He stopped. She looked past her shoulder to see they’d made it up the stairs.
“What did you say?” he asked.
She leaned back enough to see him. “Are you going to fuck me again, Sir?” She spoke the words again, only this time she said them with a smile.
His cock hardened against her stomach. While she was fighting to be free of his arms so she could walk up the stairs, he’d pulled free of her.
“Do you like that? When I call you ‘sir’?”
He pressed her up against the wall. The command in his body made her melt from the very core and out. “You have no idea how much I like that.” He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue against hers. The action made her aware of other slick parts sliding inside her body. She moaned holding him close.
Stephen carried her to his room. He didn’t stop and went straight through to his bathroom. He let her down, and she was conscious of his seed sliding down the inside of her thigh. The heat filled her cheeks as he ran a bath. Paul had never cared for her like this. When Paul was done, he’d roll over and go to sleep.
She waited until he helped her into the warm soapy water. She smelt lavender and relaxed against the tub. Stephen climbed in behind her, pulling her to straddle his waist once again. He kissed her lips, cupping her back and hair.
He grabbed the soap, lathering his hands before he applied them to her body. Stephen started at her back, rubbing his hands against her skin. His touch made her yearn for more. The care and attention he was devoting to her made her heart ache. She could easily fall in love with him. The way she seemed to be his whole world. She was sure no matter what happened, she would be the centre of his world.
In no time at all, he was lathering her breasts and belly. She sucked in her stomach to try to make herself look thinner. He tapped her thigh where it lay down his side. “Don’t ever try to be someone different with me. I love the way you are, Ursula. I would never want you to change.”
She didn’t say a word and stopped sucking in her tummy. He went back to soaping her body, but his words stayed with her.
“I love the way you are.” What did he mean by that? Did he love her body, her personality, or did he love her? He pressed his fingers between her thighs. The water of the bath washed the soap off his fingers. He touched her intimately, wiping away his semen. She knew that was what he was doing.
“We didn’t use a condom,” she said.
“I know. I didn’t want anything between us.”
“You weren’t worried in case I caught something off Paul? I haven’t. I have regular checks.”
Why am I asking him this? Are you trying to scare him off?
“I know you.” He kissed her lips then handed her the soap.
“How do you know me? We’ve not known each other that long.” She soaked his back and chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands. By the time she got down to his cock he was long and hard. She washed his hard length, enjoying the sounds he made as she did so. He turned her around using a sponge to wet her hair. Next, he poured some soap and began washing her hair. She closed her eyes as his fingers calmed her down. He washed the shampoo out and then did the same with the conditioner. When she was clean, she did the same for him.
Stephen helped her out, using a towel to dry her body. He didn’t leave out any area, and his attention to detail made her chuckle.
She dried his body. He held her hand walking her back into his room. She sat on the bed, and he climbed behind her. He brushed her hair slowly. There was a mirror over the other side of the room. She saw the concentration on his face. The brush went through her stands down her back. When he was done, he settled her against him, wrapping his arms around her.
Ursula closed her eyes allowing sleep to claim her, wrapped in the security that was her boss. Stephen was more than her boss.
She refused to think about anything else. What they’d done was a mistake, but she didn’t want it to end. They were too different people. He was a wealthy brooding businessman while she was a finishing college and cleaned his house. They were like chalk and cheese, and yet she loved being with him. The best part of her day was being with him.
He held her close, and she fell asleep thinking about nothing but him.
****
Stephen woke with Ursula in his arms. He recalled the night before and how tense she was before sleep claimed her. He rested his head on one arm as the other stayed around her. She slept peacefully, her tits exposed for him to view. The red puckered tips tightened as a moan escaped her lips. He watched her chest rise and fall. He thought about the night before. Being inside her had been amazing. She was tight, and he was addicted to her already. A flush spread through her entire body. She continued to sleep.