“No more, I want you now.”
He pushed her knees back spreading her as wide as he could. She felt the head against her womanhood and she waited for the pain. He moved carefully, slipping the head around her opening, probing until he found it. She felt him move, pushing in slightly, only to pull out and move to try once more. He was large, larger than she had anticipated but the pressure of him there felt good. He slid in as deep as he could, finding her barrier there and he glanced up at her face, a look of surprise filling him. She knew he would stop now and instead she took control, thrusting upward until he was completed encased within her.
She felt the pain burn, but the damage was done now. She looked up at him, a strange look on his face as he moved slowly, knowing there was not turning back now. He pulled back, carefully sliding back in more and more until she no longer felt the burn or the pain, but instead she wanted to find a rhythm with him. He thrust gently into her, this time filling her completely. She heard a low moan in his throat as he did it over and over, until soon he was wildly pumping into her body, the length of him buried deep.
They moved together, both moaning loudly as they took from the other, until he collapsed over her, with one final thrust. As he pulled away, he lay beside her on the bed, both of them lost in the moment. After a moment she glanced over at him, his handsome face staring at her hard.
“You were a virgin.” It was a statement, more than a question. She felt his concern, but he pulled her to him nonetheless, cupping her beside him as he sighed.
“Yes, was it… I mean was I..”
“You were perfect, but you shouldn’t have wasted it on me honey.” He sighed, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Let's get some sleep.”
Reginald
He looked down at the mass of flaming hair sprawled across the pillow. She had been more than he had bargained for when he saw her in the bar. Curvy and beautiful and now in the reality of the sunrise, she was young. Too young for him anyway. It had been a long time since he had slept like that, the good sleep that keeps you in bed longer than you should be. He slipped on his shoes watching as she rolled over in the sunshine, still sound asleep.
The blankets had been tossed away, her curvy frame exposed to him now and he drank her in. She was shorter than him, her body molded just right when he pressed into it. Her breasts were glorious, and larger. Now rested the nipples were soft and supple. Her belly was just slightly there, but her hips were curvy, and reminded him of a roller coaster as he ran his hands over them more than a couple times in the night. She was beautiful and wonderful. And a virgin. He tried not to think about it but it was the truth. She had given him that, and it was a night he would never remember.
He slipped out of the room and down to the front desk where he paid for a late check out, and ordered her room service in the morning. Additionally, he left $50 for a cab to get her wherever she needed to go. She would want to shower, and breakfast seemed like it was the least he could do. He slipped into his car, a smile still firmly planted on his face as he thought about the night they had shared. The sex was great, true, but there was something else, something that had struck a chord with him. He had enjoyed her company and her quick wit. Part of him wanted to turn around, but there were rules about this kind of thing.
He pulled into his condo, quickly taking a shower to head back into town for work. He would have to get an assistant and soon. He looked over the list and frowned at what needed to be done. Perhaps today he could find someone who sutured him. He drove into work and made his way upstairs into his office quickly. Only then a few hours later did he find himself settling into his desk and looking over the paperwork that needed to be done. He did his best to put the girl out of his mind, but he was having a hard time forgetting this one. He settled back in his chair, raking a hand through the darkness of his hair. He heard a knock and welcomed them in.
“Reggie, hey, I wanted to bring Chelsea by, she is hoping to get a chance to talk to you about that opening.”
He smiled widely at his friends and held out his hand to meet his daughter. What he found instead floored him. It was her!
Gone was the wanton behavior and the softness and in its place was a full blown professional woman. He searched her face and noticed the paleness in her face. Fortunately, she recovered quickly and took his hand, shaking it methodically.
“It's so nice to meet you Mr. Covington, my father always has such wonderful things to say about you.”
“Well, I assure you the pleasure is all mine.” He looked at her hard, and then smiled widely. “Your father is convinced you want to work here.”
She swallowed hard, “Yes, I am looking for something.”
Aside from going home with strange men. He couldn’t help but think it as he watched her flush slightly.
“So what are you two up to today?”
“Well, I have a meeting and Chelsea is hanging out here while I am gone. Thought it might be a good time for you two to chat.” Ben smiled at them both.
“Dad, I don’t need a babysitter I am fine. I am sure Mr. Convington has more pressing issues.”
“Oh no, not at all Chelsea, why not talk about the position and see how you feel about it. She is in good hands Ben.” He gave him a smile and watched as Ben gave her a slight hug before heading out.
Silence filled the room as they both waited for the other to say something. He finally went first.
“So I don’t know what you're up to “Linda” but I can assure you no good will come of it.”
She spun around and face him, her eyes full of fire. “What are you talking about? I am not up to anything I had no idea who you were last night.” She clenched her fists and he smiled at her.
“It seems you're more passionate in more ways than one.” He watched her face flush and she relaxed slightly.
She faced him now, looking him over. “Last night was… well wonderful, but I didn’t know you would be gone this morning. But then I didn’t think I’d run into you like this either.”
“I assumed leaving was just simpler. Did you enjoy breakfast?” He smiled.
She sat down in a chair across from him. “Yes, and thank you.” She picked at the string on the leather of the chair.
He looked at her closely, she was in a black and white dress, her body fitting its curves into every inch of it. Looking at her today she was even more beautiful than she had seemed last night.
“I really enjoyed last night, and not just the obvious part of it. I enjoyed talking to you. You’re a smart girl.”
“Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman so there's that. I am smart I graduated at the top of my class and I want to get in on the ground floor somewhere and make something of myself.”
“So you do want the job?” He gave her a smile and watched her turn another shade of red.
She crossed her arms angrily. “I don’t really think that’s a good idea, do you?”
He stared at her hard and long thinking of the best way to answer her question. On one hand, she was more than qualified for the job, but on the other he would have to look at her all day, and never get anything done.
“I leave that up to you.”
Chelsea
She glanced up at him, and the smile he seemed to have plastered on his face. He was gorgeous, even if he was a little older. His hair was almost black with just a slight tinge of gray at the temples and the goatee suited him. He seemed unbothered by all of this, which she found strange considering she was his friend's daughter.
“This whole thing with us… we have to forget it ever happened. I mean, if I am working here.” She waited for his response.
He exhaled sharply. “That may be a problem, I want you again right now.” She glanced up to meet his eyes and she felt the heat rush through her. There was no doubt that he knew she felt the same thing.
Standing, she decided to go find another place to wait for her father. She smoothed down her dress and grabbed her things to go.
“I should probably go find a place to wait for him.”
He stood then moved across the room to stand in front of her. “He will be at least a couple hours. At least have lunch with me.”
She felt the passion coursing through her the closer he stood to her. Instead of touching her, like she thought he would do he moved towards the door. She nodded at him, what harm could come for lunch?
Once in a public place the atmosphere changed drastically. He easily slipped into corporate mode, his tone changing and shifting as he talked about the company. She found herself enthralled with him, listening as he spoke and asking questions along the way.
“So when we see a company, we want to take it.” He gave her a smile as the food was delivered.
She frowned at him. “It seems to me there is a better way to do it, some sort of finesse in the way you handle things.”
“Such as?”
“Have a floater, one who goes in schmoozes things over, you know makes nice.” She took a long drink. “That way there is a friendly partnership and not just someone taking something from someone else.”
He leaned back in his chair. Watching her and she felt the tension rising in the air.
“You are so beautiful Chelsea. I don’t know how you're not married and settled already.”
“Would that make all of this easier for you Reg? Me being saddled with a husband and a baby?”