Page 116 of The Boss Upstairs
But again, he pulls from me. “Sit on the bed.”
I oblige, and sit on the edge of his comfy bed in nothing but my bra and heels. He drops to his knees at my feet, and smiles up at me. He takes my foot in his hands, and works the clasp of my ankle strap. He slips off the shoe. I present him with my other foot. No man has ever removed my heels before. There’s something quite sexy about it. I don’t remember Donovan ever doing this. When he’s finally done, and my beautiful Chanel sandals are abandoned on the floor, he trails kisses up my thigh. I pull him to me and we kiss again. He reaches for my hair, and removes my hair clip. My hair falls over my shoulders in waves.
“I prefer you like this,” he says. “I love your hair. I love the feel of it against my skin.”
I reach for his suit jacket, but he stops me again. “I’m not done with you yet.” He reaches for the clasp of my bra and toys with it.
I smile. “Having a little trouble?” I turn on my stomach. “Try again.”
He laughs. “Don’t be a brat, Grasshopper.”
“It’s what you love about me, isn’t it?”
“Kind of.” He slides his tongue down my back, and bites my ass again. “That’s for being naughty, my sweet girl.”
I smile. I don’t think I could ever tire of this.
I turn back to him, and he pulls off my bra and takes my breast in his mouth. I throw my head back on the bed and enjoy the feel of his greedy hot mouth on me.
But I’m impatient. “My turn.”
I reach for his jacket and eagerly pull it off. He watches me intently as I quickly loosen his tie. “Maybe a little fun with this later?” I say playfully.
He cocks a brow. “Perhaps.”
I reach for the buttons of his shirt, and undo them as quickly as I can. He helps me with the cufflinks on his sleeves. Finally, I’m almost there as I peel off his undershirt. I lick a slow line up his torso, delighting in the salty taste of his skin. The sound of his moans arouses me to no end. I’m all thumbs as I fiddle with his belt and undo his fly. He helps me along and pulls down his pants. I peel off his purple boxers and reach for his erection. I can’t wait for us to be one.
Finally, when we are both in our birthday suits, the mood shifts. What was frantic and hurried becomes soft and slow. I find myself under the weight of him as he stares into my eyes. “I want you under my bed sheets,” he breathes against my ear.
I slither up his bed covers, and we laugh as we both throw pillows haphazardly like young girls at a sleepover. He pulls the covers and invites me into his arms. I snuggle in, warm and cozy, and we stay like this for a long time. “This is my personal heaven,” he says. “Just you and me, under the covers.”
“Mine too.”
“I could lay like this all night.”
“No sex needed,” I quip.
He laughs. “Well, don’t get too ahead of yourself. I don’t know if you’ve noticed…”
I reach for his hard-on. “Oh… I’ve noticed. And I like very, very much.”
His grin is playful when he swivels right on top of me. I love the weight of him, the feel of him, the warmth of his breath on my cheek. He trails soft kisses along my jawline. His hands are gentle as they dance over my curves. I explore him too as we kiss. We get lost in this beautiful dance for what seems like forever. And it’s perfect.
Finally, he sinks into me, and makes long sweet love to me.
