“Where to?” Her eyes closed as he cupped one of her br**sts. He set her blood on fire with need. She wore a blouse, and he unbuttoned the top buttons. A moan escaped her as he teased her ni**les once he pulled her bra out of the way.
“I could touch you all night long and never let you go. You’re so soft.” He kissed her neck then moved down to her shoulder. Her blouse went to the floor followed by her bra. She stood at the stove in nothing but the jeans she wore to college.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked.
“Making you mine.” His free hand stroked her stomach, light strokes that left her panting for more. The small graze of his fingers on her skin was like a feather. She could feel his touch and wanted more. Why did Stephen always leave her wanting more? She felt on the verge of a great precipice with nothing to hold onto except the man in front of her. He tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder. Stephen leaned ‘round and claimed her lips.
She cupped his head, conscious of her na**d br**sts. “I need to make dinner,” she said as she let go of his lips.
“I’ll bring some Chinese food home.” Stephen turned the dials on the stove until the sound of lighted gas could be heard no more. “I need you now.”
Ursula didn’t protest. There was no way she could. Her body was on fire, and the only way to extinguish the flame was by Stephen.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked, not expecting an answer.
He turned her to face him. She stared into his eyes, which looked almost black with his arousal. Ursula tore at his shirt. He pulled it off over his head. She raked her nails along his chest feeling the hard press of his muscles flex under her touch. He wrapped his arms around, reeling her in. She gasped as her na**d br**sts grazed his chest.
“You feel so good.” Stephen lifted her up onto the counter, his fingers sinking into the length of her hair to control her actions. He kissed her. She moaned as he plunged his tongue through her lips. The action reminded her so much of his hard c**k slamming inside her pu**y.
“More,” she said.
They worked the button of her jeans, pulled the denim fabric down to her knees. He moved her off the counter turning her around so her belly was pressed on top of the counter she had just sat on.
She heard the sound of his zipper going down. In the next instant his c**k pressed against her pu**y, thrusting up inside her to the hilt. Their groans echoed off the wall. He was so big pressing all of his c**k deep into her heat. She wished she could see him. Her ass was sticking up in the air with his length in her pu**y.
He cupped her hips, running his hands up either side of her to her shoulders. She felt his fingers grip her shoulders as he pulled out then slammed back inside her. Ursula held onto the counter while her senses went into overload as he pounded her against the counter. She screamed as he released her shoulder and began to finger her clit. Pushing back against him, she tried to hold onto something.
“That’s it. Give me your pleasure. Ride my f**king dick,” he shouted. She cried out as he slapped her ass, the action so sudden that she paused in her response. The sting shocked her still. His fingers slid along her wet cl*t making her shove back against him. She needed to come. He held her hip as he pressed all of his hard length inside her. “I’m watching my c**k sink into your pu**y. You’re wet, and your cum is all over my cock. I want to hear you scream, baby.”
She didn’t say a word. The pleasure was too intense for her to think a coherent thought. He knew how to drive her orgasm higher, making her last.
“Let me hear you scream,” he said.
He pumped inside her until she screamed to the roof tops as her release slammed into her. He rode out her cl**ax. She felt the pulse and heat of his seed when he growled his release into her. They collapsed on the counter, his hands on her h*ps in a bruising grip.
He kissed her neck down to her back, along her shoulders. “You’re amazing.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I feel like we barely know each other.” She knew her doubts were her own problems. Not every couple out there began a relationship after years of dating.
“You’ve been working for me for a couple of months, and you know more about me than most.”
“I work for you.”
“Not any more. Don’t over-complicate our situation.” He pulled away from her. She couldn’t help but blush when he grabbed a towel to press between her legs.
“I don’t mean to over-complicate matters.”He turned her around and kissed her.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
She nodded her head without hesitating.
“I want you every second of every minute of every day. I don’t need time for me to know that I want you. I know who you are. You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman. I love being in your company. I want you, Ursula. Not just the sex. The sex is great, but I want you. All of you.” He tipped her head back. She had no choice but to gaze at him.
Ursula knew she was falling for him. Stephen made her think about so many things all at once. Licking her lips, she glanced down at his lips before returning to stare into his hypnotic eyes. As silly as it sounded, she knew she was falling in love with him.
“I’ll be back later with food. Rest, and I’ll see you soon.” He kissed her a last time, long and lingering. She heard the door then the car as he drove off.
Dressing quickly, she cleared away the small amount of food she’d prepared then went upstairs to begin unpacking her clothes. She opened the door to his closet, which looked like a spare bedroom that housed all of his clothes. Staring at his suits, she ran a hand over each item of clothing. He had spectacular taste in clothes. She loved seeing him in dashing suits.
Ursula hung each item of clothing on the spare hangers. Her clothing looked cheap compared to his. She shook her head on the way out, thinking about their relationship and all the reasons it wouldn’t work.
He’s older than I, but that makes him experienced. You love his company even though he can be grumpy.
She fought with her inner self trying to find the reasons they couldn’t work. Instead, she always found excuses. She ran herself a bath, undressing in front of the mirror to gaze at her body.
How could a wealthy, sexy businessman like Stephen Knox want her?
Her br**sts were too large with big ni**les. She’d seen enough na**d women in Paul’s p**n flicks to know men liked big tits with small ni**les. Her waist rounded in then curved out for her big h*ps and chunky thighs. She would never possess the body of a size twelve, let alone someone much smaller. Most of the time when she went shopping she tried not to see the size of her clothing. She had come to accept she was the bigger, fuller woman. Being with Stephen made her nervous. What if he tried to change her? Would he request she go on a diet?