by Mia Madison
When I nestle down into his lap, his cock still semi hard sticking up between us, all I can think of is that I want to do it again. Soon.
Once we're relaxed back into our bodies again, down from flying around in the heavenly skies, the heat between us is still pulsating for more. We still crave the connection at the deepest level and it sits there with us like we'll never get enough. But Smith tells me I need to eat. He gets up off the sofa, lifting me in his arms and carries me against his chest, like a fireman rescuing me from a burning building.
He deposits me on a stool at the huge black bar in the open plan kitchen and sets about concocting some dinner. First he runs down the hall and soon returns wearing nothing but some low slung sweats, hanging precariously from his narrow hips.
My mouth is literally drooling as he starts opening drawers and pulling out tools and ingredients. And it's not from the thought of food. Every movement makes his incredible ripped body flex with energetic strength. His taut waist splays out into Herculean shoulders and biceps that could carry any weight. My pussy starts to pulsate hungrily just sitting at the counter watching him. I'm sure I could watch him forever and never get bored.
“You can cook? I never saw you cook before.” I say, reminding us both of our previous history, so very different from now.
It seems like a lifetime ago, a completely other existence.
“I can. I never have. Until today.”
Smith gives me a grin, like all the tension's gone out of his life. And he sets to whipping us up some eggs with a twist. He mixes some turkey ham and cheese into the mixture, then some spicy salsa and serves it up with homemade tacos.
“You didn't make the tacos,” I laugh.
“No. Carlos's wife, Marisol, works for me every morning. She's a fantastic cook.”
“You aren't too bad yourself. These eggs are delicious.”
“Everything tastes great when you're starving,” he says, tossing me a filthy grin.
“I don't know whether that's something I'll have to worry about.”
“No, because some things are irresistible and delicious even when you're stuffed full.”
“Like chocolate.”
“Among others.”
He pulls a chocolate mousse dessert out of the refrigerator and hands me a spoon. He takes his own spoon and digs into the untouched layer cake then feeds it into my lips.
“Ohmigod, that's amazing,” I squeak as the soft texture, mixed with crunchy under-layers sends my tastebuds into orgasmic heaven. “How have you left this untouched and not devoured the entire thing?”
“I don't eat chocolate normally,” Smith says, leaning in to take a small nibble at a crumb on my lower lip.
Or maybe there's nothing there at all and he just likes to suck on my mouth.
“You keep decadent chocolate mousse in your fridge for decoration?”
“I had Marisol make it for you. I know you love chocolate.”
“You knew you'd get me up into your house today to eat chocolate?”
“Our house. Our home. I want you here with me always.”
“I don't know what to say,” I murmur.
“Don't say anything. I know it's fast. I know you haven't had time to come to terms with this, whereas I've had nothing but time.”
“You planned this?”
“Since the day I left your mother's house. Everything I want in my life, I put a plan in motion to get. It never fails.”
I must be gaping at Smith kind of stupidly. The thought that he wanted me that badly, that he'd wait until I was old enough to be his woman, is almost too much to take in.
“And now, my Baby, it's time for bed.”
Smith gets up off the stool beside me, where I've been contentedly ogling his body, the curve of his chest with the sculpted swells and ridges. His thick thigh muscle splayed casually on the seat, with his foot resting on my stool, caging me in between his legs as we fed each other.
How can my life change so suddenly from one day to the next. Not even an entire twenty four hours. This morning I was a naive girl living in my father's house and now I'm the lover of the sexiest most gorgeous billionaire on the planet. Who used to be my daddy.
There's too much to absorb and fortunately I don't have to. Because Smith picks me up in what seems to be his favorite hold, carrying me like his princess bride across the expansive space and down a wide hallway. I feel so small and vulnerable in his powerful arms but I love being nestled into his chest and hearing the strong steady beat of his heart.
Smith shoves open a double door with his toe and carries me into a bedroom that should be featured in a magazine.
The glass wall curves around, connecting into the ceiling, so when he sets me down on the platform bed placed before the window, I can look up at the night sky.
“Now you can play with yourself without anyone watching,” he grins.
“Is there no helicopter landing pad on the roof then?” I ask, with a naughty smile.
“There is. But I can sit right on that sofa and watch you touch yourself for me only.”
The thought of parting my legs and stroking my own pussy while Smith gazes at me incites a pulsation in my clit.
He crouches down at my feet to carefully undo the one remaining button on the blouse he destroyed earlier. Then he slides it back over my shoulders and removes each sleeve. My breasts swell up with rising pleasure from the anticipation of being naked before Smith's gaze any moment now.
I bite on my lip to quell some of the excitement building. It's like the first time over again. I can't wait to be naked and spread bare before Smith and surrender to him ravishing my body any way he wants. My nipples engorge with lust as he looks at me. Then he tips his head down to bite each hard point through the stretched out lacy fabric, first one then the other, as he undoes the clasp behind me.
He undresses me so tenderly, like I'm his little doll, while at the same time his gaze is exploding with raging lust to devour me. I feel sweetly cared for and ravaged all at once. And I can't claim not to absolutely fucking love it.
