She was divine. Every thrust into Natasha felt like it was obliterating the memory of any woman who’d ever come before. The nights I’d spent trying to find something meaningful in the arms of someone else were shattered to dust. The wasted time I’d spent with Valerie felt insignificant now. How had I ever thought she was close to good enough? How had I never realized a woman could be so much more, could feel so much more incredible?

I kept my upper body upright with a hand planted on the bed, but freely used my other hand to grip Natasha’s breasts, which were the perfect size. They were just big enough to give me a handful and then some, with perky nipples that were constantly at full attention for me. I ran my hand over every bit of her, feeling just as mesmerized by the graceful lines of her neck and hips as I was by the carnal pleasure of her pussy’s chokehold on my cock and the soft weight of her breasts. She was an angel. Perfection. Above all, she was mine. There was no denying it.

Every last fragment of her attention was on me, and mine was on her. It wasn’t just the connection of my cock thrusting deeply into her warmth and wetness or the way her moans were spilling out of her more and more powerfully. It was the feeling that we were forming some kind of seal, a bond, like nothing I’d ever felt.

We had been engaged in a fragile dance for weeks now. There was reluctance and caution on both sides. We’d taken exploratory stabs toward each other, toward something meaningful, but neither of us had been ready to take the full plunge. This was that plunge. Every time I pressed myself into her, the feeling grew. We were building something.

And I wanted to build every angle of it just right, so I gripped her hips and turned her over, flipping her to her stomach and making her get on all fours for me. If the way she let out a low, surprised moan when I slid into her from behind was any sign, she approved.

Her narrow waist formed the sexiest teardrop shape as it spread out into her ass. I gripped her right in the spot where her waist was most narrow, loving the control I felt and how I could yank her into me, using her like my own personal fucktoy. I gave it to her hard from behind, increasing my pace until every thrust was punctuated by the slap of my hips against her supple ass.

She reached up to grip the headboard, and I loved that she couldn’t stop turning around to look at me. She wasn’t content to close her eyes and imagine. She wanted to see me. And I could tell the sight of me fucking her was driving her up the wall, because her eyes couldn’t stop flicking from my face to my chest and abs and even my hands on her body.

I reached around her to grip her breasts, which felt even heavier and larger as they hung below her and shook every time I pounded into her.

“I want to see you more,” she said breathlessly. She turned around to grip my shoulder and urged me down on the bed so I was on my back.

I'd always preferred to be the one in control, but the way she wanted to initiate this new position was so hot that I didn't care. I loved every second of watching her climb on top of me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, which was absolutely covered in her arousal, and she eased herself down onto me, giving me the most spectacular view of her entire body, from the way her inner thighs were glistening wet to her parted lips that were still bright red from our kisses.

She gasped with relief as she lowered herself down. When she caught me looking back at her as she started bouncing up and down on me, she looked away, cheeks flushing the most perfect shade of red. I reached up to grip her ass, and started moving my hips up to meet her movements. I was close to losing it now. I was so fucking close.

She put one hand on her own breast, and I loved that it seemed unconscious, like she didn’t even realize how insanely sexy she was as she fondled herself while she rode me.

She leaned forward then, planting both hands on my chest and finally let loose. She gripped me like a handhold and started humping me shamelessly. I laid back and enjoyed the ride, watching her scrunched forehead and her swaying breasts. It was pure ecstasy, and I knew if I let it go much longer, I was going to cum.

I had spent weeks fantasizing about how I’d fuck her, and every time, it ended with me on top of her. It ended with her small hands digging into my back and her legs wrapped tightly around me like she was clinging on for dear life.

I reached up, planted a hand in the center of her chest, and forced her backwards as I rolled up. Somehow, I managed to keep myself inside her through the shift of positions, and within seconds, I was on top of her. I reached back and pulled her legs up so they were wrapped around my waist and leaned down to kiss her.

Then I let her have it. I didn’t hold back anything. I didn’t worry about drawing things out or whether she’d cum before I did, because I could feel how close she was. I knew she was on the edge, just like I was.

Her hands dug into my back, and it was the completion of my fantasy. I was exactly where I’d wanted, and I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm reached the final stage. At the same moment, her fingers pressed even harder into me and she cried out.

“I’m cumming.”

I felt her walls tense around me, milking my cock like her body wanted to make sure it didn’t miss a drop of cum, even though I was wearing a condom. My own cock pulsed, releasing an orgasm that lasted longer and felt more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.

I kissed her once more before slowly sliding out of her and sitting up on my knees. I took in the sight of her, exhausted, spread wide for me, and absolutely soaked.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said.

