Chapter 2

She was at an angle with her palms on my thighs, and I touched her nipples as my mouth moved over her. Her butt moved back and forth over my chest. I looked at the black leather of her straps and the fishnets around her hips.

She angled her hips to make me touch her clit; I sucked the rock-hard nub in my mouth. Her spine shook and she pitched forward, gripping the wooden headboard over my head and trying desperately to keep her hips still so I wouldn’t lose my pace.

I hummed my enjoyment loudly, and she groaned.

“Harder,” she commanded.

I sucked her in a tiny bit harder and pressed my tongue in to flick her glans.

“Yes! YES! Ohhh—holy shit!” She gripped the sides of my head to her as she convulsed. I couldn’t breathe for a second. My head swam in the moment; I felt like I’d drunk a little too much. My head was spinning.

She collapsed on her back over my lower body, between my legs, and twitched in her orgasm. I panted as I came back to my senses, the purple swirls in my eyes fluttering away. Her legs were still on either side of me; I kissed her calves tenderly.

“You’re so powerful, darling.” I bit at the skin of her calf. “So sexy.” I licked, soothing over it with my tongue. “You did amazing!”

Her breathing became more regular. She stood up beside the bed to finish taking off the leather rig.

She crawled over me and kissed me. Leaning up on her palms, she looked straight in my eyes. “You liked that?” she questioned forcefully.

“So much!” I enthused as I wiggled my hips.

“Hmm. Me, too. That was fun!” She leaned up to claim my lips again.

She hummed as she licked the side of my mouth.

“I need to come now, please?” I finished as a question.

“Oh, yeah!” She bit at my collarbone. My hips bucked up. She kissed my belly tenderly and shifted down. “You made me feel so good, Moriah. Now it’s my turn!” She grinned over my pussy. My head thunked down in arousal.

Her hot tongue moved straight up my center, and her palms pressed on the inside of my thighs to spread my legs.

An electric shock radiated straight up my spine and rendered my pelvis absolutely useless.

I was still feeling submissive, so I didn’t grab at her head. I grabbed at the covers on the bed instead and tried to keep still.

As I’d imagined, she was taking her time, alternating between my clit and the inside of my thighs.

I took a deep breath whenever I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. She squeezed her hands over my front during her ministrations.

“I’m—oh man—I’m getting close,” I squeaked out.

“Come for me,” she panted as she doubled down on my clit and pinched a nipple.

My hips rolled up and down, and the lovely wave of my orgasm approached slowly. She brought me down just as slowly.

I panted and flopped down on the mattress, my heart pounding.

“Baby, you’re so good at that, too. Oh my god.”

She sidled up next to me and laid her naked body half on me. I scratched between her shoulder blades as I got control of my body again.

“Aw, geez!” I huffed out.

“Mor? Are you still speechless?”

I groaned out an unintelligible mumble. It echoed the feeling that began somewhere in my spine and shook through my chest.

I grabbed at an ass cheek and ran my finger into her crack. “One more?”

“I’d like to… but it’s late. I should sleep before tomorrow.”

“Okay.” My fingers left her ass. “Tea?”

“Sure!” She flopped on her back. Her flushed chest was so enticing.

I gave her a quick peck and went to go fix a sleepy time tea with chamomile and honey.

I came back with the mug and she was already under the covers.

She sat up, and I handed her the warm mug.

I quickly picked up the debris of our lovemaking and tossed some clothes in the hamper. I went to brush my teeth, and she was already dozing off..

I slid in under the covers, and she latched on to me. I felt her hot breath at my chest and smelled the sweet tea as I breathed deeply.

I didn’t know what to say to make her feel better about the next day, but she gripped my hip, and I clutched her in my arms as I kissed her hairline. Maybe that was enough.

The next day she was very quiet. I gave her her space and hovered in the kitchen while she got ready. I was panicking for her, but kept breathing, and was determined to be a support for whatever she needed.

I made my breakfast and some coffee. I fixated on my lovely espresso machine, leaning to look at the liquid as it pressed through the basket of the portafilter in heavy drops.

