Holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to slide along hers over her p.u.s.s.y. He heard the catch in her voice as he moved with her. Her juice coated his fingers, making it easier for him to work her c.l.i.t. His c.o.c.k was hard inside her.
"You"re close. Let me feel you come around me."
"I want you, Stephen." She cried out as her climax held her in its grips. Her p.u.s.s.y grew tighter. Her finger kept moving, and he pounded her p.u.s.s.y holding her hips in his hands. He loved watching her t.i.ts move every time he f.u.c.ked her hard. He felt the pulse of his arousal grip him. His b.a.l.l.s got tight, and his c.u.m shot out of him inside her body. He growled as his release surged through him making him tingle from head to toe. They held each other riding out their climax.
When they came down, Stephen collapsed over her, holding his weight off her. She was panting for breath, and so was he. The moment he caught his breath he lifted up checking her body. He saw the red finger prints on her hips and knew they would be bruised by morning.
She touched her side. "They don"t hurt."
His c.o.c.k was still inside her. He didn"t want to lose the connection with her. Holding her in his arms, he moved into a sitting position with her help. She lay in his arms with her head on his shoulder. He brushed her hair aside, stroking the length.
Ursula looked at him.
"You"re mine now," he said. He felt the words like a state of ownership. Ursula was his woman, and he would be keeping her.
He knew he needed to talk to the other men at the club. This feeling inside him was something he"d never experienced before. She kissed him before laying her head back on his shoulder.
Stephen knew he would do anything to protect her. All he needed to do now was convince her of his own feelings.
Chapter Six.
Ursula lay in his arms not knowing what to do. Being with him had been one of the best experiences of her life. She liked the thought of being his woman, but did he mean the words, or were they just the after moments of really good s.e.x? His arms surrounded her. He played with her hair while she stroked his chest. She touched his nipples feeling the way his body changed.
"You"re sleeping in my bed," he said.
She smiled. He no longer asked but told her. She didn"t mind. Why didn"t she mind? No man had ever gotten away with ordering her around. Stephen was different. She"d known he was different from the first moment they met. His brooding reeled her from the start. She had wanted to bring him out to see him smile.
"Do you want something to eat?" he asked. She shook her head. Words failed her when usually she could do nothing but talk. "I don"t like you not communicating. What"s wrong?" He took hold of her chin getting her to look at him.
"Nothing," she said with a smile. "I"m simply basking from being together." Ursula wrapped her hands around his neck.
"That"s it. Hold onto me."
She squealed, holding him in a death grip. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted up off the floor. Stephen was a tall man, and glancing over his shoulder made it look like a long way down.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You"re going to give yourself a hernia or even worse, break your back holding me. I"m not skinny, Stephen. Put me down."
What did she get for her trouble? A slap on the a.s.s. The heat from the sting made her bite her lip. She couldn"t believe how turned on she was from his love taps. Some of them had hurt, too.
"You"re not going anywhere. I"ve got you."
"I"m not light. You"re going to hurt yourself."
"Ursula, I lift weights, and I like the way you are. Stop moaning, and hold onto me."
She wouldn"t be able to let go. "I"m afraid of heights."
"I"m not that tall."
He moved out of the room to the stairs. She squealed. "You"re not taking me up those stairs. I can walk Stephen."
"Hold onto me."
She tried to squirm away from him, but he held his ground. "Stephen!"
"Mr. Knox to you." He slapped her a.s.s then held her as he began walking up the stairs, each step making her jolt in his arms.
She glared at him. "I"ve never called you Mr. Knox, and I"m not going to start now."
"Sir, then, or Master." Ursula went to challenge him on the t.i.tles, but she stopped as she liked the sound of them. She smiled. Laying her head against his ear, she licked his lobe before biting down gently. "Are you going to f.u.c.k me again, Sir?" she asked.
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 f.u.c.k me again, Sir?" She spoke the words again, only this time she said them with a smile.
His c.o.c.k 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 asir"?"
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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 s.e.m.e.n. 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 c.o.c.k 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 t.i.ts 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.
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 circ.u.mstances, 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 a.n.a.lyze 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 p.u.s.s.y. Dipping his fingers into her centre he felt the slickness of her cream. He coated his fingers with her c.u.m then travelled back up to thumb her c.l.i.t.
He stared into her eyes waiting for her to wake. She opened her eyes with a moan escaping her lips. Her sounds made his d.i.c.k pulse some pre-c.u.m out of the tip.
"Morning," he said. At the same time he pushed two fingers inside her as his thumb grazed her c.l.i.t.
"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 c.o.c.k. 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 f.u.c.ked 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 c.u.m 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.
"I never read the paper."
"You"re a student. Shouldn"t you read everything important?"
"That"s the business paper. I couldn"t understand a word."
She sipped her coffee, and he moved the paper to one side. "I"d better get back to my apartment and do some damage control with Paul."
His grip tightened on his cup. He didn"t want her to leave. "You don"t have to leave. You can live here."
Ursula stood moving round the isle until she was next to him. "And you"ll be banging your staff?"
Stephen caught her hand in his, settling her down in his lap. "Don"t think about yourself like that. This is more," he said.
"I work for you, Stephen. This won"t work. We"re too different."
"Then you"re fired. If your problem is working for me I"ve just sorted it out."
"It"s not that easy," she said.
"Yes, it is. This is my house, and what I say goes." Stephen knew he"d need to go to the club to talk to his friends about these feelings. The thought of her leaving him or going back to Paul left him feeling angry with the need to take and not let her go. "You"re not going back to him. I won"t let you."
She cupped his face. "I may have been stupid for staying with him, but I"m not stupid enough to go back to him."
"You"re staying here," he told her.
"I can"t."
"Yes, you can. I"ll go with you and pack up some clothes for you. In fact let me handle everything, and you won"t have to worry about anything." He liked his plan more and more.
"Stephen, you"re not thinking about this."
"Look at me, Ursula." He waited until he had her attention. "Don"t argue with me. I know what I want. You"ll be living with me, and that"s the end of it. I"m not leaving you in that place where he can get to you."
"I"ve got to go to college, and I work for you."
"I fired you."