When she’d asked about her safety with Paul he hadn’t questioned her because he already knew the answer. The moment she went to work for him, he’d gotten her background checked immediately. Whoever worked for him would undergo a background check. However, with his previous workers he hadn’t wanted to know more than the bare minimum whereas with Ursula he’d asked his security team to go deeper. He hadn’t asked Tate or Kevin to handle her background as he didn’t want to share her with anyone. His security team were impersonal and did as he told them. There was no risk of them dropping by unexpectedly. Everything was handled by a phone call.
There was a great deal he knew about her. At the time when he’d demanded to know about her present circumstances, but with time, or a week, he’d requested a thorough check. He knew she hadn’t talked to her family because of Paul. He knew she loved going to college and wanted to become a teacher. Being a wealthy man gave him access to everything, including her health notes from the doctor.
Thinking about how much he knew about her compared to what she knew about him made him feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling disappeared as quickly as it came. Ursula was his, and he could do anything he liked. This possessive feeling overwhelmed him. Instead of lying back trying to analyze what it all meant, he leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
After sucking on one he moved onto the other. She began to move in her sleep, her nipples budding to harder points than before. He stroked his hand down her stomach to her pussy. Dipping his fingers into her centre he felt the slickness of her cream. He coated his fingers with her cum then travelled back up to thumb her clit.
He stared into her eyes waiting for her to wake. She opened her eyes with a moan escaping her lips. Her sounds made his dick pulse some pre-cum out of the tip.
“Morning,” he said. At the same time he pushed two fingers inside her as his thumb grazed her clit.
“Morning.” Her legs opened wider for him. She didn’t get chance to say anything else. He kissed her lips moving up and over her.
She kissed him back. He pulled his fingers out of her replacing them with his cock. Ursula wrapped her legs around him as he slid all the way inside. He intertwined their hands by her head as he pulled out of her to push back in. She moved with him lifting her pelvis as he fucked her. He kissed her lips then moved down to her neck and up again. She tilted her head back to give him more access.
Stephen loved her body. He liked the way her soft curves felt against his harder body. She was all woman and fuller. He knew there was so much he could do to her without the fear of hurting her.
“Stephen,” she said. “More. I need more.”
He nibbled down until he sucked her nipples into his mouth. She fought against his hold. He refused to let her go.
“I want to touch you.” She pleaded with him. The sound of her voice undid him. He let go, and in the next instant her fingers sank into his hair pulling him closer. Her hands were everywhere. He wanted her to touch him.
They danced together as he thrust inside her, and she pushed up to meet him. They were perfect. She was perfect. Together they built until she reached between them to touch herself to release. He waited for her to come before he pressed inside her to the hilt as his cum spurted inside her.
Afterwards, he lay by her side stroking her body. She touched his hand or caressed his arm.
“I don’t want this moment to end.”
“Me neither.” He kissed her lips.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she said when he pulled away. Stephen laughed. He kissed her one final time.
“Go on. I’ll be downstairs. There should be a robe on the door, but you could always come down naked.”
She disappeared inside the bathroom, and he went to use another room before he went to the kitchen. He put on a pair of bottoms not bothering with a shirt. He set up the coffee machine, pouring some water into the one compartment while putting the ground coffee beans into another. With the scent of coffee surrounding him, he grabbed the paper from the letter box followed by any mail. The morning air was freezing, and by the time he got back into the kitchen he welcomed the warmth.
“A normal person would have worn a jacket of some kind,” Ursula said. She sat at the counter, her hair freshly brushed, looking refreshed. She wore a black robe, which swamped her. It was the robe he usually wore. He liked seeing it on her.
“Well, I forgot about the weather.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. Stephen handed her the paper before pulling down two cups. He filled hers with cream and sugar while he took his black.
The paper rustled as she turned the page. He handed her a cup as he sat down opposite her. She gave him back the paper taking the drink.