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  The rest of the work day was uneventful, and Rick was out in meetings. But at 5:30 I got a text message from an unknown number. Jess. New phone. The last one had an accident. Go home, get ready. Pick you up at 7:30. R

  I had a smile on my face for the ride home, even though I’d taken the bus and I usually hated it. I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, excited in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. I spent some time babbling on the phone to James, mostly thanking him profusely, and being prodded for details. Then I showered, made myself a coffee, and took my time getting ready, trying to steady my burgeoning nerves.

  ***

  I wore a red dress, and this time I had taken James’ advice and chosen one that would hug my curves. I’d remembered every word Rick had said to me about finding me attractive, and I wanted to please him. So, I decided to flaunt what I had. Under the dress I wore my favourite black bra and panties, with a garter belt holding up seamed stockings. My hair I let flow free, curling into soft waves.

  After a quiet ride, the driver showed me up to Rick’s apartment and I rang the doorbell. In forty seconds(I counted), Rick opened the door. He was wearing jeans again, with a tight white t-shirt. My eyes wandered, taking in the way the shirt clung slightly to his body, showing off his well-defined chest.

  Wordlessly he swung the door open to admit me.

  The apartment was on the top floor, and huge. Obviously, Rick was a fan of a city view. It was beautiful. I walked through his living room, over to the window, to take a look.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, turning to face Rick.

  He grinned, joining me, and we stood looking out for a minute.

  “Do you want me to cook dinner?” I asked, smiling sideways at him. “Because that could get complicated.”

  Rick laughed quietly. “Not this time. I thought I’d make something, actually. I have it all planned out. You can help, though, since you’re so enthusiastic.” He went to the kitchen, pulled wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. “We’re having pasta for dinner,” he said, “because that’s what I know how to cook.”

  I giggled. “Fair enough.”

  We stood in the kitchen and drank and talked; then he gave me a tour. I especially liked his bathroom and its corner hot-tub. There was a home-theatre room with a huge screen and big reclining chairs. I’d never seen anything like it.

  “Have I mentioned,” he asked suddenly, “that you look amazing?”

  We stood in the doorway of a room with a billiards table and a bar. I looked up at him, standing close beside me. “No,” I said with a smile.

  “Well, you do. Lovely and soft, with curves in all the right places.” He raised a hand, and I breathed in sharply in surprise as he brushed a lock of hair from in front of my face. As he let it fall, I reached out and grabbed his hand. I pulled him closer.

  Taking the hint, Rick took me gently by the arms and leaned toward me. I pressed myself up against him and stood on tiptoe to meet his lips with my own. This time I couldn’t restrain myself, and it seemed neither could he. He kissed me hard, encircling me in his arms and cradling the back of my head. His tongue was urgent, seeking mine and caressing it hungrily.

  My arms wound their way around his neck and I melted into him, my body hot and pliant under his touch. My tongue danced with his, and as we came up for air, I sucked gently on his lower lip.

  We remained close together, our breath mingling and our bodies pressed together. I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my hip. “I’ve been wanting to do that since Friday,” I admitted quietly.

  He smiled. “Me too.” And he kissed me again, pushing me slowly but firmly up against the doorway as we both moaned quietly into each other’s mouths. He bent and kissed my ear, my neck and my collarbone, and I ran my fingers through his hair as I enjoyed the feeling. My body was buzzing, shocks of pleasure and arousal flitting through me, and I could feel the hot wetness between my legs.

  Rick broke away once more, reluctantly. “This isn’t the most comfortable place,” he admitted, and I giggled.

  “You didn’t show me your bedroom,” I ventured boldly. My chest still heaved as I caught my breath, my breasts pushing softly against his chest. Subtlety was out of my reach by this point.

  “Oh yeah? That’s what you want to see?” He smiled impishly.

  “Mmhmm.” I grinned back.

  Leading me by the hand, he showed me the way to his room. It was large, with a huge four poster bed and thick, soft rug. The window was open and the curtains blew in the breeze. I could see city lights outside and hear the rain that had started. I walked over to the bed and touched the linen, ran my hand over the posts. Rick watched me, his intense and hungry gaze fixed on my body. I enjoyed the way he looked at me.

  He leaned back against the wall. “Undress for me,” he said simply.

  His direct command surprised and excited me, and I smiled wickedly. “If you say so, boss.”

  Staying where I was, I slowly I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, tugging the zipper down with some difficulty. I could feel my heart beating hard inside my chest, my entire body flushed with pleasure and anticipation. I was also nervous - hoping that seeing me unclothed wouldn’t be a disappointment to him, that my body would please him. I’d never undressed for a man like this before. Usually it was hurried, in the dark, or both.

