“Fr
om everything she offered me, it sounded like the best thing. I’m not so great at remembering a pill every day, and you have to take it at the same time every day. The implant seemed like a big commitment that wasn’t necessary. She said a side effect of the shot was I could end up with either a very light period or none at all. That was all I needed to hear, no period at all, I picked it before she stopped talking.” With a sigh, she begins to get out of bed. I assume she’s going to the restroom, where all women seem to go either before or after sex to do something I’m sure I don’t want to know. Only she’s heading for the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I stop her dead in her tracks.
She looks confused. “My room, to sleep.”
“Get your ass back here. I say if you sleep in your bed or not. Do you really think after weeks of wanting your ass, just once tonight is going to be enough for me? Not by a long shot. I might wake you up in the middle of the night, or at the very least I’ll want your pussy to get my morning started right.” She blushes as she turns, only she’s taking too damned long. Out of bed, I toss her over my shoulder with a smack on her ass before I turn off the lights and head back to bed, where I drop her a little less gently than the last time I put her there. I had no fucking idea I would want her to sleep with me, a part of me was just pissed she was going to walk out without a word. Hell, I haven’t slept with a woman in over fifteen years, but right now I don’t want her out of arm’s reach.
“Ow, Ethan. You can be such an ass sometimes.”
“No complaints now, you’re here because you want to be.” I settle into bed, I’m a side sleeper usually on my left side. “This is my side.” Then I wrap an arm around her to pull her against me spoon style. Rubbing my hand over her hip, I touch where her tattoo is in the dark. It was a stack of books turning into birds that fly away. “I like your tattoo.” And I do, it was so completely Holly.
She grumbles, I’m pretty sure I hear the word asshole, but ignore it. Turning around, her arms go around my neck, her face into the small space between my neck and chest and a soft leg covers mine. This fucking woman. I’m pretty sure she couldn’t have picked a more uncomfortable way of sleeping if she tried. Then she softens against me. My head rests on hers, her arms around me press her soft body into mine. Her leg between mine is soft, and fuck me, brushes ever so lightly against my cock. Okay, maybe it’s not uncomfortable, simply the sexiest way of sleeping ever. The arm still wrapped around her presses her closer to me. She sighs.
The moment she slips into sleep, I know it. For me it takes longer to sleep, after all this time, she hadn’t just been a fuck. Being inside her, the touch of her skin, the moans, the hot, tight heat of her pussy made me want her for a hell of a lot longer than just a fuck.
I’ll never tell her, especially now that it’s signed, but it hadn’t been the contract that landed her in my bed. This morning I had promised myself if she did one more thing to tell me or show me she wanted me, I’d take her then and there. Seeing her on my bed, dressed like she belonged in a fucking centerfold, there was no way she was making it off my bed before I fucked her until she was screaming my name.
The contract was a bonus, even as I flinch at the idea of my little sister putting it together. I know half of what was in it was by Amelia’s instigation. Between Holly and Amelia, the damned thing had Amelia written all over it. Now, the lingerie was all Holly. While the contract was Holly’s idea, putting in every small thing made me feel like it was just going through the motions. The lingerie tells me Holly wanted this to be more than a contract. I like knowing that.
I awaken with the scent of cherries all around me. Instantly, my cock becomes hard enough to ache. Reaching for one of the condoms on top of the side table has Holly almost completely covering my body with hers. I’m tearing the condom open to roll it on, when she moans my name. Her leg moves over mine, brushing against my cock. I roll her onto her back, my mouth finding a hard nipple in the dark. One leg between hers, I press her, at the brush of my skin against hers, Holly widens her legs to allow me access to her body. As I suckle deeply on her breast, she sighs my name and her hips rock against me, seeking more.
Hardly trying, I slip into her almost perfectly. I swear I hear her purr my name. Her pussy welcomes my cock with a tight grip yet is wet enough for me to bury myself completely. This time I had started out on my palms, Holly doesn’t like it, her arms go around my neck pulling me down against her. Carefully, I go down on one elbow then the other. My reward is her breasts pressing against my chest and her legs moving higher around my waist to take me deeper. When I woke up, I wanted a slow, sleepy fucking. Holly has other ideas. She’s a smart little thing, by tilting herself up my cock, she’s hitting her g-spot with every entry and exit. Holy shit, I might be the one on top, but Holly is fucking me. Her legs around my waist, she’s riding my cock with a whimpering plea for more.
