"Now you're good and ready," he said, lifting up from her. "But I don't want you to cum yet."
Swiftly, Chris pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. Then he stood up from the couch and pulled off his pants, taking his underwear with his jeans. When he returned to her, Chris held one wrapped condom in his hand.
"Beautiful," he said. Chris's eyes took in the length of her naked body and he bit his bottom lip. He was already hard. Consumed by her desire, she'd missed that.
"Now," she said.
"So demanding," he said, but she knew that fact both pleased him and turned him on. Chris pulled the condom open with his teeth and slid it onto his cock. "I guess if you want it so bad, I'm going to have to give it to you."
He moved himself on top of her and Kathryn closed her eyes in anticipation. She was so wet and he was so hard, and they both were so ready for each other. A moment later he entered her, and she gasped as he filled her. His hardness satisfied her needs, and she cried out in pleasure.
"Miss Ross, you are one tight little piece of ass," Chris said in her ear.
His body was all around her and inside of her, and at that moment there was nothing else she wanted in the entire world. They breathed together and he moved inside of her, rocking her back and forth against the fabric of the couch. On instinct she spread her legs wider so that Chris could plunge deeper and fuck her harder, and he responded with an increasing intensity that would not be tamed.
"Chris," she said as their bodies picked up the pace. "Please don't stop. Don't ever stop."
6
Chris grunted and then his lips found hers so their bodies connected in more ways than one, a connection that intensified as they moved together, pushing each other to new heights. One hand held him to her as the other hand roamed over his back and through his hair. Kathryn wanted to know every part of Chris's body; she'd never wanted that so much. This was more than a one-night hookup. The two of them had a chemistry that went far beyond the office and the illicitness of their affair. It was an almost primal connection.
She was certain he’d felt it, and seconds later, he confirmed it.
"Kathryn," he said. "I've never had anyone as good as you."
He raised up from her so that he could push deeper and harder inside of her. His thrusts came fast and furious against her body, and she did her best to open herself up more. Together they worked toward release, and her groans grew more feverish and needy with each moment that passed.
She had to have him. He had to have her.
"I'm close," she said when the pressure of her orgasm grew almost unbearable. "I'm so close."
"Cum with me," Chris said. His eyes were closed and his body glistened with sweat. "I'm close, too."
She cried out as his trusts reached a fever pitch; they were the hardest and fastest she had ever felt from him. Somewhere in the middle of this night, they had crossed an unspoken line. There had been a major shift between them, something would never be the same after they shared this night together.
"I'm almost there," she said, unable to contain herself or the passion inside of her. "Oh god, I'm so close."
"Me too," Chris said from some guttural place in his chest.
He pushed against her some more and they rocked together back and forth so hard it threatened to move the couch away from its normal place in Kathryn's living room. She hardly noticed, though, because she was so focused on her orgasm. He moved in and out of her, and then in a moment of pure ecstasy, she climaxed, and he did too. After their quick thrusts, Chris collapsed on top of her and they both shuddered and gasped from their mutual orgasm. The wave of pleasure moved through every cell in their bodies and they both shook from the rare force of it.
When their orgasms had subsided, he remained on top of her for a few seconds. Chris's breaths were labored and heavy. Kathryn's were, too. She loved how it felt when his body encircled and entwined with hers. Finally, he pulled himself away.
"Where's your bathroom?" Chris said.
In a haze of pleasure, she motioned toward the hallway. He got her meaning and disappeared for a moment. When he returned, she still was lying on the sofa. He sat down on the ottoman in front of her.
"That was amazing," she murmured.
"It was," Chris toyed with the loose sash of her robe. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You're the best sex I've ever had."
A half smile danced across her face. "I'm sure."
"No. I'm serious, Kathryn. It's not just something I say when I'm done fucking."
"Which means what?" She moved on the couch and his hand grabbed hers.
"I don't want to have sex with anyone but you," he said. "Can I stay the night?"
Now her half smile widened into a grin. In the back of her mind, she had hoped this would happen, even on that first night in Palm Beach. She had known a relationship of 'just sex' wouldn't be enough for her. They simply had too much chemistry, too much fire, to dismiss it. They had always been destined for more than just fucking.
Still, she didn't want to admit that too easily to him.
"So if you do spend the night, what does that mean?" she said.
"Well," he said, "it means I want to try. I want to get to know more about you." He leaned in and his hand touched her cheek. "I want us to have a chance at... more."
"Hmm. More."
"We can do this. People do it all the time. Who cares if I'm your boss?" He kissed her. "Let's just try, okay?"
"Try?" Now it was her turn to kiss him. "I guess there is no harm in that."
He shrugged. "You never know. You might find you like it."
Kathryn was very certain that she would.
NATALIE PRATT likes sex, living on the edge, and naughty behavior. A full time writer under a different name, Natalie has always had a kinkier side. Now, she's glad she gets to share it with readers. She lives in the Midwest, loves fancy parties, and salivates over dark-haired men who hold powerful positions.
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One Night with the Boss
One Night at the Office
One Night at the Party
The Encounter
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