  With deliberation I peeled the dress from my shoulders and wiggled my body as I moved it down over my waist and hips. I looked into Rick’s eyes, and saw only approval - confirmed by the bulge in his jeans. I stood in my lingerie, letting him look at me, shifting a little under his gaze. He was quiet for a long moment, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Did he want me to do something?

  “And the rest.” He finally said, his voice hard with desire. He smiled at me, moving closer as I bent down and unhooked the stockings from my garter belt. I could sense his body heat as he stood over me, watching as I stepped out of my shoes and rolled the stockings off.

  As I straightened, he gently reached around me and tried the clasp of my bra. I took the opportunity to run my hands over his chest, his stomach. I could feel the firmness of his body through the thin material of his shirt, and smell the scent of his aftershave.

  I felt the weight of my breasts settle as the clasp was undone, and he slowly slid the straps from my shoulder and let the bra fall to the floor. I stood, chest heaving, hands resting on his chest, standing very still as his warm hands ran down my back, over my ass.

  “Mmm.” He murmured, smiling appreciatively. He squeezed my butt, then worked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, and slid them with care down over my hips. They too fell to the floor. Rick pulled me by the hands out of the puddle of my own clothes, pulled me against him. I was conscious of being completely naked, while he was fully clothed. His jeans were rough against the skin of my hips and stomach.

  I didn’t think I could stand this anticipation. I wanted to pull his clothes off, run my hands all over his body, lick his skin. My flesh quivered under his hands.

  “You are beautiful,” he whispered close to my ear, his hands coming up to my breasts, thumbs stroking lightly over my nipples.

  Sighing in pleasure, I pushed my hands up under his shirt. As I tried to pull it over his head, he assisted me, with a small sound of amusement. His torso was mostly hairless, save for the sparse light brown trail on his stomach. I angled my head, and kissed the hollow of his neck.

  I felt the vibration of his low moan, and his arms encircled me firmly. He moved me backwards and I felt the edge of the bed against my legs. I sank back onto it, pulling him after me, and he settled over me. His mouth was on my skin, sucking my neck, trailing down to my breasts to take a nipple in his mouth. He teased my breasts alternately - flicking his tongue, sucking hard on my nipples, driving me into a frenzy of arousal.

  He took his time. After what might have been an hour, Rick moved, pulling away from me to stand up and peel his jeans off as I watched from the bed. He wasted
no time removing his black boxers, freeing his impressive erection. Then he moved back over me. I could feel his cock, large and hard against my thigh, and ran my hands eagerly over his back and smooth ass as he sought my mouth for another kiss.

  Still, he seemed in no hurry, and kissed me long and hard. Somewhere amongst the teasing and dancing of our tongues, I stopped to catch my breath. “Rick, please, I want you,” I breathed, squirming my body under his, revelling in the exquisite torture and yet craving release.

  He made no sound, but pulled away, and kissed a trail lightly down over my chest and belly. I realized what he intended. My breath came faster and I pulled my legs up as he reached my sex, his tongue immediately delving into me, tasting and teasing.

  With fingers and tongue he quickly brought me to the edge, but as I began to moan and gasp with every breath, he pulled his head away. I made a small protesting whimper. With a grin he kissed his way back up my body, kissed my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips.

  “Tell me what you want,” he purred.

  I was beyond modesty or self-consciousness. “I want to feel you inside me.” I moaned, clutching him.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” He repeated, nuzzling at my neck. I felt his throbbing member push up against my entrance, moving against me just a little - teasing me. I arched my back, moving my hips, trying to bring him closer.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

  With a low sound he pushed inside me, stretching and filling me. I sighed in pleasure, wrapping my legs around him, my fingernails digging into the skin of his back. He began moving inside me in long, slow strokes. I could feel the muscles of his back tense and strain, as his hips thrust up against me again and again. He breathed hard in my ear, nibbling my earlobe and whispering my name.

  My hips moved of their own volition, grinding against him, trying to take him deeper. Without warning I was overcome, arching my back and tensing every muscle in my body as repeated shocks of pleasure coursed through me. I moaned loudly, repeatedly, as I felt my sex contract around his thrusting cock, squeezing him.

  Rick slowed his movements, pressing close against my body and kissing the skin of my neck as I caught my breath. I realized I was clawing at his back, and relaxed my grip, making a satisfied sound as the warm afterglow suffused me.

  He whispered in my ear: “Feel better?”

  I made a low giggle. “Mmm, yes.” My hands stroked his shoulders, I ran my fingers through his hair.

  “Turn over.” He said, with one last firm thrust inside me. I felt him withdraw, and his hands on my hips directed me. I obeyed, wanting to please him. I got on my hands and knees, and he grasped my hips and pulled me forcefully closer. I gasped in surprise at his rough treatment, but his urgency thrilled me, and I pushed back against him, feeling his hands stroking me, grabbing my flesh.

  “You have a lovely ass,” he told me, his voice heated.

