Page 26 of More Than A Boss

“Please, don’t stop!” Allie panted. Just when Allie thought she couldn’t take another second of this exquisite torture; he moved his hand between her legs.

In a husky voice he said, “You’re so wet, I want you to come for me,” and quickly finding her labia he started rubbing gently, then began stroking her faster and faster before finally inserting his finger into her vagina. Thrusting in and out, he began going deeper and faster, until she exploded in climax. She rode wave after wave of sensation as she writhed against his fingers.

“Oh my God!” she cried out.

She reached and pulled Zane’s low-slung boxers further down to expose his throbbing hard shaft nestled in dark, curling hair. She grasped it in her hand and gently began to fondle him. With her other hand, she reached behind his penis to cup him gently, sifting and rolling his roundness. He groaned in ecstasy. She began sliding her hand up and down his engorged erection, quickly picking up the tempo, her grip firm yet soft.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” Allie pleaded.

“Are you sure, Allie?” Zane said breathlessly.

“Yes! Please!” She pulled his boxers down further and used her feet to push them off the rest of the way.

He rolled her onto her back, his knees parting her thighs wide. Poised over her, muscles taunt, he paused for a moment, mounting her, and looked deeply into her liquid brown eyes. Seeing her expression of rapture, he guided his erection and thrust deeply into her vagina. At first, he moved slowly in and out, but as their arousal deepened, he plunged faster and faster into her moist, receptive womanhood. He panted as he rode her harder and harder. Muscles strained, his buttocks contracting with each plunge, biceps and triceps holding him over her, raw and defined, his sweat glistening on his brow. She wrapped her legs around him to hold him tighter against her. He watched her heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust. He reached out to pull and pinch one nipple as she moaned with a desperate need for release. She was so beautiful in her abandon, he wanted to possess her in a way he didn’t understand or recognize. It was mating in a primal way, and he felt a lust far beyond his control. He couldn’t wait for her any longer and he climaxed just as she did, calling out her name. They were transported to another place and time as ancient as life, overwhelmed with rapture. As he spasmed inside, he could feel her vagina pulsating against his penis. She throbbed against his manhood as the waves kept coming. They were both panting heavily.

They lay there spent for some time until Zane said, tongue-in-cheek, “Now what was your name again?”

“Oh, you!” Allie lightly punched him, and he quickly retaliated and began tickling her.

They rolled around the bed, wrestling playfully, naked limbs entangled. The sensuous feel of her soft silky skin against his hard, sinewy body, his heavy muscular thighs pinned her to the bed as he went in for another deep, passionate kiss. The feel of his naked manhood no longer erect was sensuous in another way. Finally spent, he stayed on top of her, breathing in her scent mingled with the musky smell from their lovemaking. She savored the feel of his weight on top of her. Drowsy with satiation, he rolled over pulling her with him so that she was now draped across his body and they dozed off into a light sleep. A short time later, Zane woke up and kissed Allie awake, suggesting that they get up and take a shower.

He agilely sprung out of bed. Graceful in the way of a panther, he was pure, raw animal. What a specimen, Allie thought. He was at home and confident, striding around with no clothing, much more so than Allie, who felt shy under his perusal. The sight of his ripped abs and muscular thighs as he pulled her up out of bed made her lust for him all over again.

Zane adjusted the water temperature, and warm water cascaded over her body, dripping down her full swollen lips, onto her breasts, sliding over her nipples, on down her flat belly. Zane poured some scented bath gel into his palms and began to lather her.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

Complying, she turned facing away from him as he seductively massaged her shoulders and back, moving lower until he reached between the gluteal cleft of her rounded buttocks and massaged, inserting his finger into her vagina from behind. Her knees felt weak as if they could no longer support her. He gently continued lathering her inner thighs, working his way all the way down her body. Rising, he turned her to face him and applied more gel to his hands and repeated the ritual. Starting at her chest, he lathered her breasts, thumb circling her nipples as his large hands cupped and massaged, causing Allie to groan out loud. He continued his tactile exploration, caressing her belly and between her legs, just a brief flirtatious tease promising more to come. Working his way down to her feet, he crouched as she held on to him for stability, lifting one foot at a time, kneading the muscles with strong confident hands.

Allie looked down at Zane and said, “It’s your turn.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiled widely, revealing his dazzling white teeth, the dark unshaven stubble giving him a dangerous quality.

“Oh, Zane, you are way too sexy by far,” Allie said, as she slathered her hands with suds and started rubbing his body. Beginning with his shoulders, she worked her way down each arm, kneading his strong biceps, then forearms, grasping each of his hands and gently stroking every finger, thoroughly massaging each digit. She studied his body through lowered lids, noting his broad shoulders, the muscularly defined chest, with water rivulets following the path of his dark hair all the way down to his phallus.

Massaging his nipples and moving down his torso, she reached the apex. Zane was already hard and waiting. He lifted her up into his arms and pressed her against the shower wall. She wrapped her legs tightly around him as he entered. Thrusting powerfully into her like a stallion, his steady staccato rhythm building until he was blindly plunging into her receptive entry. They both came again simultaneously.

With their arms wrapped tightly around each other, they just held on for several minutes while the waves from their climax subsided. She loved the feel of her cheek resting against his wet shoulder while the water cascaded down their intertwined bodies. She licked some droplets from his neck. Unwrapping her thighs from around Zane, Allie stood on unsteady legs. He leaned down and kissed her softly. He began raining kisses all over her face, making her giggle.

“I love you!” Allie blurted unexpectedly.

Zane suddenly became very still, not sure how he felt yet about her declaration. Love, he thought, that was the last thing he ever wanted to feel again. Did he love her, he asked himself? He certainly had feelings for her. He missed her when they weren’t together. He couldn’t wait to see her at work.

“Allie,” he said haltingly, “I’m flattered and honored that you could have feelings like that for me. I’m not worthy of it,” he said awkwardly.

Allie pushed Zane away, embarrassed at her slip. She had been carried away by her passion and blurted out something she had only just discovered herself.

“You don’t have to say anymore, Zane. I understand. I won’t make this out to be anything more than what it was: two consenting adults having great sex. I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, enough said!” she said, trying to put on a brave face while inside wanting to curl up in a corner and cry.

Zane put his finger under her chin tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes, “Allie, you and I know it was much more than that. You just took me by surprise. This is still too new for me to know how I feel about everything. I do have deep feelings for you, Allie. I really do. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to respond the way you would have liked, but I’m honest if nothing else, and I never want to lie to you, Allie.” Feeling suddenly lonely, he tried to pull her back into his arms, but she stiffened up, so he released her.

They exited the shower, each of them toweling themselves off separately. Allie, embarrassed and quiet now, kept her back to Zane as she quickly donned her robe. He vigorously dried off, returning to the bedroom to retrieve his clothes from the night before.

“I’ll meet you downstairs after you’re dressed, Allie, so we can come up with a game plan,” he called to her as he went downstairs.

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When Allie joined Zane in the kitchen, it evoked the previous night’s scene and the fear that went with it. Back to reality, Allie thought despondently. Zane had already put the coffee on and was opening cabinets, searching for Kit’s food as she weaved in and out through his legs.

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