It fell into the ceramic mug, thickly, and the steamer wand hissed loudly as I prepped the milk frothing part.

As I was doing that, she strode in behind me and ran her hand across the small of my back. I thumped the frothing pitcher against the counter and poured it into the thick ceramic mug with all my attention, scrunching my eyebrows in concentration.

I grinned to myself as I made a moderately fine leaf in the crema. I looked around, and saw her looking at me from a seat at the island.

“Sure! I made a cheese omelette with spinach and espresso.”

She grinned widely and stretched her hands out, asking for it.

I smiled and served her, adding an extra sprig of dill, like I NEVER do for myself, just because it looks nice.

“Thank you, babe!” She dug in.

I put her favorite hot sauce next to her. “You’re very welcome, darling!”

I didn’t comment on how rare it was that she had a real breakfast instead of her green juice. I just started to whip up a new omelette and put some butter in the pan again.

“Want me to drop you off today?”

“Okay, call me when you wanna leave. I can pick you up, too.”

“Thank you, Moriah.”

I looked in her eyes, and my spine tingled. Her gaze shot lava down my back as I remembered the night before.

I smirked to myself as I made my omelette and replied, “Any time, Miss Kinsey.” I glanced up. She smiled wickedly as she put a forkful of cheesy omelette in her mouth.

I dropped her off at the front of her building. She gave me a hot kiss over the center console.

I sighed as she walked away and hoped to god they would appreciate her at least a quarter as much as I did.

I wrote the next scene of my new book in a frenzy at the Starbucks by her work for a couple of hours. I didn’t really know how much of what I wrote was usable. It was probably nonsense, given the anxiety I felt.

I went back to our apartment and defrosted a couple of steaks just for something to do. I made white rice and Brussels sprouts between vacuuming the bedroom and stressing about what was going on at her company.

I texted her something neutral after lunch, but she didn’t text back.

Six o’clock was coming around and she still hadn’t texted me. I finally flopped down on the couch and put on a cooking show I liked to drown out my thoughts.

The door clicked about thirty minutes later and she walked through the door.

She sauntered in and took off her heels, leaving them in the kitchen. She came over to me and straddled me as her dress rode up.

I gripped her hips and smiled at her.

“It smells great! What did you cook?” Her eyes were dancing as usual, and my heart calmed with her mood.

“Rice, Brussel sprouts, and I’m marinating some steaks, if you’d like.”

“Yes! I would like!” She gripped my head and kissed me. “We need to celebrate!”

She pulled back, and I raised my eyebrows.

“For why?” I asked playfully.

“Because you are looking at the new VP of Sales for the company!”

“Dude!” I pitched forward and smiled in delight, clutching at her back.

“Yeah!” She kissed me again, and I flipped her to lay her down on the couch.

“That is amazing, darling!” I looked at her. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I did it! What you said! There was the new guy and he was going to take my job. They were going to create a new position for me, but I said I wanted the empty VP job.” As she spoke, she drew little swirls on my bare bicep.

My eyes widened. She was taking too long to continue.

“Well, they left me hanging for a couple of hours, then called me back to the main office and—they gave me the position!”

“Ahh!” I screamed and pecked her face with kisses.

“Yeah! I’ve been signing documents all afternoon, and they congratulated me as if it was really their idea, whatever… But I got it!”

“Dude!” she exulted. “But I think you’re right…”

“I think I need to change something. About my career…”

“I don’t know what yet but, I think something.”

“For now though, I think we’re good!” She grinned.

“All right, then!” I smiled widely at her. “How did you want to celebrate?” I waggled my eyebrows at her and she laughed.

“Well, to start, make those lovely ribeyes you know how to make, please.” She pressed up to kiss me and nudged me to flip us over.

She got up and sashayed away. I watched her as she walked to our bedroom.

I grinned as I brought the griddle out and uncorked our most expensive champagne.

She sauntered back in wearing her pjs. I handed her a glass.

“To new enterprises!” I exclaimed.

