Under My Boss's Authority (Under Him)

Still on his knees before me, Hugo guided me down onto the bed and, with his hands on my knees, he tenderly opened my legs. Taking a moment to admire what he found there, he went for it. His chiseled cheeks pressing lightly against my inner thighs as he took the first long, gentle licks of my tender pussy.

I moaned loud enough to wake the dead as he pleasured me, using every method he knew to make me vibrate with pure ecstasy.

I sounded my last cry of pure joy, collapsing on the bed, not sure if I would ever move again, not that I particularly wanted to at that exact moment. Hugo embraced me, planting kisses all over my face and neck, bringing me back to sense. Willing my arms to work I returned his embrace, the connection cracking like lighting in my ears.

He wetted his fingers and, very lightly, pressed them up against my pussy. I moaned with delight at the touch.

“Ready?”

“Yes. Please.”

He was naked in no time, never actually taking his hand off my pussy as he undressed. My heart started beating even faster when I finally saw his beautiful cock spring free.

One by one, he once again positioned me on the edge of the bed, my legs looped over his arms as he began the long, slow slide into my pussy.

I could feel every inch of Hugo’s hard cock filling every inch I had to offer, never relenting its gentle progress until it was all the way inside me. He paused for a moment, the pulse of our hearts and the soft throbbing of his cock seeming to fall into sync. Kissing me deep, he began to move.

The rhythm of his cock in my pussy, becoming like a mantra in my head. Something to focus on as my mind was filled with pure white light. Somewhere in the distance, a woman was moaning. It was some time before I realized it was me.

Willing myself back down into my physical form, I was hit by the force of a massive orgasm. One of many, as it turned out, in the course of a few minutes. I knew I could have multiples, but none of them had been anything like that. Yet, there I was, coming all over the place, completely taken over by the most transcendent experiences of my life.

He carried me. There was no way I could walk. My arms and legs dangled as though I was asleep in his arms, ragdoll limp and useless. As opposed to just indisposed. Barely able to swallow until I got more of my faculties back.

Water pounded into the tub and I could almost feel the steam kissing my skin. Before I could form the words to tell him it was too hot, I heard the distinctive squeak of the old tap as he eased off the hot and turned up the cold.

It was perfect. The water that enveloped me in its warm embrace neither hot enough to scald, nor cold enough to chill. Either of which could well have shocked me back to a more functional stat, but Hugo had a different way of doing things.

From his position beside the tub, he scrubbed me down until I was squeaky clean. My nerves were on high alert, the slightest touch sending a jolt of sensation through me. Which explained his gentle approach to things.

Hugo didn’t want to hurt me. He never had and he never would. Even if it were the obvious or easy thing. It just wasn’t his way.

Willing my arm to work once again, I reached up and stroked his cheek, tears of love and joy joining the moisture already on my face. Meeting no resistance, I pulled sweet Hugo, my impromptu Valentine and fiancé, to me, and I kissed him. As long, and as passionately as I could.

Epilogue - Vega

One Year Later

It was time. The weeks had melted together into months, and finally, it was Valentine’s Day again. Well beyond the fortnight originally agreed on.

Much of it was spent having the dress made. A modern take on a Victorian classic done in ivory. Best to let my dad have his illusions, even though much of the effort of the design went into concealing my baby bump. On the upside, I’d only just entered my third trimester.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” Maya said, stepping back for a better look.

How she appeared in California, when she was still in Barcelona when we’d spoken the day before, was a mystery for the ages. Just one of Hugo’s lovely, thoughtful wedding gifts.

Including flying out my dad. The only conspicuous gap in the guest list were his own parents. Hugo was still not ready to face them. He felt like he should try to forgive himself, before he asked their forgiveness. It didn’t seem right. As far as I could tell, all he was really doing was making it so both of their children were ghosts.