"Fuck me…God, fuck me hard."
My pleading excited him, and he began stroking into me faster and faster until his cock was like a piston sliding in and out of my body. Even more, as Eric inched closer to coming, he revealed his penchant for dirty talking that made my body feel like it was on fire.
In my ear, he groaned, "Fuck…your cunt is so tight, baby. You're going to make me come so fucking hard for a second time."
I arched my back and tilted my hips to feel more of him on my clit every time he slammed into me. I desperately wanted to come and to feel him fill me up.
My thighs began to quiver against his sides as my orgasm raced through me. Eric continued to pump into me, stretching me to take all of him as my body began to surrender. Suddenly, I closed my eyes and bright colors exploded in the darkness as I came harder than I had ever come in my life. I dug my heels into his back while everything in me focused on my pussy and the incredible sensations his cock created in me.
As I got lost in my ecstasy, Eric thrust his hips one final time until he was balls deep and a second later, he stilled inside me. I felt his cock twitch, and then he flooded my body until his release trickled down between us and he sagged against me and the wall.
Exhausted and more satisfied than I'd ever been with a man, I slowly trailed my fingers along his shoulders. A thin sheen of perspiration sat on his skin after our time together, and when I touched the bottom of his hair, I felt it damp against my fingers.
"Fuck...that was incredible," he groaned softly next to my ear. "I don't know if I can move after that."
I clung to him, hoping if he did move that he didn't drop me. "Maybe we should see if we can move toward the bed."
He leaned back and smiled. "The bed might be too far."
"Just don't drop me on the floor."
Easing out of me, he turned toward the bed and took a step, and that was it. We fell onto the bed, still in each other's arms, neither of us able to move after our time together.
Eric looked over at me and chuckled. "I was hungry before, but now I think I'm starving."
"Sorry about the lasagna. I guess that's probably why you're starving now."
He kissed me softly on the lips and nodded. "Probably, but this was better than any food I've ever eaten in my life."
I had no idea what would happen next. He hadn't fired me before we hooked up, so I was still technically his personal cook. But now that we'd slept together, would I still have my job, and even more, would fucking my boss be part of my new duties?
As much as I didn't usually like extra responsibilities heaped on me at work, I think I could handle that.
Yeah, I could definitely handle that.