“New enterprises and kicking ass!” she added.

“Kicking ass!” I assented, clinking her flute with mine. I pecked her lips quickly and went to plate our dinner.

She told me all about the encounter with the CEO, the CFO, and the new director that was going to take her place. She was such a boss.

“What are your new responsibilities then?”

“I have some ideas about restructuring the regional teams, and I want to see Charles say no to the new shipping system now!”

I grinned at her. “Awesome! It’s about time, darling.”

She hummed and sipped at her champagne. “It’s a little daunting. I’m not going to lie.”

“You’ve practically been doing the job for at least a year. Now you have the title to go with it.”

I looked at her warmly. She smiled back, her cheeks popping up pink and round.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Thanks, Mor. We really are taking over the world, huh?” Her eyes sparkled.

“You bet your sweet ass, we are!”

I held my hand up and she high-fived me, giggling. I stood up and cleared the dishes, giving her a quick peck on her hairline.

As I loaded the dishwasher, a thought occurred. “Maybe we can go out this weekend to dinner with Amy and them to celebrate.”

“We are celebrating tonight too though, right?”

I shot a wicked smile at her over my shoulder. She was lounging in her armchair, working on her fourth glass of champagne.

“Yes, darling. You’re the boss.”

“I’m the BOSS!” she shouted excitedly.

I chuckled as I took her empty flute from her to load it, too.

I came back and scooped her in my arms while she squealed.

I set her down on our bed and took her socks and bottoms off. She took her shirt off and let her hair loose from the hair band. I stripped quickly, too, and kissed the tops of her thighs.

“Let me enjoy you today, love. A little slow worship, please?”

I grabbed the speaker remote and put on my mix of songs for just that occasion. I’d been thinking about having a slow, sensual night and I couldn’t think of a better time than that night to worship her body. The low voices of the choir followed the movement of my mouth over her hot skin.

I translated a line of the song, here and there, since her Spanish wasn’t that great.

“Every time I touch you, the ground shakes and the heavens light up.”

I gripped her soft hips and dug the pads of my fingers in. She ran her hands up my sides, squeezing a breast.

“I come to life when you touch me.”

“How do you come up with this stuff, Mor?” She grinned at me.

“I wish I could take credit, but it’s what the song is saying.”

“Oh! You play it all the time. I didn’t know what it said.”

I leaned down to kiss her bellybutton, wafting hot breath around her pelvis. I ran my lips around her belly while I gripped her sides. Her back arched in arousal and she dug her fingers in my hair. I rubbed myself along her front and mouthed at her breasts.

“Climbing the glowing firmament of your body is a religious experience.”

I sucked her nipple in my mouth and bit down lightly. She arched violently and cried out, squirming her pelvis under me.

“Yep, Holy fuck.” I grinned as I blew on her nipple.

I made love to her breasts, stoking the fire in my own chest. I dragged my lips up her chest and licked her hot neck, smelling the scent there. She wrapped her arms around me and pushed my head harder into her.

Her hair tickled my nose, and I thought of her hair getting horribly tangled in our writhing even as I rendered her a muddled mess, too.

I bit her neck, and she moaned, bucking her hips and getting no relief. Sealing my mouth over hers, I squeezed my arms between her back and the mattress, tangling my legs with hers. My thigh dug into her center. We were entwined together as close as physically possible.

She kissed me back, licking my lip here and there.

“A kiss from your mouth deserves a hallelujah.”

Her eyes danced, and she surged up to kiss me again. I bit the very edge of her lip, and she rolled us over with unusual strength.

She straddled me and flipped her hair to one side as she leaned down to kiss me again, touching my breast. She hovered over my mouth and whispered into my lips.

“Mor? I’m going to need you to stop talking now and fuck me.”

I grabbed her wrists and flipped us back over as she struggled against me, giggling. I won and put her on her back again.

I pushed her pelvis into the mattress with both hands and shifted down. Opening her legs, I immediately dove in to her wet center. She gripped my head and arched her back again, groaning in relief.