  I smiled, and gyrated it up against him.

  He grunted, and I felt his hard shaft at my entrance again, stroking up and down my slit. I was still sensitive, and it sent little shivers through my body, and a reawakening of my arousal.

  “Mmm… What do you want now, Jess?” Rick murmured. His voice was low and wicked.

  I tried to push up against him, to drive his cock inside me again, but his hands held me at bay, and all I could do was rub against it, teasing myself. “I want to… to please you.” I breathed truthfully.

  “Hmm?” Was all he said.

  I sighed, my body crying out for pleasure. But now I wanted nothing more than to hear and feel him in the throes of ecstasy, for him to take his pleasure from my body.

  “I want you to come inside me,” I gasped fitfully.

  He thrust hard, filling me again in one smooth motion, his hips pushing hard against my ass, his hands exploring, stroking. I could feel the slight jiggling of my flesh as he thrust against me over and over.

  I clutched the sheets under me, trying to maintain balance under his forceful strokes, my mouth hanging open, breathing hard. His cock slid easily in and out of my wetness, reaching my innermost places, causing waves and ripples of delicious pleasure.

  “Oh god, Rick,” I cried out, feeling myself balancing on the precipice.

  He bent over my back, grinding up against my hips, pulling me against him hard as he continued his merciless pumping. “Come for me now, Jess.” He growled.

  I’d never been commanded like that, and the sheer desire and need with which he said it sent me over the edge. My body convulsed, shudders rippling through me, and I gasped his name again and again as an overpowering climax overtook me.

  This time he didn’t slow down. I could hear his ragged breathing, and his strokes became erratic. I squeezed tighter around him, writhing my hips, biting my lip as he thrust hard against me one, twice more.

  His body tensed, and his cock spasm and pulse inside me as he groaned aloud. I felt spurts of his hot seed fill me, and he rocked against me, using my body to steady himself. He nuzzled against the back of my neck for a moment, still twitching inside me, both of us breathing hard. Then I felt him disengage, and I collapsed gratefully on the soft bed.

  Rick lay down beside me. We said nothing for long minutes, both panting, exhausted. Finally, he grabbed my hand, his fingers entwining with mine. I moved closer to him, pillowed my head on his shoulder.

  “You’re kinda commanding in the bedroom, huh?” I whispered, minutes later.

  He laughed quietly. “I hope that isn’t a problem for you.” There was a slight questioning tone, a slight vulnerability.

  I ran my fingers lightly over his chest. Kissed his shoulder. “No. Its just… something I’ve never experienced.”

  He turned his head slightly toward me. “Did you like it?”

  I raised up, supporting myself on one arm, and kissed him lazily. My full breasts pressed against his arm. “Mmhmm.” I had. There had been an intensity I’d never felt, a thrill deep in my core at following his commands.

  “Good. Because I was restraining myself.” He smiled.

  My heart fluttered. “Oh really?”

  In answer he kissed me, stroked my hair.

  “I’m intrigued.” I confided.

  ***

  I’d considered going home but laziness won out. Instead I entwined myself in Rick’s luxurious sheets and slept, his arms wrapped around me.

  When I woke in the morning he wasn’t in the bed. I showered in the ensuite bathroom, then wandered the apartment, and found him in the kitchen, wearing only boxers, and making what I thought were supposed to be pancakes.

  “Good morning, boss.” I said, sneaking up on him and snaking my arms around his chest. “Shouldn’t we both be getting ready for work right about now?”

  He laughed. “Yes, we probably should.” He put the spatula down, turned off the stove, and turned around to take me in his arms. “But you don’t have to worry about that. You can take your time today.” He kissed me gently. “I have a new apartment lined up for you. I’ll take you to see it later.”

  I smiled. I had forgotten about that. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move, but I would take a look. It couldn’t hurt.

  “Thank you for last night.” Rick said quietly. His blue eyes were serious, even if there was a half-smile on his face.

  “Thank you for last night.” I replied.

  “I mean it.” He said. “You’re everything I want in a woman. I think you are just what I need, Jessie.”

  Melting against him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m glad. I enjoy pleasing you. I want to help you. However I can - work, or otherwise.”

  His smile widened, and I could tell he was pleased by my words. Then he grew solemn again. “One thing, Jess…”

  I raised my eyebrows enquiringly.

  “I don’t like to share.”

  “Few men do.” I grinned. “Besides,” I added truthfully, “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

  He toyed with my
hair, eyes wandering over my face. “I’m glad. I want you to be all mine.”

  Then I sat up on the kitchen bench next to the stove. Rick fed me one of his pancakes, which were awful, and I told him so. He kissed the syrup off my lip, and we were lost in each other for a while longer.

  “Are you mine?” He murmured in my ear, as my legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Yes,” I answered wholeheartedly.

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