Under My Boss's Direction

He pulls me closer to him. Our lips collide once again as his tongue digs deep into me, his fingers kneading my breasts to the rhythm of our crotches grinding.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and let gravity feel my defiance. He pulls me off the ground and onto the dining room table. Now I’m the one to feel him pull away.

"What?" I say, ready to go on.

"I have to turn the gas off," he laughs.

Once he does, the sizzling slows to a halt and he returns to the task of kissing me. Fuck, he tastes so good.

"I should have told you this, but I heard you last night.”

"You did?”

"Yes. When I was making that delivery to your doorstep."

Unfazed, I say, "Then it was your lucky night, wasn't it?"

"How so?" he asks.

I inch closer to his ear, lick it like I like his dick in my dreams, and whisper, "Because this is my thank you for your Christmas delivery."

He sighs into my mouth as I lock his ass in with my feet. I help him disrobe and pull him away every two seconds just to see his face. This is really fucking happening.

"Keep the apron on, please," I tell him, remembering how turned on I was when I showed up and he was wearing it.

"You're sure?" he asks.

I nod and point to the couch.

"And one other thing, please. I am not losing my virginity in a kitchen."

He looks up from between my breasts, startled.

“You’re a virgin?”

"I really am, Denue."

He nods and says, “Well then.”

I feel his arm snaking up my back, and he hoists me onto his chest.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Someplace special," he says. “Worthy enough for your first time.”

I close my eyes and take his full head of hair in my hands. His open mouth is on my breasts, sucking my rock-hard nipples. One of his arms is under my ass, with one hand teasing my inner thigh.

He leads me to a part of the house that smells like vanilla, opens a wide oak door, and then shuts it with his foot. Then he eases me off of him and onto the bed and kisses me again.

"I have never slept in this bed before," he says.

I look around. The walls are still wet with paint.

"I want it to be a meditation room,” he continues. “A place I can just come to after a long day and think. It's special to me, Nellie. And I want it to be special to you."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I have wanted to know you better for the longest time. Honestly, do you think I would be chatting with anyone else at those ungodly hours?" he says. "I think we've been given a golden opportunity, each to finally be with a person who gets us."

“Yeah, but…”

I start to think about our age difference, not to mention the difference in experience levels between us. And the fact that he’s my boss and we could get in trouble at work.

"Doesn't matter if we love the same shows or food or sleep schedules," he says, to shush me, even though I wasn’t going to mention any of those trivial things. "I just want to feel you now. In this moment. To show you a good time."

There is no sound in here. No outside influence. It's just us and the purple fire burning in our hearts, his breath shuddering on top of my breath.

"Okay," I say, and dive for his mouth.

His warm tongue meets mine at the tip, and I delve into pleasurable sucking and licking. With gentle purpose, I take his apron off, and he slides onto my body with ease. It hardens at the warm entrance of my pussy. Denue pushes me onto the pillows, holds my face in his hands and caresses my cheek with his thumbs.

"I'll take care of you. Always."

He pushes himself into my wet crevice, and tenderly whispers into my ear. I feel every throb and each pulse of his big cock, as well as every inch of my undiscovered territory spreading for him to dominate.

He takes his time, slipping inch after inch of himself into me. Air leaves my lungs, and pain engulfs my entire being. My eyes get wet, and he kisses them.

"I'll hold it there for a minute."

"Okay."

"Is this okay?"

"Yes."

I feel full, complete, and oddly, safe. He feels fantastic where he is. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life.

His weight is even on my frame, and the pressure building up behind his balls warms me.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asks.

Courage simmers inside of me, and I say, "Yes, please. Fuck me, Denue."

I widen my legs and clamp the walls of my already full pussy tighter around his hard cock. I tug on his taught buttocks with my feet and pull his face in for another kiss. Our shoulders meet, and his hands go behind me, fitting my ass cheeks into his hands.