I’m the one that dispenses all of the work. If you have any questions or concerns, come to me. The chain of command is different for personal assistants and we do not fraternize amongst the rest of the staff. We are held to a higher standard. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply.
Geesh, she’s intimidating.
She was all smiles when I met her but now she’s all business.
Her eyes soften, “I apologize, I take this job quite seriously. You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not old enough to be your mother. Miranda will do. You can also call me bitch behind my back when I upset you. I’m used to it.”
I gasp, “I would never.”
“You will - and that’s okay.”
I laugh on the inside because I know that she’s most likely right.
But I say to myself that I will only ca
ll her a bitch outside of office hours and with people that I don’t work with.
I’m not fool and I want to keep my job.
If I need to call her a bitch, I’ll be sure to say it to Angela.
Not on Twitter, like some of the idiots that I’ve been reading about lately.
Like that idiotic girl that got fired before she started her job at a pizza shop. She was lamenting about starting her position and she got fired over Twitter.
It was kind of hilarious to read but I do worry about my generation sometimes.
We arrive at Miranda’s lush office and I take a seat in front of her desk, it feels like the interview all over again. She delves into her files and pulls out some forms.
“Sign these please.”
I read them over and it basically states that any of the information I receive from her regarding the Walsh family is confidential and that they can fry my ass if I peep a word. I pick up the pen and sign my life away. It feels like I should be signing in blood, but that would probably be way too dramatic for the situation.
She looks the paper over and places it in a leather folder, “Okay, you will be meeting the boss soon. All of us have a meeting in a couple of minutes.”
“I’m excited to meet him.”
“That’s what I need to speak with you about.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but her intercom interrupts her, “Mr. Walsh is in the conference room. He wants to start the meeting right now. Everyone else is waiting.”
The girl sounds slightly stressed.
“We’re on our way right now,” Miranda says as she gathers her things.
She looks straight at me.
“Go into my file cabinet on the wall, top dresser. Get a pen and a pad of paper - always be prepared. Follow me.”
“Yes, Ma’am... I mean Miranda.”
She doesn’t stick around long enough to hear my verbal blunder, she was already out of the door.
Nerves fill my stomach as I quickly grab the notebook and pen and follow her down the hall. This place is certainly fast paced.
Miranda leads me to a conference room and I look through the ceiling to floor windows to see two women and two men are already in the room.
One of the men is sitting at the head of the table, but I don’t see Mr. Walsh yet.
I’ve searched for him on the Internet so I know what he looks like. He’s an older man with a strong jawline.
