AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Smiling wide, he reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. With each piece of clothing I took off, he took some off too, like a competitive striptease. When his boxers were dropped, I was down to nothing other than my jewelry and I reached to take off the necklace when he stopped me, putting his hand over my wrist.
“That’s naked enough,” he growled.
I collapsed into his kiss, and then leaned back as his lips covered my body. He went down my neck, over the center of my chest and then across it, sliding his tongue over my breasts and sucking on my nipples as I lay back gently.
Then his mouth reached my stomach and I stopped him. He looked up confused, and I slid over, so that I was parallel with him, but facing the other way. He growled again in pleasure as I took his cock into my lips again from below and he sank his tongue down into my pussy.
I moaned with my mouth full as he swirled his tongue over my clit, one finger dipping inside me and pushing high on my walls. It emboldened me to go faster, and I sucked him as he licked me. The sensation was completely overwhelming, and I felt the climax building quickly. I wanted to hold it until we could come together, but I knew there was no chance. I couldn’t wait.
And by all experience so far, it wasn’t like I could only have one with him.
The crashing wave washed over me and I cried out, my body bucking and shaking as he laughed in satisfaction.
“Please, fuck me,” I groaned, taking his cock out of my mouth and catching my breath as my body tingled.
He didn’t need to respond with words. He simply turned over top of me and sank between my thighs. He didn’t need to prepare me. He didn’t need to tease. He just thrust into me and held himself there, both of us crying out into the night and my body stretching to fit him inside.
Slowly, he began to rock, and as he did, I lost track of time. Sweat poured off our bodies as we brought each other to the brink of carnal insanity over and over. With every position, he reached new places inside me that no one had ever been before. With each new sensation came another orgasm, more powerful than the last.
I found myself below him as he folded me in half, my legs pressed together and over my right shoulder. His face was a mask of intensity and concentration as he slammed into me over and over. I knew he was close, and so was I for what felt like the millionth time that night.
His eyes bulged and his body clenched, and I felt my body flood with warmth. He exploded inside me, coming hard and collapsing into my arms as he emptied himself. I shook with one final, incredible climax, pushed higher and farther by the warm, intensity of his essence inside of me.
When we fell asleep, we did so naked, wrapped in each other’s arms, and completely and totally exhausted.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Hunter
The holidays were upon us, and while we hadn’t done anything together for Thanksgiving, the expectation of Christmas was going to be intense. I was ready for it.
We had been together now, fully, for almost two months, and things had gone quite well. I was finding myself, for the first time, falling in love. I knew it was love. It couldn’t be anything else. Nothing else would make me make the decisions I did, or think about her as constantly as I was, or be as absolutely obsessed with making her happy.
Still, we tried to keep it professional at work. No PDA, no scurrying off together for afternoon delight. We worked. Sure, we flirted, but we worked. Even Bobby, who had figured it out almost immediately, seemed fine with it. Or as fine as Bobby seemed about anything. He had stopped grumbling about it at any rate.
Which meant that it was full steam ahead for us.
Getting ready for work was much easier now, too, since we were doing it together. No longer were the housekeeperss scurrying into my room at a specific minute anymore, not since the first time they walked in, saw us both still in bed and clearly naked under a thin sheet, and then apologized for a good hour. I hadn’t scolded them. They didn’t know.
Veronica seemed to approve, which was incredibly important for me, though she wasn’t particularly happy when Julia had taken over the kitchen to make a few meals. In Veronica’s world, that was the exclusive job of the staff. Guests weren’t supposed to lift a finger they didn’t absolutely have to.
But Julia had won her over, making breakfast for everyone one morning and then taking to doing it once a week. I enjoyed the domesticated aspect of it all, something I never really thought about before, but once it was happening, was delightful. We were acting like a real couple. I had never had that before.
Sure, I had girls who hopped out of bed and wanted to baby me, but it always came from a manipulative place. They were trying to get their hooks in. It wasn’t because they genuinely wanted me to be happy, it was because they genuinely wanted to live in my house and share in my wealth. I could always see through them.
With Julia, it felt different. She didn’t ask for anything. She didn’t care about my cars or my clothes or my credit cards. She just wanted to be around me. Half the time, she just wanted to stay in the house and curl up and watch TV before going to bed. Going to bed was my favorite part.
One morning, just two weeks before Christmas, we separated at the door and she went up to her office while I met with some folks downstairs. There was a major marketing plan for the company coming for the Asian market, and I wanted them to be ready for it, especially with the holidays coming. Bobby was supposed to meet me in a few hours to discuss it, and I had cleared my entire day to take care of it.
But when I finally made it upstairs, I noticed Julia was gone. And Bobby was in my office already.
“Morning,” I said as I walked in. “Did Julia run off somewhere?”
“I sent her away,” Bobby said.
The tone of his voice told me something was wrong. Instantly, I was worried. Bobby was aging, and I was concerned for his health. He hadn’t looked like he was feeling his best the last few months, and I had an inkling there was something going on. But as I reached the chair he was sitting in, facing my desk and away from the door, I saw he wasn’t sick.
He was angry.
