In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
She groaned a few times for effect. If nothing else, she wanted the sound of her voice to further turn him on, she wanted to see Chris struggle for control as she pleased herself. It meant she had the upper hand, something she often found lacking when it came to sex. Most men just wanted to finish themselves off, and they often forgot that she needed pleasure, too.
Of course, that might have been because most of her sexual encounters had involved men she would rather have never met.
"Very good," Chris said after about five minutes of watching her. He licked his lips. "Very nice."
"I'm close," she murmured. She closed her eyes and her head fell back on the fluffy bed and as the emotions took over inside of her. Kathryn liked the edge just as much as she liked the release, and as the build reached a fever-pitch she cried out from genuine excitement. This was just the beginning of the night, and she knew that. She loved that.
Only a few more moments passed before she cried out in ecstasy, shuddering and shaking as the first orgasm of the night pulsed through her like miniature lightning strikes. When she opened her eyes again, Chris hovered above her.
Naked. Hard.
"We're just getting started," he said.
"Good, because I can go all night."
"Oh I'm counting on that," he said, and lowered himself on top of her.
5
Though he knew he already had her primed and ready, Chris choose to extend Kathryn's pleasure a bit more. He started with her neck, trailing kisses across the top of her jawline and down through her neck, covering it lightly as he made sure each kiss counted. She moved underneath him, opening up her legs, and while that tempted him he chose to concentrate on the delicate skin near her collarbone. He allowed his kisses to grow more fervent as he moved from the collarbone to the top of her breasts, and when he reached them she shuddered as pleasure began to build inside her again.
"Yes," she said as he trailed a semi-circle of kisses around the top of her right breast. His other hand massaged her left one. "Don't stop. Please. Please don't stop."
He didn't answer. He just complied. When he finished with the semi-circle he moved to the deep V between her cleavage, which he licked and sucked as his left hand reached up to play with her right breast.
She answered him with a deep, guttural moan.
"This is only the beginning, Miss Ross," he said against the side of her left breast. Then he repeated the semicircle of kisses, but now he focused on her left breast as he massaged her right one.
When Kathryn could take it no longer, she started to beg.
"Please don't stop. Don't," she said between deep gasps. "I want you to suck them."
"Good," he said and lowered his mouth onto her left nipple.
Chris massaged it with his tongue, then nipped and bit it as he felt her respond beneath him. After a few minutes, he turned his attention back to the right breast, which he gave the same treatment as the left. He'd always been a breast man for sure, but he also wanted to keep her wet—and that's why his left hand traveled down her stomach until it found the apex of her thighs.
She bucked her hips and he pushed his index finger back inside of her.
"You like that," he said against her breast. "I can tell. You like that a lot."
"Yes," she said. "I want more."
He swirled his tongue over her nipple again. "What more do you want, Miss Ross?"
"I . . . want . . . you . . ." she said between gasps as his finger began to move in and out of her. "I . . . want . . . you . . . fucking . . . me."
He raised his head and gave her a wry smile. "Fucking you?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Hard," Kathryn said. His finger sped up, and before she knew it, two fingers had plunged inside her vagina. She constricted her muscles around them, unsure if she could hold back. She was dying to orgasm again, dying to, but she tried her best to hold back. Kathryn didn't want to climax again until she had Chris's cock inside of her.
Chris moved his lips from her breast to her ear. "You have one juicy, tight, little pussy. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Mmmm," she said, unable to find words to match her growing pleasure. Every movement of his fingers inside of her pushed her closer to an orgasm. "Please . . . I need . . ."
"You need me," Chris said. "Inside of you. That's what you need."
Kathryn moved her hips against him again, a silent plea for his cock.
"I don't know if you're ready for this," he said.
"Please," she managed. "Please. I want it."
Chris pulled his lips away from her ear and gazed down at her. "Don't worry. I'm going to give it to you."
"Good," she said. "Now."
He pulled away from her and fumbled around on the floor as she lay there, panting. When he returned, he held a condom between the thumb and index finger of his right hand. With a grin at her, he ripped open the package with his teeth. Then, before Kathryn uttered another word, he slipped it over his cock, which was now at full attention.
