Page 24 of Handling the Boss

My goddess.

“Are you going to stare at me or get naked?” she asked.

“Can’t I do both?” I said, as I reached for the snap of my shorts. Without taking my eyes off her, I shoved them down, taking my boxers with them, and kicking them out of the way. I toed off my shoes, then pulled my shirt off, all while Jordan stood there watching me, a pink flush rising up her pale cheeks.

“Are you going to stare at me or get naked?” I threw her words back at her, stalking closer.

Jordan reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and I helped her along by dragging her panties down her legs and unbuckling her sandals.

When we were both completely naked, we flew together, our mouths meeting in a rough kiss. I poured all my emotions into the kiss, holding her so close that our bodies were plastered together. Jordan slid her hands up and down my back, her touch somehow both gentle and urgent.

“Jim,” she gasped as we pulled apart. “I need you.”

I kissed her again, feeling like I couldn’t get enough of her. This time when we pulled apart, she took a step back, heading for the bed.

“When’s the last time you were with someone?” she asked.

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember when my last forgettable one night stand had been. “Last summer I think.”

“I have an IUD,” she said. “And it’s been a while for me too.”

I stared at her as her words registered. “Are you saying…?”

“We don’t need a condom,” she confirmed. “Unless you prefer one.”

Instead of answering, I rushed over, picked her up and tossed her on the bed, following her down. I stretched out over her, bracing my weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t totally squish her, then groaned as she bent her knees and let them fall to the side, making room for me between her legs.

“I feel like I want to savor you,” I confessed. “But after waiting so long, I’m not sure if I can.”

“Savor later,” she said impatiently. “I want you inside me. Now.”

The word ‘now’ was still echoing when I notched my cock against her opening and slid right in with one, long stroke. We both moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate me. I’d never taken a woman without a condom before, and it felt so incredible that I had to start moving. Fortunately, Jordan was already slick with arousal and more than ready for me. As I slid in and out of her slowly, she met me stroke for stroke, rolling her hips up to meet mine.

“Faster,” Jordan urged.

I lowered my head until my forehead touched hers and looked deep into her eyes. “Be patient, my love.”

Her eyes widened and her inner muscles tightened around me like a vise.

I kept up my slow and steady pace until Jordan wrapped her legs around my hips and used them for leverage, slamming herself upward and forcing me to move faster to keep up with her. I lowered my face into the crook of her shoulders, pressed my toes into the mattress, and started pounding into her like my life depended on it.

“Yes Jim, just like that.”

I trailed my fingers down her side, intending to make my way down to give some stimulation to her clitoris, but to my surprise she didn’t need it. I heard a loud gasp, then Jordan’s back arched, and she started shaking beneath me. I fucked her through her orgasm and kept going at a steady pace until I felt her inner muscles squeezing around me again.

“You can do better,” I growled, finding her clit and giving it a good pinch.

This time she cried out my name, bucking against me so hard I was surprised she didn’t throw me right off her. Then, and only then, I let myself go, pushing myself deep inside of her with a relieved groan. It only took two pumps before I was painting her insides with my cum while I repeated her name over and over like a prayer.

My arms gave out, and I collapsed on top of her, then rolled us to our sides, keeping our bodies connected for a few more precious minutes. As I held Jordan in my arms, I vowed to never let her go.

Jordan

Iwoke up in Jim’s arms the next morning, feeling happier than I remembered feeling in a long time. Maybe ever. Lifting my head from his chest, I looked at his face. In sleep, his face looked almost boyish despite his goatee. I couldn’t help the smile that split my face.

Suddenly Jim opened one eye.

“Tell me I’m the one who put that smile on your pretty face,” he drawled sleepily.