Setting down her champagne flute, she giggled as she pulled off the numerous decorative pillows of varying fabrics and sizes, stacking them on a chaise at the foot of the bed. Worth helped from the other side and finished off his bubbly as Jessica pulled the covers back, laid the rose to one side and slid between the sheets.
They snuggled and wrapped around each other with arms and legs, kissing softly. After a few moments, they rolled onto their backs and looked up at the ceiling, admiring the polished wood trim creating a design overhead. It had been a busy day—the meeting with Molly at the office, packing, shopping, airport, the flight, the limo ride. Outside, the sky was growing darker.
As they were both quiet in their thoughts, Worth finally asked, "What should we do now?"
Jessica laughed. What now indeed? To be this happy, just lying beside the man she adored. It was a dream come true. She turned to face him and playfully pulled some of his chest hair. "I didn't notice a chess board set up, but we could probably have one sent up."
"I love it when you laugh," Worth said, taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all the passion he felt for her. Their tongues danced furiously as hands moved passionately, exploring one another anew. Jessica felt as though she was floating on air as she put her arms around his neck. Stroking his head as her pelvis inched closer as if with a mind of its own, she gave herself to the kiss, to her man, to their intimacy.
"Have I ever told you that I find you incredibly attractive?" Worth murmured as they finally released. "You kiss pretty well, too," he added with a chuckle. "And you fuck—"
"Such language, Mr. Vincent!" Her lips found his again. No longer was he just Bathroom Guy, the audacious man who had stolen her heart in the dark at a Halloween party. No longer was he just the boss who valued her mind and her writing. No longer was he Mr. Proper, annoyingly apologetic and ever mindful of reputation. He was her lover, her soulmate, her everything. She giggled. "I like you a little bit too."
"You've changed my life in so many ways, Jessica," Worth said as he hugged her tightly.
"Halloween night. Wonder Woman meets Darth Vader. That was the night that changed my life," she replied, softly kissing his chest between words as she reached her free hand beneath his pajama pants to play with the hair below. "It may have taken us a while to get here, but there's no going back now, only forward." She stopped and sat up. "Which reminds me, there is something I've been aching to do since yesterday."
"What's that?" he asked.
"Turn over."
When he complied, she pulled his pajamas off and straddled him at the knees. "Well," she said seductively. "I think it's my turn." She reached back and slapped his bare buttocks so sharply that her hand left a red mark.
Worth rose on his elbows with a laugh. "Okay, okay. I get the message." He rolled over, sending her tumbling over onto the bed. Hovering over her, he pinned her arms above her head the way she had pinned his, the day before. "Pleasure only. Pleasure, pleasure and more pleasure." He grinned with a hungry leer. "Sometimes a little rough but always pleasure. Understood."
Worth released her hands and pulled her up to help ease her arms from the robe's sleeves. "The teddy is beautiful on you, but this just will not do at all. I need skin." He found the snaps at the crotch of the red satin and undid them then pushed the material up over her head.
When Jessica lay back down, she thought he would make love to her or perhaps tickle her lady parts with his beard as she guided his head to just the right position. Instead, he turned around over her so that his erection dangled over her mouth. As he bent his head down to meet her welcoming heat, she took him by her hands and kneaded hard as she sucked and nibbled lovingly between her own low moans of delight. Together, they rocked on the bed until Jessica thought she would scream with sheer excitement. A wonderful prelude, but not the main event I need. She pushed him up as hard as she could.
Surprised as she wriggled below him so that her face was under his, she whispered, "Kiss me while we fuck." There's a time for making love, she thought. And there's a time for fucking. And this is...it. She gave another moan as he entered her.
With his mouth on hers, Jessica reached for his buttocks to pull him even deeper inside. Slowly at first, then frenzied, they reached their climaxes at the same time. Worth raised himself above her, then pulled her over on top of him, still huge inside of her. "That's some planet you're from," she murmured as she began to move in sync with him again. She came again…and again…until Worth arched his back, taking her face in his hands to kiss her ever so gently before rolling her off to curl beside him.
Their breathing slowed as they held each other, aglow with an intimacy neither had imagined possible. "Would you like more champagne?" Worth finally asked. "I think we deserve a toast after that superb performance, don't you?" Chuckling appreciatively, he slid off the bed.
Jessica watched him walk around the bed for the flutes and to the table where the bottle still chilled, admiring every inch of him. He was so confident, so free of self-consciousness, only conscious of their shared love and desire. No longer erect after making love several times, he nevertheless cut an impressive figure. Raising herself and leaning on one elbow, Jessica whistled softly. "I like you naked best, too."
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