She licked her lips and looked down at me, obviously still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Any chance you’d be up for a shower?” She asked. “I might need your help cleaning up though. I feel a little weak in the knees right now.”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” I said.

Natasha slept over at my place, and I got ready as quietly as I could the following morning. I slipped out of bed in the early hours and spent a great deal of time on my computer once I’d gotten dressed for work. When I finally heard Natasha’s bare feet shuffling on the floor, I called for her to sit with me at the kitchen table.

She sat down, looking adorably confused with her hair sticking up on one side and her eyes still puffy and squinted from sleep.

“You’re all dressed?” she asked.

“Yes. I did a little work this morning researching a potential employee. I’ve looked over her body of work and decided she would be an incredible fit for our the team at Galleon.”

She looked uncomfortable, like she saw where this was going and was trying to figure out how to politely shut it down. “Bruce… I appreciate it. I really do, but I don’t want to be your intern again. I want to be with you, but I don’t want to work as some kind of slave getting paid charity money.”

“I’m not talking about an internship. I’m talking about a real spot on my team. I’ve seen that you have a head for this, Natasha. What most of my employees do isn’t about having the right college degree or learning the right formulas in school. It’s just instinct and what’s up here.” I tapped my temple. “I read your articles. You have an amazing grasp of the real reasons a business ticks, and that’s half the battle with marketing. We can easily teach you the rest.”

She frowned, shaking her head and looking down at her hands. “I don’t know what to say. I mean, I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I still feel like this is just you finding a way to give me a handout. I know I need it, but it’s important to me to earn my way. I never wanted to feel like I was a burden on anybody or like I didn’t belong. Besides, my dream was always to be a journalist. I don’t even know if I’d like being a marketer or whatever it is you’re describing.”

“I’m not going to lie to you. I want to give you money. I’ve wanted to give you money to fix your problems even when I was trying to push you out of my life. I’d never have missed the money it would take to set you up to live happily for years and years in the city, but I knew you were the kind of person who wouldn’t take a handout. You’re proud and you have integrity. I love that about you. So believe me when I say this isn’t a handout. If I had looked over your work and thought you really couldn’t do the job, I wouldn’t be making you this offer. Would I be going through the trouble of digging through your articles if I didn’t know you? No. But that’s life. Getting the good jobs is sometimes about who you know, and taking this wouldn’t be taking any more of an advantage than half the people living in the city have taken.”

I waited.

“If I accepted this job, I’d need to know you weren’t going to treat me special just because I’m your—”

“Lady of the night?” I suggested.

She gave me a sour look, but then grinned. “I was thinking more along the lines of the ‘G’ word.”

“Hmm. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Girlfriend,” she snapped.

I smirked. “Well, if you’re going to be so persistent about it, then sure. Also, I need clarification. Is the girlfriend thing a condition of your accepting the position, or is it separate?”

She looked like she was trying to glare a hole straight through me.

“I’m kidding,” I said softly. “I already thought of you as my girlfriend, even before yesterday. You were my ex for a little, and now you’re my girlfriend again. Okay?”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” she asked.

Now it was my turn to glare.

She held up her hands in defense. “Kidding, too. But to answer your question, no, I still want to be your girlfriend with or without the job, obviously. I’m just saying I don’t want to be a joke. I don’t want everyone looking at me like I screwed my way in. You know?”

“Technically you did bang the boss.”

“One of the bosses,” she added.

“Good point. Also, make sure it stays that way.”

She gave me an amused look. “I think one Chamberson brother is more than enough for me. You have nothing to worry about.”

“It does play havoc on the ego. The guy looks exactly like me. If a woman ever cheated on me with him, what excuse would I have?”

“Well, maybe you don’t have to worry about ‘a woman’ anymore and you can just start worrying about me.” She paused for a second after she said it and then covered her face. “God. I’m sorry. I just went too hard, too fast and also implied you had to worry about me cheating on you in the same sentence.” Adorably, she flicked one finger up to peek at me from behind her hands.

I was smiling. “For some reason, I’m not sure there’s going to be such a thing as too hard or too fast with you. And as far as the cheating goes?” I leaned across the table and beckoned her to lean forward too so I could kiss her. “I’ll make sure you don’t have any orgasms left to spare for anyone else. I’ll have you cumming in the morning, after work, and before bed. You’ll be all mine. Every last drop.”

She leaned back, tried to rock her chair back on two legs, overbalanced, and started pinwheeling her arms for balance. Her eyes went comically wide and I barely reached out and caught her wrist in time to keep her from falling backwards.

“And,” I said. “I guess I’ll have to also make sure I keep you alive in between all that.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said.

“Which part. The never-ending supply of orgasms, or the keeping you alive part?”

“All the parts.”