He pulls the straps down my arms and my tits fall free. Which sets off even more rampant lust filling Smith's eyes. He's on his knees between mine and his cock is already standing up straight in his sweats, clearly untrammeled by jocks, just like I remember from watching him work out at home.
All those times I longed to step into the home gym and climb on him, impaling myself on his huge cock. Now it's all mine to do whatever I want with. Smith's right, you just have to focus on getting what you want in life. And all I ever wanted was him.
He pinches one nipple while tugging the other between his lips. Then he pulls me up to stand over him and sucks my nipples while he unzips my skirt and slides it down over my bare ass. Now it's Smith's turn to look up at me seductively as he pulls my lips apart. The rush of air makes my pussy convulse with desire even though I'm still sore from his pounding of me in the elevator. I don't care. I still want him inside me. And I tell him so.
“Not before I have another taste of you. You're my irresistible dessert.”
Still holding my pussy lips pulled apart he sucks my clit into his lips and bites down gently, then his tongue comes out and finds my hole.
Chapter SEVENTEEN
Smith
I haven't spent the entire night in the same bed with a woman in years. I can't remember a time I ever did, that's how long it's been. With Carly it seems completely natural. Like we're separated lovers that have found each other again. I've never believed in star-crossed or any of that shit, but she and I are obviously meant to be together.
Although I can sense that she's still having some doubts. And that's okay. No one falls in love in a day. I've had years for my feelings to expand. She's just got to catch up. I know she will. I insist on nothing less.
After I suck on her clit and tongue her pussy until she daggers her fingers thought my hair, gripping my scalp as she shudders through another series of intense orgasms, shouting my name and be
gging for me, I press her back onto the bed.
“Stay with me,” she whimpers, reaching her arms out for me like she thinks I might leave.
“I'm not going anywhere.”
I pull her up the bed into my arms and she falls asleep, curled up against my chest with the fingers of one hand lying across a curve of muscle, the way she loves.
She shifts during the night and I wake every time, unused to the sensation of another body in my bed. I also want to touch her, look at her in the dim light. She breathes so gently, so relaxed in my arms, I know she's not afraid or uncomfortable. And it's more than off-the-charts sexual hunger between us. She has a sense of security here with me. Just as I always intended.
The next time she moves, she's gone from having her spine lining my chest from tip to tail and is now facing into me. Her naked tits are pressed into my pectoral muscle and her little fingers are tracing each line of my ab muscle. I hug her gently but firmly into me, relishing how her flesh is squashed in my grasp.
“Make love to me,” she murmurs.
Something else I've never done.
But with Carly it's nothing but natural pleasure.
First I roll her on top of me and sit her straddling my cock, already a granite pillar ready to fuck her hard. I hold her small hips in my huge hands and admire her curves, her full tits floating buoyant. I reach up to roll an eager point in my finger and thumb.
“Touch yourself,” I order her, returning my hands to her hips to hold her immobile on my cock.
She slides her hands up her belly and squeezes her own tits, shoving them together, then tugging out both points. Her head lolls back and she arches her back, tilting her pussy to rub on my dick. Then she looks down at me with a seductive teasing smile and fingers her clit. I pull her slit open with my thumb pads on her inner thighs and watch her rub circles on her hard little point while her juices pour all over my shaft.
Within minutes, although I want nothing more than to watch her get herself off sitting on top of me, my dick is burning up. I flip her over onto her back and slide all the way into her tight slickness with a groan.
In the morning I wake up as soon as the light enters between the screens I forgot to order closed. I get to watch my angel sleeping in my arms, while I softly stroke her smooth skin and fragrant hair until she writhes herself awake.
I kiss pretty much every pore of her skin before heading into the bathroom to run her a tub filled with bubbles.
“Are we going to work today, Boss?” she giggles as I pick her up out of bed and carry her to the bathroom.
The scent of her almost has me throwing her back on the bed, but I deposit her into the water and she stretches out. I sit on the floor beside the tub and watch her luxuriate in happiness. I know she'll never leave me. There's no way she isn't feeling this too.
“You're going to be late for your first day posing for me.”
She gets a little frown on her face then and the relaxed environment changes.
“I don't think I'm comfortable with the role you've assigned me. And I don't want to see your assistant every day.”
“Carly, nothing happened with me and Rachel. I swear. Don't you believe me?”
“I want to believe you. But I know what I saw with my own eyes.”
“Okay, stop pouting and just wait until we get to my office.”
“But -”
“Shhh, no buts. I don't do buts.”
“I want you to do buts,” she says with a filthy little smile.
I shake my head at what a provocative little tease she can be, but I fucking love it. I pull her up to sitting so I can soap her beautiful tits. When I wash between her legs, she grabs hold of my hand to tug me into her.
“You're insatiable,” I tell her.
“Hmmm.” she moans and clambers over the side of the bath on top of my lap.
She finds my erection and positions it in her entrance before sliding all the way down with a satisfied sigh.
