Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 18

Closing the door quietly behind us, our laughter fades. I take his jacket off, tossing it to the side, and I walk to him in the dark. "Are you sure? Knowing about..."

His kiss cuts me off. Reaching around to the back of my neck, he unties my dress, and then says, "I've never been more sure about anything, Maddie." His pants are hugging his erection, as his body presses into me, I get to feel his bulge. His lips never leaving mine, he walks me backwards to the bad. The moment my thighs hit it, I'm falling into softness of it and being pressed down as he crawls on top of me.

His kisses are consuming, his hands setting me on fire, but he's taking his time. Caressing my cheek, hands in my hair, lips against mine as our tongues taste and each other. He pulls back so he's on his knees kneeling between my legs. He reaches down, pulling my loosened straps so my chest is on display to him. I raise my knees so the skirt of my dress slides up to my waist, exposing me even more. He moans, his hands landing on either knee and slowly sliding down my thighs. Once he reaches my center, he moves his hands to my breasts. Much more than a handful, as he gently squeezed and caresses them, they spill out of his hands.

"You're so beautiful, Maddie. And my god, I think you're trying to kill me. If I'd known all night that you were completely bare under this dress, I'm not sure I'd have been so patient getting back here." He laughs quietly. Leaning over, he tongue traces the globe of my breast, first one and then the other.

My nipples are painfully hard as I beg him, "please, Donovan..." while arching my back to him.

He chuckles a little more, "patience sweetheart, we have all night. And I refuse to rush this." He continues kissing my chest, and moves up my neck, settling between my legs again as he does. I rock against him. Even clothed, this is so intimate. He finally runs a thumb across my nipple and I moan, much more loudly than intended. He silences me with his kiss, leaving me breathless.

Leaving my lips, he moves down my body a little and at the very moment he runs a finger along my hot, wet slit, his lips close around my nipple. I tangle my fingers in his hair, and press my chest up towards him. With the same tenderness he kissed me the first time, he licks and sucks and kisses my nipples. Gently, slowly, lovingly. He is taking his time with me, just like he said he would. His finger hasn't parted me yet, he's just trailing it softly over my pussy. Tortuously. Pulling back yet again, I cry out in protest. But he doesn't leave me. Instead, he works my dress down my body to my hips. Standing up beside the bed, he works it down my legs, dropping it to the floor.

He puts a knee on the bed to get back on and I quickly sit up, stopping him. Reaching forward, I begin to undo the buttons of his sexy black button up. Working one by one, his chest is displayed before me. Then, his stomach. Sprinkled with dark hair, the trail from his bellybutton to the top of his pants is like an arrow leading to the prize. I get on my knees on the bed as I slide her shirt down his arms. Kissing his shoulder, then trailing kisses across his chest and to the other shoulder. He take a step forward, hands landing on my waist and sliding down to my hips. "I lied Maddie, if we do this, I don't know that I can stand it just being one night."

I shake my head and run my hands up to his face. "Shhh..." I kiss him. "No. Not one night. But, Donovan, I need time to figure this out. It's been one hell of a weekend and I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't confused."

He leans into me, his bare chest against mine. I feel him nodding, "I know sweetheart. And it's going to hurt like hell knowing you're probably going to be in his arms again, but I promise you," he pulls back to look at me, "I promise you, if you're honest with me and if you tell me I'm the man you want, I can be patient."

I nod my head my quickly, "no secrets, D., I promise."

My hands move to his belt. Once undone, I quickly undo his pants, pushing them down. He grabs my hands and pulls me to him, kissing me. "Lie down, sweetheart." I do as he asks and he kicks his shoes off, socks and pants quickly following. My eyes are on him as he moves to pull off his briefs, his cock springing free.

He crawls on the bed and up between my legs. Lowering himself to me, he kisses me. "I'm trying to spend the time worshipping your body like you deserve, but right now, I just want to make love to you. I want to bury myself in you and feel you wrapped around me."

I wrap my legs around him, feeling his cock press into my stomach as I pull him close. "That's all I want. Please, Donovan."

He kisses me softly and lines himself up with me. As he slides into me, inch by throbbing inch, I moan into his kiss. His lips moving down my jaw to my ear. "Maddie... baby..." he moans. Hips moving with mine. Slowly, appreciatively. "Maddie, I've wanted this for so long, I don't know how long I can hold on."

I bring his mouth back to mine and push to roll us over. Me now straddling him, him even deeper inside me. I'm sensitive and sore from my time with Dimitri, but Donovan deserves every piece of me. I sit up and begin riding him slowly, rocking my hips side to side, rolling them forward and backwards. Lifting up with my thighs and lowering myself back down, I look into his eyes. He's watching me, mesmerized. His hands make there way to my breasts, tweaking and teasing my nipples. I speed up a bit just as one of his hands moves down to stroke my clit. At his one touch, my hands flatten on his stomach and my legs begin to quiver. Soon, I'm trembling everywhere. His thumb not letting up as I ride him and this orgasm.

I collapse down into his chest and kiss him again. Still rocking my hips. His come up to meet me and he grips the back of my neck kissing me more passionately and I feel him cum. His entire cock jerking inside me, as he groans into my mouth. I tighten my thighs to squeeze him. He ends our kiss and looks at me as he says, "you're perfect, sweetheart," brushing my hair back, "absolutely perfect." Pulling out of me, we neither one move, except to tuck me into his side.

It was no where near as rough or as uninhibited as my time with his father, but it was so much more fulfilling. For the first time in over a decade, I feel satiated. I feel at peace.