April's moans had subsided to a whimper as I filled her up for the second time tonight. I slowly lowered my body and snaked my hands around her lithe frame into a sweaty and passionate hug. I kissed her tasting the salty sweat of her upper lip. I slowly raised myself up and let my dick slide out of her wetness. Rolling over I grabbed a small towel the hotel provided and slid it underneath her hips removing the pillow that was just there. Then I slid up tight to her and spooned up to my beautiful lover who seemed to be still basking in post orgasmic delight.
"Wow, that was wonderful!" She murmured as she snuggled back into me. "Something about it being our honeymoon makes it that much better."
"I should probably not tell you this but that is one of my 'go to' positions when I want to make it good for both of us." I replied. "I have been saving it for tonight."
It is true. I read about it in a Men's Health magazine years ago and it always seemed to get the job done. It was pretty easy too. Standard missionary with a throw pillow or rolled up towel in the small of her back. Lift her legs up and out so you can get as deep penetration as possible and then just go slow. The tilt of her hips lines up her g spot so you are always tapping it on your outstroke. The slower you go the more intense the orgasm is for her. It doesn't work when you are in the mood to just fuck, but it is wonderful when you want a nice slow lovemaking session.
She murmured something incomprehensible then gently floated to sleep in my arms. I was still falling for this beautiful creature even though we had said our marriage vows only hours before. As I lay there I thought back to how wonderful and terrible the last year had been since I had met her at the Red Horse Saloon for the second time.
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She had been very apologetic about her involvement with Brent's stupid prank. It got to the point where I had to tell her to stop apologizing or I was going to make her pay for the drinks. She laughed and said okay. Then she ordered a top shelf Long Island Ice Tea. I wasn't feeling the scotch that night so I just went with my standard Miller Lite in a bottle. Then we talked. There was no band and no one was putting anything on the jukebox that was worth dancing to so we kept the conversation going talking about pretty much anything that came up. I found out that she was indeed THE Livingstone of Livingstone Steel. Her dad owned the company and it was going to be hers when he retired in another ten years or so. He had made her get a degree and work in each aspect of the business before he would consider putting her on the board of trustees. Her great grandfather had started the company with a partner, her grandfather bought out the partner, her dad increased revenue by 50% even through the recession and now she was set to inherit a fortune 500 company.
As she was telling me this I could see her trying to read me for a reaction. I really didn't know what to say. She was beautiful, charming, and rich. I felt my doubts begin to surface but I pushed them down. She had apologized to me. She had asked me out. So I said the first thing that popped into my head.
"Then you are going to want me sign a prenup before we get married. I can live with that." I winked at her.
She looked at me like had grown a third eye. Then busted out laughing.
"And here I thought I would have to pull you along kicking and screaming into this relationship. You are pretty sure of yourself aren't ya?" She grinned.
"Actually not at all." I replied seriously. "I am terrified that this is all a big mistake and you are going to come to your senses and realize how much better you could do than me."
"But until that happens I plan on riding this wave right up until I crash into the shore" I grinned and took swig of my beer to hide my blush.
She put her drink down and kissed me. It was not one of those scorching kisses that had our tongues wrestling like two MMA fighters. It was sweet and sensuous, the type of kiss that you get lost in until you realize you need to breathe. And that was how the night started.
We had four more dates before we slept together. Those dates came over the period of 6 days though so we didn't have to wait too long. I used every trick in every article I had ever read in every men's magazine to make sure she got off. I think I did pretty good. We finished that night at a 8 to 3 ratio of orgasms. She was deathly afraid of getting pregnant so she asked me to wear a condom if I wanted to squirt inside her even though she was on the pill. I figured why not? In the morning she explained that she had plans for children but it was only after marriage and after getting settled. She went on to say that as long as she was on the pill it was never going to be a deal breaker if we were hot and heavy and couldn't find one. It was just that if one was available she wanted some extra protection. It made a certain sense to me. I figured it was worth the trade off for her to feel comfortable and want more love. She had no trouble giving blowjobs without one and told me I wouldn't have to worry about it if I ever took her in the ass. I looked at her with such lust she just laughed and said that she was saving that for her husband.
"I am not a virgin by any means but the man I marry will always have something of mine he can call his own." She laughed as she tweaked my nipples and dropped to her knees to give me a blowjob.
That was another time that my insecurities began to raise. What did she mean by that? How many guys has she slept with? How much better are they than me? I knew my dick was just barely above average at six and a half inches. Maybe she wanted more. I took those feelings and shoved them down as I looked at my girlfriend giving me a world class blowjob and seeming to love every minute of it. After she swallowed every drop I went to reciprocate and she stopped me.
"Bill I like making you feel good. Let me give you a nice freebie BJ or a handjob every once and awhile. And if you feel like bending me over the couch or table and using me go for it. I will tell you if I don't want you to and I know you will respect that. Just so you know I plan on using you for MY enjoyment every once and awhile and if you don't get off I am not gonna feel bad about it." She told me.
Was this woman awesome or what?
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As my love life was going great so was my work life. The guys that worked under me had heard the story of how I turned the tables on Brent and I instantly gained respect in my department. It also helped that April would come by once a week to take me to lunch so they got to see my babe of a girlfriend.
Soon there was a bit of a cold war going on between the IT department and the Sales department. A word of advice, never piss off a nerd because one day your computer shall break. I jumped anyone who was holding up work that needed to be done to keep money flowing in. I wasn't going to allow my team to be responsible for a single missed sale. However anything that was not immediately related to money may have been put on the wrong priority list. Or scheduled for a time when the salesman was on lunch and his presence was needed. Once one of them got smart and tried to fix a problem himself. We took 4 days making sure every piece of malware and spyware was removed then sent him a note telling him to leave it to the professionals. We also catalogued all personal information that was on their laptops. There was nothing wrong with an employee using their laptop for personal use. Some of them went too far however and Brent was one of those.
It came to a head one day when I was called up to the general manager's office. I knew he played golf with Brent so I had prepared myself for this eventuality. Both of them had smirks on their faces when I came inside and shut the door.
"Bill, Brent has some serious grievances against you and I think he may have some valid points." Bruce started.
Bruce was a big guy who came up the ranks as a production and sale employee. He always looked out for his "money makers" as he called them and rarely noticed the support staff.
"That is fine Bruce but frankly if Brent is going to be here I would like a member of HR here also. If that can't be arranged I have no problem discussing the matter with you privately but I see no reason for a salesman to be directly involved in an issue between department heads."