Carlos is waiting patiently at the curb when I finally get Carly dressed and fed and out of the apartment. She tried to climb on me in the elevator, rubbing her hand on my dick through the pants I'd finally managed to get into.
Us living together is going to take a huge toll on my business hours, if we're going to be this constantly gluttonous for each other. It's a short ride to my office building and when I help her out, that frown returns to her face.
“Trust me, Baby,” I tell her.
It's going to be a relief when she finally understands everything. I could have explained but it's too much to comprehend and it's easier to take it in visually.
“I'm sorry I've been secretive but I promise I'm not making you into a Penthouse Pet.”
“What's that?” she asks, too young to recall.
“Nothing. Something from the good old days of freedom.”
“Oh.”
She goes back to frowning and worrying her head over nothing. The elevator glides open and we step in.
“Good morning sir, good morning, Miss Tinder.”
“Good morning, Epiphany,” I reply.
Carly throws me a pout. Me talking to machines seems to bother her. Perhaps because it reminds her of how I left Rachel locked in the building all night.
“Epiphany, we'll stop at thirty seven and pick up the assistants.”
“Of course, Sir. Although we only have space for two without rendering discomfort to you and Miss Tinder.”
“Very well.”
Carly's hand is stiff in mine, so I know she's not happy.
Especially when the elevator door pulls back at thirty seven and a waiting Rachel steps in.
“Good morning, Sir,” she says with a flirtatious smile filled with promise.
Carly's entire body goes rigid and I squeeze her hand to let her know it's okay. She has nothing to worry about.
“Where are the others?”
“They were brought to the lab by Dr Jones an hour ago. He thought you'd taken the day.”
Rachel exudes so much sensuality toward me, I can feel Carly getting ready to strike. I squeeze her hand again and get nothing back. Her mouth is set in a hard line.
The elevator again opens and I allow the two women to step out on the exec floor. My hand lies on Carly's back, offering her my full support.
As we walk toward my office, Rachel moves ahead, leading the way like a good assistant host, but her slinky hip waggle for my benefit elicits yet another glare from Carly. She's going to have to learn to trust me before we leave this office again.
Chapter Eighteen
Carly
This woman is completely out of order. The way she makes eyes at Smith, my Smith, I want to claw them out and I'm not usually like that.
Truly.
For the first time in my life I want to protect my property. My man.
Smith seats himself behind his desk and Rachel leans over, giving him a view right down her tight blouse of her impressive cleavage.
“Okay, that's it,” I almost snarl. “I quit and I'll leave you two to whatever you have going on, but I just want to add that it's hardly proper office etiquette.”
Look at me, spouting off at the boss about correct corporate behavior after he took me over his knee and spanked me yesterday, right there behind his huge desk. I don't care. I will not stick around to have all his indiscretions rubbed in my face. I expect to be treated with some level of respect.
“Come back here,” Smith bellows so that I halt in my tracks, halfway through the door.
“No,” I wail, like a little girl about to unload a tantrum.
“I mean it, Carly. If I have to tie you to this chair, you will do what I tell you.”
“You aren't the boss of me. Not now, I quit.”
Smith gives me a look that says, aren't we above this? And he's right. I recall my promise to myself to move toward open trust.
“I can't do this.”
I round on him and there are stupid tears pricking at my eyes, same as yesterday when
I caught them flirting. It's childish I know but I can't help it. Because I realize I'm falling for Smith or perhaps I fell years ago and it's just coming to the forefront of my emotions.
“I'm not watching you fool around with another woman,” I snuffle.
“Baby girl, you have got to learn to trust me and hear what I tell you. I will not stand for threats to leave me.”
“You left me,” I wail.
“And I never will again, now that I have you.”
“And what about her?”
Rachel is standing there, her head tennis-balling back and forth between us but still with her hip cocked at a sexy stance.
“Rachel come in here,” Smith orders. Even though the woman is standing right beside his desk.
“What the -”
I manage to stop myself cursing aloud because after all we are in the workplace and I'm just a minion here. Another woman emerges from an office, the same office she came out of yesterday to offer me coffee. Rachel struts past me up to Smith's desk.
“Is there anything you need, Sir?” she says with that sensual flirty tone, promising spankings and blow jobs under the desk.
The same voice as her counterpart. Or double, or whatever she is.
“Great there are two of them. You have twin assistants doing your bidding.”
Smith rolls his eyes at me with a grin that says he's about to be in his favorite position – on top of the world.
“Oracle, tell Jones to come up here now. We can get started on the adjustments.”
Smith leans back in his chair and watches me go through my emotions while the two Rachels smile, with fixed assistant faces. I try to remain angry at Smith but it's hard.
“Carly, come here.”
I do as he says, crossing until I'm standing beside him. He points to his lap and I sit down. The two assistants are gazing on us but their sultry sweet expressions don't change.
“You know I love you, Baby” Smith suddenly says, making me gasp with surprise.
I didn't know that. Not yet.
He grins and reaches to twirl a tendril of hair around his finger.
“I've always loved you and when I realized it I left the house. I knew I'd wait for you until the time came when I could claim you and make you mine.”