Chris had a thick, wide dick. Kathryn guessed it had about eight inches in length, long enough to do more than please her. She licked her lips in anticipation as he moved closer to her on the bed.
"Are you ready?" he said between ragged breaths.
"I've never been more," she said, and then closed her eyes and Chris covered her with his body and slid his sheathed cock inside her wet and waiting pussy.
Together, they moved in a rhythm. It started slowly, a small burn of their united bodies against the bed. She sensed him all around her—not just inside her. His breaths became hers as they moved together, each working toward a release. She gripped his chest as he kissed her deeply, unifying them even more. Her thoughts shattered and broke as he moved in and out of her.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
After a few moments he sped up his thrusts, and the muscle of her vagina constricted around him. She pulled her knees up so he could plunge deeper inside of her, moaning as Chris followed her lead. He built his thrusts with a fever-pitch, sensing her pleasure as they pushed energy out of each other and onto the soft sheets of the bed.
"Oh," he said against her ear as he gripped the side of her face. "That's what I wanted. Your tight little pussy. Your tight little pussy and those sweet juices."
"Yes," Kathryn said. "Just like I wanted your huge cock."
"Ever since I saw you. First day on the job." He sped up his movements. "I've wanted to fuck you, and fuck you hard."
"Harder," she murmured. "Harder. Please."
"Yes," he said, and gripped her shoulders as he neared his own orgasm. "I want to cum inside of you."
"I'm close, too," she said. "Give it to me. Give it to me now. Cum inside me and let me know who's really the boss."
It wouldn't be long now, and he knew it. Just a few more moments and he'd release the pressure.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In . . .
"Yes," he cried out as his orgasm took over. A few guttural groans of ecstasy escaped his mouth as the release radiated from him. "Yes."
She shook beneath him not five seconds later at her orgasm, spurred on by his expression of pleasure. She'd always loved how her body could turn on a man and disarm him, and it pleased her that Chris Masterson proved to be no different. As he shook above her, she grinned from the double pleasure—not only for her own release, but his. For once, in all the time she'd known him, he wasn't the boss.
She was.
6
They stayed together until a few minutes later, when their orgasms had subsided and all they had between them was the memory of the shared moment.
When Chris finally lifted his body from hers, though, Kathryn winced. It didn't hurt for him to leave her, but it did bother her that it happened so fast. She wanted more of Chris Masterson, much more, and she also had the stark realization that the new phase of their relationship had begun. Now that they'd bedded each other, their daily lives at the office woul
d be even more charged. This would hang between the two of them, a ribbon that tied them together.
Or so she hoped.
Chris flipped off the light on the wall when he returned to the bed after getting rid of the used condom. "Are you staying?"
"Do you want me to stay?" she said as he pulled back the covers and moved the pillows off the bed. "I can go to my own room."
A beat passed, and then he climbed into the bed. "No. That won't be necessary. You can stay." A pause. "I want to you to stay."
"Good," she said, satisfied. When he climbed on the bed, she moved underneath the luxurious hotel sheets and settled against the pillow on her side. "I'll stay."
"Good."
They lay together in silence for a few more minutes before he broke it. "This is our last night in Palm Beach."
"It is."
"And we're headed back to our normal routine tomorrow."
"We are." She wondered for a moment where he was going with this line of comments as she heard him rustle against her in the bed.
"Should be interesting."
"I guess," she said, still not sure what he meant. "Back to Ohio."
"Back to the office." Another pause. "I guess you're wondering if this . . . what we just did . . . changes anything."
"Maybe," she said, careful to keep her voice in check so that she gave away no emotions.
"I think it does," he said as he pulled up against her. "I think it really does."
"How so?"
"Oh, I don't know, Miss Ross." His hands wrapped around her. One grabbed her breast and the other found her still wet clit. "But I intend to have you, and more than just tonight."
"Good," she said as she settled her body closer to him. "I hope so."
"Here's to the first of many nights," he said, his voice near her ear again. "Many, many, many nights."
She smiled in the darkness. She'd never thought about Chris in a sexual way before this trip, but the way he'd just pleased her had so much promise. She might have all kinds of problems with him when it came to real life, but when it came to sex, she had never wanted anything more.
And somewhere, deep inside her, she knew her life and just gotten interesting.
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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