"We need to talk," Cade said the next morning as she was dressing herself. He had already gotten dressed and was obviously preparing breakfast when she finally came awake. She had been so relaxed after her orgasm that she slept like a log. Now she felt more alive and awake than she had done in ages. Having sex with Cade was obviously the best medicine for total relaxation, she smiled smugly.
Finally concentrating on his words she looked at the sober man standing in front of her. She raised herself up and prepared to face anything he had in store for her. Still she could not stop her eyes from wandering hungrily all over his body.
"About what?"
"About us, of course."
"Don't tell me you want to talk about marriage again," she bit him off quickly. "It's a ludicrous idea."
"Is it? So why do you jump into bed with the boss then?"
"Definitely not to make you marry me."
"Why not? You're not pleased with my fucking? Have you not gained any pleasures from it? Enough orgasms?"
"No, I have heard some rumours about multi-orgasms, but you still haven't convinced me in that area," she said humorously. "I can't marry a guy who can't give a woman several orgasms in a row. It should practically be a part of the wow." She smiled smugly at him and started to walk past him and heading straight toward the breakfast he had laid out on the table.
"Breakfast," she said with water in her mouth. "Good, I'm starving." But before she could reach the food a hand gripped her arm and a warm male body came closer to her.
"Why don't I try to convince you then?" Cade asked huskily and tumbled her onto the bed again.
"I was only joking," she said humorously. "I never intended to put any dents in your male pride. Although you could need to come down a peg or two," she grinned as she put her arms around him and dragged him down on top of her.
Just as suddenly every thought of food had left her brain. All that mattered was the thought of urgency -- of taking advantage of this male adversary when she still had the chance. Her body was screaming to be filled by him again and again, until she would feel sated and content. Then she could leave him.
He kissed her open-mouthed while his hands roamed all over her body. Her nipples tightened to his command and she felt herself heating to every small touch from his hand. A feeling of unease washed over her for a short while, before she pushed it back and tried to concentrate on the pleasure she was feeling. Right now she didn't want to think. She only wanted to feel alive and sexy, and having this incredible male following her every beck and call was highly arousing.
She reached out her hands and stroked his body, moving her hand from his throat and slowly further down until she cupped his large erection in her hand. She squeezed slightly and he gave a responding groan, making her smile smugly and starting to unbutton his pants.
"Not so fast," he growled, and reached for her hands. Holding them above her head he flipped her over on her stomach and she gave a surprised whelp as if she had lost her treat. She tried to turn around again, to see what he was up to, but he lowered his body on top of hers and prevented her from moving away. Dragging off the rest of her clothes she only protested mildly as she enjoyed his ministrations and the feeling of loosing control to this powerful and dominant male. She shuddered as her arousal spread and caused her cunt to liquefy in response to the fantasy.
"What are you doing?" she wondered as she lay down again on the bed.
"Trying to convince you," he murmured in her ear before he started dropping kisses on her neck and further down her back.
She shuddered as he moved slowly down over her back, gradually moving closer to her ass. She tightened her muscles in anticipation as he kissed her cheeks and moved slowly down to the back of her thighs and further down her legs. All the time he stroked his hands over her skin, trying to feel as much of her skin as he could and she shuddered again by the intense feeling of being worshipped. She felt her cunt moisten and she wanted to end this torment. Trying to reach for him, she turned over to the side, before he rolled her back on her stomach again.
"Lie still!" he ordered and moved upwards and dropped small kisses on her lumbar regions. Her back arched in an automatic response and she raised her bottom toward him -- silently begging him to do more than just kiss her.
She growled in desperation as he continued his soft touches and dropping small kisses up toward her shoulders again.
"Wrong direction," she murmured.
"Patience," he answered her softly. "Just be patient and you'll enjoy it even more."
"Just get on with it will you," she said louder and listened to the grumpy sound of her voice. Almost as a child who was frustrated when not getting the sweets she wanted. Still, she could not contain the frustration bulging through her. She wanted him to take her fast and hard. Not shower her with sweetness that almost made her sob with frustrations and unwanted thoughts of happily-ever-afters. "Just take me," she pleaded.
In response he gave her left ass cheek a loud whack that made her squeak.
"What are you doing, you maniac?" she turned and snarled at him. The pain was minor -- only a tingling feeling was felt in her cheek.
"Lie still," he said again. "Or you'll get another one."
"Now look here," she said angrier now. "I'm not into BDSM so you'd better stop this right away."
