My Addiction To My Boss Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

My Addiction To My Boss Chapter 7

... him. "You were such a tease today," he murmurs against my skin and I smile, delighted by my latest torture. He turns me around and looks at my face as I lean against the table. "Does your cheek hurt?" His fingers lightly trace over my cheekbone and I shake my head. "No, not anymore," I answer, my voice barely audible. "Good... Let's go to bed." Within minutes, I'm lying naked on my bed and he's slowly inching his way up my body, leaving soft kisses as he goes. There's something extremely sensual about raw, quick, 'I need you now' sex... but there's something just as sensual when he just takes his time with you, moving slow just to draw out the moment, letting the intensity build inside until you need him... right then. And if you don't have him, you'll burst. That is one thing Damien has perfected. By the time he reaches my lips, I'm trembling. The tingle between my legs almost unbearable. He very lightly presses his lips to mine, for just a second; just long enough to make me beg for more. His fingers are interlocked with mine, holding my hands up by my head. "Damien... please..." I say, my voice whiny. I hate to sound like a child, but how much longer is he going to make me wait? He smiles a knowing smile and slowly slides into me. I inhale and close my eyes as he pushes deeper and deeper into me. Once he's as deep as he can go, he pauses until I open my eyes. My lips part from the intensity of the moment... I have never experienced something so intimate, and in that moment ...

... I realize we're not just fucking anymore. "I love you, Damien Parker," I whisper and he groans, his eyes closing as he pulls back, only to push back into me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tight to me, wanting no space between us. As our bodies push and pull against each other, I can feel the moment when we become one. Our bodies creating a perfect rhythm, syncing together and pushing the other closer and closer to our inevitable free fall. I unravel beneath him, begging him to join me as I fall. He joins soon after, and I pray that I land soon. Twenty minutes later we're sitting naked on my living room floor eating chicken Chow Mein and fried rice out of the carton. Clyde purrs softly from the couch as he watches us eat. "So about your brother..." Damien says and my eyes flash up to his. "What about him?" "Why does he think you killed your parents?" "Damien, we've already talked about this. I don't... I don't talk about this." "I know, and I'm sorry... I just think you should talk about it. To someone, anyone. Do you talk to Lara about it?" "Lara knows that I don't talk about it, she respects that," I say, the agitation clear in my voice. "Jane, I'm worried about you." "Because my brother thinks I killed my parents? Really? I've lived with that since I was sixteen, Damien. That's not new to me. So don't start with the therapy shit, okay?" "What happened, Jane? How could you have had anything to do with it?" "They were coming to pick me up, Damien! I was with my ...