She sat up, her hands soft on my chest, her eyes flirty as they looked down at me. “If you insist.” My dick was already at near full staff as she rubbed her pussy over it. My hands went to her thighs slowly rubbing as I watched her. We had just taken a tour of Europe where we’d seen some of the most beautiful sceneries, sculptured art, and paintings and yet here with her long dark hair cascading around her creamy shoulders her hips rocking her breasts swaying she was the most beautiful piece of art I’d ever seen.
She lifted on her knees and positioned my dick to her pussy. She sank down slowly, and her moans echoed throughout the bedroom. I enjoyed every part of fucking her, but this moment the first moment her body wrapped around mine, was always so delicious, so fulfilling, so perfect.
I levered up wrapping my arms around her back pulling her to me so I could suck one nipple and then the other, loving how her pussy would squeeze and massage me with each tug.
Her hips rocked faster sending wild sensation coursing through my blood forcing me to stop playing with her tits because the pleasure was too intense. I watched her and she looked at me as our bodies moved together. There was something in her eyes that had me thinking this was more than just friends with benefits for her. Or perhaps it was just hopeful thinking on my part because I knew without a doubt it was more than friends with benefits for me. The pleasure built and built until I was unable to stay upright any longer and I fell back in bed, my hands gripping her thighs as I bucked underneath her. Together we moved in sync, in perfect harmony, more so than with other women I’d been with before. It seemed so unfair that the one woman who made me feel, who brought life into my dull days, was the one woman I shouldn’t have. I was risking so much, too much to be with her like this now. My addiction to Kellie could ruin me, and ruin my family. But of all the things I was risking, probably the biggest, was my heart.
I pushed all that worry away as Kellie rode me, her body moving so gracefully, so lovely it made my heart hurt. She tossed her head back and her mouth formed that perfect O as she came down on me hard and tightened as her orgasm overtook her. I gritted my teeth and held off for as long as I could wanting to watch her as she took her pleasure. But finally unable to hold back any longer I let go, and the friction of her body shot me to the heavens, and sweet sensations flooded my bloodstream.
She collapsed on me, her head on my chest and I banded my arms around her holding her there, wishing I could hold her there forever. There was no denying it now. I was in love with this woman. But like so many things in my life recently, I totally fucked this up. I started this relationship as a friends with benefits. When we came back from Europe and resumed our relationship, I continued to insist on friends with benefits. I told her it wasn’t serious. I set up a non-relationship relationship. It may have been the dumbest thing I’d ever done because I knew even in Europe what I was feeling was mo
re than just friendship.
But she had gone into this with the idea that we were just friends with benefits. In fact, it was what she had suggested back in Europe. I wondered what she would’ve done if I told her the truth. Even now if I told her how I was feeling, would she get up and leave reminding me this was supposed to be no strings? Could it be possible she might feel something for me?
Then I remembered she wasn’t wearing the charm bracelet and she said it was because she didn’t want people to know that we had been friendly on our trip. Except even after I told her it was okay for her to wear it, she still didn’t. The only conclusion I could draw from that was that the bracelet didn’t hold a sentimental value.
And then tonight, I did try to tell her that this wasn’t just about sex for me. I found Kellie delightful, alluring, smart, sweet. I cared for her as a person as much as I lusted for her body. But her response to me wasn’t that she liked spending time with me as well. It wasn’t reassuring me as I was trying to assure her that my interest wasn’t just sexual. No, her response was that she liked the fucking. All this meant that I had to abide by the rules we set up when we started this. Friends with benefits. No strings.
As usual we lay together until we caught our breaths and our bodies had a moment to relax and then we did it all over again. And after that we did it again in the shower as we cleaned up.
It was getting late and she had to go. I offered to give her a ride, but she insisted she could take a rideshare home. It didn’t seem right to me, but her insistence led me to think that she needed the time alone. So, I ordered a car and arranged to make the payment for her trip home.
I was considering asking her to stay the night when the car pulled up in front of my place. I walked her out to the car, opening the back door for her. Before she got in, I took her hand and then leaned in to give her a kiss. Once again, a longing to ask her to stay the night, hell to stay forever, filled my chest.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I replied.
“What the hell was that?”
I whipped around to see my brother Carter coming up towards me.
Oh shit! Of all the people to catch me in a lip lock with my assistant, Carter was the last person I wanted to see that.
Kellie’s eyes widened in shock.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said again and urged her into the car, closing the door.
“I can’t believe what I just saw. Are you really fucking your assistant? Jesus Ryan, you know better.”
“Let’s go inside. I don’t want to have this conversation out front.” I turned to walk into my house all the time trying to figure out how I was going to explain this to my brother. Of course, there was no way to make this okay. I knew how much I was risking by being with her. There was no way to explain this in a way that made what I was doing okay. I was her boss and that made my behavior wrong no matter how much I cared for her.
“You want to drink?” I asked Carter as I headed to my liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch pouring two fingers for myself and downing it.
“What I want to know is why you’re kissing your assistant,” Carter said standing in the middle of my living room with his hands on his hips, his expression reminding me of Gran when she was upset with us. “You do know that you are setting us up for a lawsuit by having a relationship with her? I could totally see Noah doing something like this but you Ryan…” Carter shook his head in disappointment. “I always thought you were smarter than that.”
I poured another finger of scotch and decided that the only thing I could do was come clean. “It’s not what you’re thinking.” Well that was a stupid thing to say because it was exactly what he was thinking. I was having an affair with my assistant. But in my heart, it was more than that, so it wasn’t exactly what he was thinking.
“I thought this marriage was a fake. Are you saying you’re really married and if so, why are you pretending not to be now that you’re home?” Carter walked over to me and took my drink, downing it.
I made a face at him as I pulled out another glass and poured myself another drink. “No, we were not really married. Not legally anyway.” I had a moment to regret that. Maybe if I had arranged a real marriage in Italy all my problems now would be solved except of course Kellie probably didn’t want to be married to me.
“So, what the hell Ryan?” Carter set the glass down and then walked over to sit on my couch. Clearly, he was planning to stay a while and get all the details.
I finished my drink, set the glass down and then went to sit on one of the chairs opposite him. I crossed my ankle over my knee and sat back trying to look relaxed even though on the inside I felt totally and completely fucked.
“The truth is that I like her.”