Clare woke before Chase. She looked over at him lying on his stomach, his arms curved around his head. She noticed his face held an almost boyish appeal as he slept. She brushed an errant lock of dark hair from his forehead then she gingerly got out of bed. She took the shirt he'd been wearing last night and put it on. The tails of the shirt went almost to her knees and she had to roll up the sleeves. As she did so she could smell him on the shirt. She put her arm up to her nose and inhaled deeply. His scent was a mixture of virility and spicy cologne. She smiled as she made her way to the kitchen.
She'd surprise Chase and have breakfast for him. She was busy putting on the coffee and rummaging through his fridge to see what was available to eat, so she didn't see him standing in the doorway.
He had never seen anything so lovely. He felt himself begin to react to the image of her barefooted and wearing his shirt. She closed the door to the fridge and saw him, "There's slim pickings here for breakfast, but the coffee is almost done."
"Don't worry about breakfast," he said as the walked over to her and took her in his arms. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at him through eyes that held both passion and something more he thought. She could feel his arousal pressing against her belly. One of her hands drifted down to the tie on his robe and quickly undid it.
"It will be a few minutes before the coffee is ready," she all but purred.
Chase led her over to the couch and pulled her on top of him. As she straddled him he unbuttoned his shirt, "This looks infinitely better on you than it ever did on me." He kissed her as his hands found her breasts. His thumbs ran over her nipples until they were hard and erect then he began to suckle first one then the other. He put his hands on either side of her breasts and pushed them together, dipping his head to take both nipples in his mouth at the same time.
Clare gasped and entwined her hands in his hair. As he gently nibbled and bit her nipples her head lolled backwards and she begged him, "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
She reached down between her legs and felt his cock. She raised up just a little and guided the hardness into her velvet folds. She slowly descended until she had taken the full length of him, then she began to rise again. She contracted her inner muscles as she went up, relaxing them on the downward stroke, up and down, over and over again.
His hands found her bottom and he began kneading her buttocks. She was in control and she liked it. Chase rested his head on the back of the sofa letting her fuck him. Her tempo gradually increased until finally they came together with shudders and groans. Clare rested her head on his shoulder as his hands stroked her back.
Chase decided he wanted to spend as much time with her as he could. He helped her get off of him and he went to the kitchen. He brought back two steaming cups of coffee and sat down beside her.
"I've got some vacation time coming," he said, "how would you like to drive up to Meknes this afternoon? We could spend the night and visit the ruins of Volubilis tomorrow."
Her smile was radiant, "Oh God, Chase. I would love it. But are you sure? What about your duties here?"
"I'll get with my assistant manager this morning and set everything up. Of course, you're going to have to wear something other than my shirt, so it will give you time to change and put a few things in a valise to our overnight stay."
After ordering room service Chase left her to meet with his assistant manager and Clare put on the dress she had worn last night, gathered her heels in her hands and made her way barefooted to her room.
The trip to Meknes gave them a chance to talk. Clare found herself even more drawn to Chase. He was unpretentious, he had mischievous sense of humor and it was evident that he enjoyed her company.