Fuck no, in the bedroom, I call the shots. Unwrapping her arms from around my neck, I’m pressing them into the pillow above her head. Being back on my hands gives me greater leverage. Using it, I start pounding into her pussy without a thought to gentleness. For a moment, I wonder if I’m being too rough, until I hear her moaning for me to fuck her harder. I give her what she wants, relentless, until I feel her quivering on the edge, then I let go of her wrists. My hands on her hips, I tilt her up to fuck her hard, hitting her g-spot without stopping.
Holly comes with a sob of my name. Only, I haven’t come yet, have no plans to come until she’s learned her lesson. I don’t stop fucking her roughly through her second climax or even her third. It isn’t until she’s crying, calling me a bastard that she comes for the fourth time and I allow myself to come as well.
Rolling off her to get rid of the condom, I pull her into my arms wiping away her tears. The sight of them fucked with my equilibrium. I don’t ever want to see them again. “Why, Ethan?” She whispers.
“Because for a long damned minute there, you were fucking me. There will come a time when I’ll allow it, but not yet.” I press a kiss to her forehead, thankful I can’t see her sherry eyes full of tears. As much as I hated the sight of her tears I don’t regret what I did, the rules needed to be set.
“I couldn’t help it, you have such a wonderfully full thick cock.” She’s pouting, but then she winds her arms around my neck, burying her face as she slides a leg between mine.
Settling her against me, I rub her ass. “I’ll tell you when you can fuck me, until then, be a good girl.”
The words aren’t even a whisper, they’re said against my skin. “Yes, Ethan.”
****
Somewhere too damned close an alarm clock is going off. It can’t be mine, is my thought, as the blinds open on their timer. Fuck, it’s five forty-five. My schedule is to get up, wash my face, brush my teeth, quickly dress in boxer briefs, sweats, a plain white shirt, with socks and sneakers, then head out the door. I eat my snack then head down for just short of an hour workout, come up stairs, shower, then dress for work. Right now, all I want is to stay in bed with Holly until the sun goes back down. I turn off the alarm as Holly slowly begins to pull away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I pull her against my body spoon fashion, she can feel my cock happy to wake up and find her in bed.
Her ass teases my cock. “Well, I have this asshole boss who has his day timed down to the second and by my clock, I’m already fifteen minutes late.”
“Timed down to the second and you’re already fifteen minutes late? Hmm... sounds like you are fucked.” Pressing against her slit, I curse as we’re now both leaking. Condom, I roll back for one. “Sounds to me, if your schedule is already fucked, you might as well go all the way.” She hears the condom wrapper tear then looks back. Damn, her smile is all woman; knowing, teasing, taunting.
Moving to give me enough room to roll on the condom, I pull her close as I slip into her from behind. This time I’m slow, my thrusts controlled. She’s with me every stroke, now I know that, I move up to play with her breasts, squeezing, rolling a nipple tightly, then barely brushing against it. How the fuck was I once happy with small breasts when hers fit my hands perfectly? Her body is betraying her fight to keep in time with my slow movements her pussy clenching me tightly, her breathing short little pants. I want her day to start as perfectly as mine has, so I move her slightly and her whole body responds. Faster I move, four strokes are all it takes until she’s coming around my cock—her pussy grasping me in her climax. I allow myself to follow her over the edge into climax.
For longer than is smart, I allow myself to enjoy the feel of her around my cock. When I know I have to pull out, we both groan as I roll over to shed the condom. “I know, sweetheart, but the condom leaking is almost as bad as it breaking.”
“Oh.” She sighs. “I wondered.” Sitting up, she looks at the clock. “Damn, Ethan, now you’re really going to make me late. I need to shower. I’ll see you in the kitchen in twenty minutes.”
I watch as she nearly jumps off the bed then look at the clock. I’m not cocky, fuck yeah, I am. It’s just past six thirty. As I turn on the shower, I can’t think of a better way to start the day, not at all regretful for missing my morning workout. Since I’m not the one running late, I take my time showering before going in to pick out a suit. I dress and walk into the living room at almost a minute ’til seven. She’s in the kitchen swearing as I sit down to open the Tribune.
Looking up, I see Holly’s wearing jeans with a bright pink top that shimmers along the seams of the side. “Okay, your eggs aren’t perfectly poached. They are slightly, very slightly, overdone but still runny.” She says as sets my plate and coffee down.