The hand between my legs caressed me so gently that at first I wondered if I was dreaming. Then his other hand circled my nipple and teased it to a taut pinnacle. I could feel his erection thickening against my buttocks. He started kissing the back of my neck, the particularly sensitive bit between my shoulder blades. I tried to keep my breathing even and stay as still as possible but I couldn't suppress a shiver when he kissed me there. I felt more than heard him laugh against my back.
"You are awake, then, girl?" he asked. In answer, I pressed my buttocks back onto his cock and placed my hand over his at my breast. He shifted slightly behind me and raised my hips a little. Then he swiftly entered me with one firm movement. From this angle his penetration was deep and I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. He wrapped one strong arm around my waist as he withdrew agonisingly slowly. His other hand still toyed gently with my clit, teasing it to a tight, pulsing point of pleasure that sent tremors down my thighs at every stroke. I felt a rush of arousal as he penetrated me again, grinding himself against me, his fingers thrumming over my clit. I tried to meet his thrusts by pushing back against him but his arm tightened around my waist preventing any movement. Trapped against him and completely at his mercy, I surrendered and let his firm strokes lead me towards another climax. The hand at my waist moved to the other nipple, tweaking and teasing it to tautness.
His kisses at my neck sent shivers all over me. He ran a hand along my back, forcing me to arch away from him allowing him to penetrate even deeper, driving my desire to dizzy heights. I could feel my orgasm building and my internal muscles began to flutter. Just when I thought I could take no more I began to hurtle over the edge and came with what felt like a huge explosion of pleasure. I shook with the energy of this release, senses spinning everywhere as the ecstasy rushed through me like a torrent. He held me with one hand at the back of my neck and the other at my hip as he thrust within me, seeking his own satisfaction in an almost mindless frenzy. I felt his hot breath grow fast and ragged as he plunged faster and deeper within me. Abruptly his movements stopped, then he growled, his whole body shaking as he poured himself into me in violent, shuddering spurts, one fist curled into my hair, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh on my hips. Then he collapsed against me, burying his face in my neck with an intimacy I found shattering. After a while, he began to relax and his breathing slowed. I snuggled back into his embrace and went back to sleep.
*
I shook my head as if to dislodge the memories, pulled my fingers through my hair and started pulling on my clothes. As I left the bathroom, I found him awake and a light on.
"Making your escape, then?" I nodded and continued looking about for my shoes. He got up, wrapping the sheet around himself. "Why?"
How to answer, I mused, so many thoughts swirled through my head. I wasn't ready to face the real reason I was leaving but the other one that stood out was fear. I was afraid of the passion we had shared last night, afraid of what it might mean, afraid of its impact on our working relationship. But most of all, I was back to being afraid of him.
"This is wrong, it shouldn't have happened." I found one shoe and saw the other under one of the chairs.
"Not true, this should have happened weeks ago. Try again, girl." He reached for me and wrapped his arms around me. I made a feeble attempt to free myself but he tightened his grip and raised a hand to stroke my cheek. The gentleness of his touch was like hot lava and ran through my body, ending between my legs with a jolt.
"I have to go home, get a shower, prepare for later," I muttered.
"Bollocks," he said roughly, startling me. "You are already prepared and as it's only 4am. If you stay another 3 hours you've still got time to go home and get changed."
I looked up into his eyes and saw they were bright with passion and twinkling with amusement. He entwined his hand in my hair and pulled me into a kiss so deep my head swam and my knees went weak. I moaned against his tongue as he plundered my mouth and all thoughts of leaving scattered.
He gently broke the kiss and pulled away to look at me.
"Well?" he said, his blue eyes laughing as he held me up with one arm. "Lost for words, girl? Makes a nice change."
I dropped my shoe and snaked my hands up around his neck, digging my nails in where I'd learned he liked it. He responded with a growl, lifted me up, pushed me down on the bed and laid full length on top of me. Heat radiated from him as he ripped the sheet from between us and I felt his erection pressing insistently against my hip. I released his head to wriggle of out of my dress yet again and he broke the kiss to help me. As soon as it hit the floor his mouth was on my nipples, his hot tongue laving one, his fingers pinching the other and I felt the first flutters of an orgasm building already. His legs eased my thighs apart and I felt his cock impatiently nudging against me, where I was already wet with the knowledge of what was to come. He lifted his head from my breast.
"Look at me," he commanded. So I raised my eyes to his as I wrapped my legs around the small of his back and pulled him into me, my fear temporarily abating. He thrust forward, and as he bottomed out he paused, his piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. I ached with a need I hadn't felt in a long time - had thought I would never feel again. Impatiently, I wriggled my hips.
"Still think this is wrong?" he said, as he slowly withdrew, one hand stilling my impatient movements.
