We pulled into the parking lot with his smooth, BMW 7 series, and put it into park. We talked a lot on the way home, about mostly random stuff. We talked about foods that we like, sports, business goals, and what our jobs were like.

His sounded like it was highly stressful. He had to make very tough decisions all the time that would greatly affect a lot of people. Then, he would have to live with the consequences of any fallout that came with it. As the CEO, he always got a lot of credit and blame for everything that happened.

I started to take a little sympathy on him. It’s usually hard for me to feel sympathy for a corporate guy that rakes in millions. What would such a person have to worry about? They could just buy their way out of trouble, so I thought.

Know what I learned most? CEOs are basically just regular people. They have the same human bodies, health problems, family structures, and dynamics that many people do. Some of them have senses of humor, while others do not. It took me a long time to understand and appreciate that, but I finally got there.

And that, not surprisingly, changed the view that I had about Tyler. I no longer saw him as corporate slime. I saw him as a fun-loving guy who really tried to enjoy life and take as many advantages as he could get. That made him remarkably down-to-Earth.

As we walked into the penthouse, I no longer felt like I was a person who just happened to be staying there. I was starting to feel like it was home. I was coming home after having a romantic evening with my ‘boyfriend’ that was full of fun and passion. Then from there, we would shut our eyes and share the same bed together.

It sounds corny, I know. I do want him a lot, now. This was no longer a casual crush for me. This was a full-fledged attraction. I wanted him – heart, mind, and soul. I didn’t just want his cock or his money. I didn’t just want to stay in a nice place that he would pay for. I wanted his heart.

If he gave his heart to me, I could safeguard it and protect it from anyone who would want to hurt him. He comes across as a solider armored with iron, but I knew that deep down, there must have been a soft inside. From inside the ‘shell’ he would emit love, kindness, and grace. It was somewhere in his heart, and I wanted to find it.

I thought about relationship possibilities with him as I was brushing my teeth and combing my hair. The Colgate toothpaste made my mouth and gums feel fresh. In a way, it reminded me that I felt fresh with Tyler. We had turned the page and were beginning to start a story together.

After I got into my PJ’s and got all prepped up, I got into bed and looked over at Tyler. He was staring at me. I don’t like when people do that – especially men – because I don’t know if they are admiring me, or found something stupid on me.

This time around, it was the latter. He saw something on me that looked laughable. “You’ve got a bit of toothpaste just above your upper lip. You’ve got a mustache like Hitler, but yours is white. Ha!” he quipped as he started laughing at me.

I quickly wiped it off and brushed it on the side of the bed. He then started undressing and got himself all nude. Mr. Nude yawned and kept his eyes focused on me after I cleaned up my mustache.

His eyes were looking at me and not flinching or blinking. I’m not a psychic, but I could tell they were eyes of attraction. He was staring right into my eyes. I only wished that I could read his mind.

At this point, I had a little too much booze (and not enough self-control) to be reserved and cautious. That’s just what alcohol does. We lose the ability to think rationally, and behave prudently. That’s what happened here, because I blurted what had been on my mind for a few days. “Do you still want me?”

He grinned over at me and squinted his eyes. “Yes. Of course I still want you. Your beauty and charm didn’t just go away.”

I stared at him, and he stared back at me. That’s when the erotic ‘flirt game’ began. We were coy to each other. We started off by throwing out hypotheticals. “What if I kissed you deeply on the lips? What would you say about that?”

“I would let you” I said as I smiled back at him. I didn’t tell him that I would try to slip him tongue, because that’s what I was thinking. I wanted to come across as ladylike.

He kept talking and talking, and nothing was going anywhere. I was about to turn in and call it a night. When I did that, he reached over and kissed me on the lips and had me gently pinned down against the mattress.

I’m glad he did that, because I really wanted him and was relieved that it finally happened. I also think he should be the one to make the move.

I started kissing him softly and slowly, but then I pulled off and breathed deeply with a huge inhale. I needed to lay down the rules if we were going to be intimate. “Let’s get one think clear and straight, okay? I’m not going to sleep with you to get the contract. Do you understand that?”

“Of course, I agreed to that. If you have sex with me, it will be at your own free will” he said with a deep exhale as he needed to catch his breath, too.

What did we do next? Well, it was just amazing. I stretched out and pulled him on top of me. Within just a few minutes, we were kissing and heavily panting. It was the most romantic sex I have ever been had.

The first thing I did, was just kiss him softly on the lips and rub my loving fingers all over him. I wanted to make him feel comfortable and loved. I kept my right hand loosely around his waist, while I kept the other just against his chin while he was kissing me.

I loved how his stubbly face felt against my hand. He had just a little sweat that was coming off it as well. I liked how that felt. His skin was soft and smooth. He smelled really great.

We kissed and just held each other for about ten to fifteen minutes. A lot of men don’t understand that women don’t want sex to go for five minutes, orgasm, and then be done. We want to be romanced and want the heat to build up. Then, we want it to last as long as possible.

