Good didn't even begin to describe the feelings that went rushing through her. The feeling of him filling her was sending wave upon wave of pleasure through her body and quickly escalading her desire to the point of climax.
"Oh... God... So... Do... You," she managed to reply, each word spoken between thrusts and gritted teeth.
The water of the pool around them began to splash and spill over the side as he thrust in and out of her, the head of his dick stroking her g-spot with each inward thrust. Closing her eyes and arching her back, she began to move with him, her body working in perfect sync with his. Her breasts jiggled each time she bucked against him, and her whole body glistened as beads of water splashed and traveled down and around her body.
"I want you coming with me," Gabriel's voice rasped in her ear sending yet another shiver down her spine.
"Oh yes! I want to. I need to." She was getting close, so close. The heat of his breath and the flick of his tongue against the side of her neck was nearly her undoing. His cock throbbed inside of her, readying itself for release.
"I'm coming baby!"
Yes, oh yes yes yes! She leaned forward once more and clung to him as he thrust hard up into her one final time and a gush of his cum shot into her. The feel of his seed slamming against her inner walls took her over the edge with him, she screamed out as her body erupted. Her pussy tightening around his exploding dick and she joined him in the sweet release, her pussy milking his shaft for every last drop of him.
"Oh Gabriel," she whispered, kissing her way along his jaw to his mouth. She pressed her forehead to his. "That was amazing."
"Mmmm. It was." He reached over and brushed a strand of wet hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear, as he smiled at her, satisfaction and relief evident in his eyes and handsome features.
A bout of giggles hit her, just as he began to pull his depleted dick from her. She removed her legs from his waist and he slowly set her back down onto her feet. Her knees were weak, so she was grateful for the support of the pool wall at her back.
"I'm not too sure giggling is the reaction I was hoping for after what we just did," he chided.
She placed a kiss on his broad chest and glanced up at him. "I was thinking that it is pretty cliché that you're technically diddling the maid."
"Diddling the maid," he echoed in disbelief, his expression stern, but it was evident that he was holding back a smile. Bending down he slipped an arm under her thighs and pulled her into his arms, then started to wade his way to the pool stairs, not paying any mind to their discarded bathing suits. "I hope you have lots of energy left baby, cause I'm not even close to finished, diddling the maid tonight."
Beth's heart began to race with excitement as she considered what he may have in store for her when they got to wherever it was he was taking her.
Chapter 7
"Diddling the maid," Gabriel murmured to himself with an amused smile on his lips as he watched Beth sleep - snoring softly - beside him, her golden hair fanned out around her head. Not being able to hold himself back, he reached over and traced her delicate jaw with his index finger. She moaned softly and snuggled up to him. Kissing her temple, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.
She'd wanted to sleep in her room, stating that she didn't want to confuse the relationship. As far as he was concerned they were long past confusing things and he wasn't entirely upset about it. Why couldn't they keep things professional? He'd admit that perhaps he'd gone about things the wrong way and this could be a potential time bomb waiting to happen, especially when she fully discovered what he was really into; sexually.
He glanced over at the drawer she'd opened earlier that evening. That was only a small glimpse into his life and his collection. She'd seemed interested in what was inside and not put off, so perhaps there was some hope that she'd be able to share his lifestyle. He'd take it slow and easy with her if need be, though he supposed since tomorrow was Saturday and he didn't work on the weekends, unless it was absolutely necessary, they could discuss his sexual lifestyle then.
He had a good feeling about her. He'd been in relationships before, but none had him captivated like the little vixen next to him, with her girl-next-door innocence and beauty. He'd felt it from the first day he'd laid eyes on her, when she had served him that very first cup of coffee. He was a man who was very comfortable with taking chances and he saw Beth as a fairly low risk gamble.
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Not yet fully awake, Beth felt the area of the bed next to her to discover Gabriel missing. Her eyes fluttered open to find herself alone in his massive bedroom. Glancing up at the brass clock mounted on the opposite wall she began to panic. Oh-my-God, it's almost noon!
Flinging the blankets off of her naked body she leapt from the bed. She swore to herself that she wasn't going to let whatever it was that was going on between her and Gabriel affect her work for him. The last thing she wanted to do is take advantage of the situation or worse yet start feeling like she was being paid for sex rather than what she was hired to do. But here she was the day after fucking her boss, not up to fulfill her duties and prepare breakfast for him.
Rushing down the hall to her own bedroom she hopped into the shower and took the quickest shower of her life. After the shower she grabbed a pair of "Scooby-Doo" boxer shorts and chocolate brown form fitting t-shirt and rushed down the flight of stairs to the kitchen.
As she approached the kitchen a delicious aroma assaulted her nostrils and her stomach began to grumble. Oh God, that smells amazing! She froze in her place as she entered the kitchen and watched Gabriel as he masterfully prepared lunch, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips. For at least the thousandth time since she'd met him she was taken away by how gorgeous he was.
His back was to her as he focused on the task at hand giving her a moment to watch him. Sensing her behind him he waved to the small two person table. "It's almost ready. I've a place set out for you already."
"You realize that is my job," she reminded him as she made her way across the kitchen to sit at the table, there was a seafood salad and warm biscuits already waiting for her there. "So what are you making," she asked straining her neck to see what he was doing. Her stomach grumbled as the delicious scents continued to drift over to her.
"Well as for it being your job. True. But I saw what you did with the bacon and toast yesterday so unless I want to eat scallops and risotto all weekend I think I'll handle the cooking."