She gasps.
“Yes, please,” she moans.
We’ve been waiting too long for this. It was only the other day that we had sex in my office, but I had missed Amanda’s touch. Part of me had thought I’d never feel it again. Now that she’s here, I want to feel her and touch her as much as I can.
Amanda’s legs open further and I guide my throbbing cock toward her entrance. I have to take a moment to breathe, though, so close to the edge that even doing this is enough to almost make me burst. Then I press the tip into her and slowly sink down into her body.
She throws her head back, eyes fluttering, and I grit my teeth as I move further into her, choking on the sensation of her body clenching tightly around me. All too soon, I’m buried deep in her and I stop to catch my breath.
But not for long. Amanda wriggles her hips and I gasp at the sparks the movement sends through me.
“Fuck me,” she begs.
I pull out and sink back in. Between us, we set a steady pace. It isn’t as fierce as some of our previous lovemaking sessions; both of us want to feel every bit of this and remember how it felt. Amanda’s hips meet mine on each thrust, and the world narrows to the sweat on my brow and the slapping of skin. Her hands clutch my shoulders for anchor, and I know I’ll have fingernail marks there tomorrow. I hold onto her hips, helping to guide her to meet me each time.
I don’t want it to end. But we know it must. I can feel it building inside me, and her body is beginning to shudder with the force of it all, prepared to burst. I hold off as long as I can, sinking deeper into Amanda.
She orgasms first, her body clenching impossibly tightly around me and pulling my own orgasm from me. It’s short and intense and, when the spots clear from my vision, I collapse down beside her.
I look over at her and smile. She grins back tiredly as we catch our breath, coming down from the high of sex.
Then, almost as one, we move to the head of the bed and start sliding under the covers. It’s been a long day, and we definitely deserve some rest.
Later, we’re still in bed, our naked bodies curled contentedly around each other. Amanda is tracing a lazy pattern my shoulder and her hair is caught under my head. Neither of us want to move, though we both know we’ll have to eventually.
“So, tell me, were you really as confident as you looked in that meeting?” Amanda asks, looking up.
“I looked confident?” I ask, amused.
“Yeah; it seemed like you knew exactly what was going to happen, and you were just waiting for everyone else to catch up,” Amanda says.
I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s nice to hear,” I say. “But, honestly, I was terrified. I really thought I was going to lose. I couldn’t believe it when your dad actually said he would think about the deal.”
“You brought money to the table,” she points out. “Even for him, that’s a game-changer.”
I chuckle. “Well, I thought I’d ruined it all when I started talking about us. I was certain that he was going to walk out and then that would be it.”
“You looked at me, though.” Amanda tilts her head back, searching my face. “You knew I could keep him in the office by refusing to go with him when he told me to. Why didn’t you say anything about it to me before it happened?”
I catch one of her hands and bring it to my lips. I press a soft kiss on her knuckles.
“I didn’t want to coerce you into anything,” I say softly. “I knew how important Tech Square Inc. is to you. I didn’t want to force you to choose to stay with me.” I pause. “But I’m really glad you chose to stay, anyway.”
“Let’s just say I have a few revelations of my own,” Amanda says quietly. Then she grins. “Though, if he had fired me for that, you totally would owe me a job.”
“I would have hired you right then and there,” I promise with a laugh.
She smiles and lays her head down again. She’s still drawing on my shoulder. The world around us is peaceful and I can’t im
agine being anywhere else other than where I am right now.
“I love you,” I say.
I’ve said the words a few times today, and, once or twice, directly to Amanda. But saying them now feels so very right.
There are still things we need to talk about, of course. We have a baby on the way and we need to discuss what to do about that. We still need to work out the last of the kinks in our relationship. On top of that, I still don’t really know where her father stands. At most, I think he just doesn’t care what we do anymore, and I hope that he doesn’t cause any more problems for our relationship in the future.