A real man can make out and have sex for a minimum of a half hour – if not longer. It takes a real man to romance his woman and do that for her. Sex is about what is best for both of them, and not just him. That’s a crucial thing.

I think it was something that Tyler knew very well. While we were making out, he didn’t try to stick himself inside of me, or get too rough. It was smooth and gentle. He just kissed and rubbed. He did that softly with only his lips, his tongue, and everything in between.

I was ready to move on and do more with him. So, naturally, I reached down and started rubbing his hard and thick cock. I played with it a little bit too, just to spice up the mood. I took my thumb and rotated it in quick circles over the head of his penis.

He moaned while I was doing that. I loved how it felt on my hand, too. I stopped doing it because my mood was changing.

He was giving my lip a playful nibble. Once he let go of gently nibbling my lip, I pushed him away, and scooped back my right arm. I re-positioned and held him tightly because I was really feeling just great. I didn’t want it to end, so I held him tightly in place and moaned with delight.

He leaned right into me and kissed me while moaning loudly. I didn’t expect him to love it that much, but he did. Then he leaned into me and slowly slid his dick into my pussy. “Yeah, sweet princess. Does that feel good?”

He started riding me very slowly at first. I felt his cock getting even harder. When he was sliding it in and out of me, my tight pussy was wrapped around his cock and I bet it made him feel good. I also took my hand and rubbed my clit while he was doing that.

I egged him on, because I don’t think he was moving fast enough. “Come on, you sexy stud who I want really bad! Push harder. I want you!”

He listened and started pushing in harder and faster. My tits were bouncing up and down and the bed was rocking around. I licked my lips at him and cheered him on some more. “Come on, baby. You know I want you. Ride me so hard that I won’t be able to walk.”

That triggered him to keep going, so he kept thrusting and pounding me. He was humping me so hard that it was making a loud sound that sounded like someone was clapping.

After a full ten minutes, his legs locked and his eyes closed. I knew what was coming. He was about to orgasm and I pushed up my hips right against him. I wiggled and twisted my hips against him. It was done. I felt him tremor deep inside of me. I smiled and hummed softly right after it happened.

I wrapped my legs around him because I loved how he felt when he was on top of me. My legs are fairly strong, and I wouldn’t let him go until I wanted to. Then I came up with a great idea.

He started squirming around and tried to break loose. I wouldn’t hear of it. If he wanted to pull away from me, he would have to earn it. “Let’s play a game.”

“A game? What kind of game?” he said as he released himself onto me as I held him in place. He blew out a mild exhale and rubbed my feet lovingly. I almost didn’t say anything after that, because I love having my feet rubbed.

I pulled his face off me a little bit, and kept my strong leg scissors on him while he was laying on top of me. “We’ll play a trivia game. The first one to get three questions right wins the game. The questions are about our workplaces. The losing person then has to get the other person to orgasm. In other words, the winner gets pleasured. Deal?”

He laughed loudly and kissed me just quickly on my soft, and partly sweaty lips. “God, that’s crazy. Okay then. Sounds like fun. Who poses the first question?”

I pulled my fingers from my right hand up to my chin as I was thinking for a question. “What is the name of my boss?”

“That’s easy. Frita” he said with a cocky smile.

I decided to tease him and punish him for the wrong answer. “Nope. Her name is Franca.”

I blew him a kiss because I was psyched that he might lose the game I’m a nice and caring person, so that was my way of letting him know that I still cared about him.

The game went on for another few minutes. He lost three in a row, and I won three in a row. Was it fair? Well, no. I knew everything about his workplace because of the amount of research and homework I did on it. So, naturally, I won.

When he was declared the loser, I released him from my leg scissors and sweetly asked him to lay down. “Can you please lay down for me, baby? My turn to orgasm. Go ahead and lay down on your back.”

He sweetly did as I asked and laid down on his back. I bet he was never so happy to lose a game like that.

I sat on his face, and grinded my pussy right over his mouth. I made sure that I didn’t do it too rough, because I didn’t want to hurt him. I just hoped he would smell my pussy. If he was going to be my man, he needed to eat it and love it.

I started riding his face and gently grinding my pussy against it. “Does it feel good, baby? I want you to love how it feels.”

He just gagged and groaned underneath me. I did see a ‘thumbs up’, so I knew he was enjoying it. I still needed to orgasm.

I took my clit and started rubbing it feverishly at moderate friction. I started to moan and arch my back because it felt so good. I hadn’t cum in a while, and I was really turned on.

After ten minutes of riding his face, I came…hard. I pushed out a giggly laugh and smiled down at him right after I finished. It felt good – really good.

I heard him moaning, but I kept my little butt planted firmly on top of him. I didn’t put full weight down, because I wanted my man to be able to breathe. Then I hopped off and lay down beside him. I smiled and winked at him.