Boss of Me

The room is dark, and I’m holding her in my arms. Her breathing is smooth and rhythmic. Every now and then she makes a cute little noise, almost a snore, but not quite.

What am I doing? For so long, conquering the business world, making my own name in my dad’s office were the most important things to me. Making sure Taron and Marley were taken care of was a close second.

A relationship would only slow me down. Not because I don’t want one, but because when I find the right woman, I want to treat her right, give her things, take care of her.

Is that what this is?

Shifting in the bed, I fight against the idea. I’ve only known this girl a week, one week. Sure I knew her sister. Yes, I’ve read her résumé. We’ve talked a lot, and I feel like I know her.

It’s too fucking soon.

But these feelings won’t be denied.

I’m at peace when I’m with her. Even in the face of the nightmare waiting at home, she puts my mind at ease.

With a little snort, she lifts her head, dark hair spilling around her shoulders. Her eyes are closed, but her face is to me.

“What is it, beautiful?” The tenderness in my tone is something new, something I don’t recognize. Have I ever been tender?

“Oh!” Her chin drops, and she places her cheek against my skin. “I didn’t know where I was for a minute.”

“You’re with me. Go back to sleep.” I’ll keep you safe.

Can I make that promise?

I feel her cheek rise with her smile, and just as fast, her breathing smooths out again. I lie awake for several minutes longer, before eventually the warmth of her body, the sound of her breath, lulls me to sleep.

Sunlight streaming through the enormous glass windows burns my eyes. Holding up a hand, I climb out of bed and cross the room to pull the heavy drapes closed. I take a brief look at the valley before I obscure it. It’s going to be a perfect day.

Walking to the bed, I let my eyes drift down Raquel’s body. Her back is exposed, long and smooth, and so beautiful. I open my nightstand drawer and set a condom beside the lamp. Sliding between the blankets, I turn her so her cute little ass is against my pelvis. My morning wood is aching for her, but I’ll give her time to join the party.

Her back arches, and she reaches for my face, threading her fingernails through my beard. “Is that a wrench in your pocket?”

A smile curls my lips, and I kiss the back of her neck. “I’m happy to see you in my bed.”

“Naked.” She does a little hip swish, and I reach behind me for the condom.

It’s open and rolled on in record time, and I’m holding her by the waist again. “How did you sleep?” My lips are at her ear, and her shoulder rises.

“Your breath tickles.”

Sliding my hand down her flat stomach, I slip my fingers between her thighs. Her back arches again as I touch her gently, circling and massaging her clit before dipping my finger inside to find her wet and ready.

“Oh!” She gasps, and I love the noises she makes when I fuck her.

My fingers are gone, and I take a moment to line up with her before sinking deep into her warm, clenching depths. She’s so snug around me. She feels so good. I begin thrusting my hips, and she’s backing her ass up to meet me.

Fumbling to her legs, I slip my fingers between her thighs again, stroking and massaging as we rock together. Her long hair falls over my shoulder, and her little cries fill my ears. My cock is aching and hard, and I can’t hold out much longer. I reach up to cup her small breast, pinching the tight nipple between my fingers. She lets out another whimper.

“Come for me…” I speak in her ear, giving the back of her neck a little bite, and she shudders.

“Do it again.” Her voice is a gasp, and I’m quick to comply.

Truth is, I love burying my face in her hair. My eyes close, and I inhale deeply of ginger and coconut. I trace my lips up the back of her neck, moving them behind her ear, and she lets out a little wail. Her insides break into spasms, and she’s jerking and bucking against me.

With a low groan, I let go. It’s blinding pleasure, almost excruciating, and I hold her tight to me, driving as deeply as I can as the orgasm blankets my mind.

We’re panting, our skin slick where it touches. I lean down to kiss the top of her shoulder, and again it rises.