Chapter 4

Derek

I called my chauffeur to pick us up from the firm, and waited for Amy. I sat on the couch, exhaling deeply as I leaned back and closed my eyes.

This woman was more incredible than I ever could have imagined. Every curve of hers was sexy. But it was more than that. There was something indeterminately coy about her—some rare balance of intelligence and innocence—that drew me closer and drove me crazy. Already, just thinking about her, I was starting to get aroused again.

I heard the bathroom door open and turned. She’d put on that sexy red dress again, and put her hair back up. I smiled at her.

“My driver should be here in a few minutes,” I said, standing.

“You have your very own driver? Fancy.” Amy smiled. I resisted the urge to put her back on my desk.

I led the way out of my office and to the elevator, where we stood in silence as it descended. Amy was staring at the wall, something clearly on her mind. I worried that I had done something wrong, but when she glanced up at me, a grin returned to her lips.

A sleek black Cadillac was waiting for us by the door. My chauffeur, Adam Ferrow, opened the door for us, nodding his greeting.

“So,” Amy said, once we were settled in the back seat. “Do you really have someone to drive you around everywhere?”

I shrugged. “I’m a busy man, Amy. Time is money. Driving takes more time out of your day than you’d think, and you can’t multitask. So while he’s driving, I can make phone calls, read reports, all of that.”

“He sleeps, mostly,” Adam said from the front, glancing at us in the rearview mirror. Amy laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“How many times have you almost gotten us killed?” I sat forward, “Jesus, Adam, you’re the worst driver I know. And yet I haven’t fired you.”

Adam put on a face of mock hurt. “I am offended, Mr. Rittsman. I’m not a bad driver, I just go fast. Tell me, have you ever been late?”

“Fair enough.” I laughed and settled back, wrapping an arm around Amy. She nestled into me, laying her head on my shoulder. God, I could get used to this.

It was a thirty minute drive to my villa outside of the city. Amy fell asleep as I looked out the window, my mind wandering back to the predicament with my father.

I woke Amy up as we arrived at the gates. She yawned and blinked sleepily, but stayed leaning against me.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed, as the gates swung open to reveal my home. She rubbed her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe it. “You live here?”

The building was relatively small, but beautiful. Trees sprung up from the immaculately manicured lawn, shading the two-story villa. It was clean, white and modern, reminiscent of art deco. It didn’t really appeal to my style, but I couldn’t complain.

“I’m just renting it, at the moment,” I explained as Adam stopped at the door. “It’s not too close to the city, but not too far from work. It’s convenient, but I still have privacy. Come inside and I’ll give you a tour.”

Since we had arrived, Amy’s eyes had been near-perfect circles. She was amazed by the villa. Perhaps, having grown up in a wealthy house, I had become desensitized to the luxury, but I could still appreciate her reaction.

“This place is,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“My pleasure,” I said.

After tipping Adam and bidding him goodnight, I took Amy’s arm and led her up the stairs and through the door.

“You don’t decorate much, huh?” Amy said, looking around at the blank walls and open rooms.

“Yeah. I mean, I live alone, and move around a lot. It’s easiest to stick with a minimalist style. Just what I need.”

“Very… frugal of you,” she said.

“Were you expecting something else?”

Amy scrunched her nose. “I don’t want you to think that I made a bunch of assumptions about you beforehand, but sure. I was thinking, you know, a bunch of crazy stuff. Don’t get me wrong, this house is beautiful. But it seems… empty.” She looked at me. “Lonely.”

“Hmm.” I thought about her words, which hit me in the stomach. Lonely, indeed. I forced a smile. “I think you’re reading too much into it.”

“Probably.” She tilted her head, and said nothing else as I led her around the house. I was now painfully aware of the lack of decor. Maybe I should buy a painting, or something.

“This,” I said, as we reached the top floor, “is my bedroom.”

Amy peeked her head in. “Whoa. You have, like, a huge bed.”

I smirked. “I might have splurged a bit.”

She ran in and jumped on it, surprising me with her sudden burst of childish joy. She giggled, bouncing on her knees, before glancing back at me.

“Well? Are you gonna join me?”

“Uhh.” I stuttered a bit, feeling the start of a hard-on. She was drunk, relaxed, and playful. She gestured toward me coyly, biting her lip. “Let me go clean up a bit. I’ll be right back. Do you need anything?”

She shook her head, still laughing to herself. “Nope. Hurry up.”

I obeyed, turning and heading quickly to the bathroom. I undressed, leaving on just my boxers, and freshened up my deodorant and cologne. I did a quick mouthwash rinse and splashed my face with water, then looked myself over in the mirror.

When I returned to the room, Amy was still kneeling on the bed. She’d let her hair loose, so that it fell around her in long curls. She had a peculiar look on her face as she stared into space, her nose crinkled in thought.

“You have something on your mind,” I asserted, standing in the doorway.

She glanced up at me, biting her lip. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

I moved to sit beside her, sliding a hand on her thigh. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing about, beautiful.”

“I mean, sorry if I seem weird.” Amy looked up at me. “I’ve just never… umm… all of this is kind of a first for me.”

I nodded, understanding. “It’s always been my policy to separate business from pleasure, but the moment I saw you, I knew I’d break my rules for you.”

She blushed, and looked at her hands. “That’s not exactly what I meant. I’m just saying, I’m sorry if I’m not… good at it.”

Realization flooded me as it clicked, and I leaned back in surprise. “I’m the first person you’ve slept with?”

Amy nodded shyly.

“I never would have guessed,” I said, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. “You’re so… irresistible.”

She snorted. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Hey.” I lifted her chin with my finger, so she had to meet my eyes. “Are you serious? Amy, you are undeniably the most attractive woman I have met. The fact that I am the first man lucky enough to be with you is almost unbelievable to me. I wish I had known.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “Why?”

“If I’d known it was your first time, I would have loved you better.”

“No, I mean, it was great.” She smiled. “For me, at least.”

“And it was phenomenal for me. All I mean is, I could have been more careful, and you deserved better than being taken on my desk.”

Amy was quiet for a few seconds, watching me with an unreadable expression. Then, so slowly, she leaned forward, so her breath tickled my lips.

“I believe in second chances,” she whispered.

That was all it took.

I guided her back onto my bed, kissing her gently while I ran my fingers through her hair. She rested back on the pillow and wrapped her arms around my neck. I stroked the back of my hand across her cheek, caressing her smooth skin, catching my thumb on her lip. Then my hand found the strap of her dress, and slipped it off her shoulder.

She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, and tasted sweetly of booze.

“I want you,” I murmured between kisses. “I want to feel you. I want to taste you.”

I scooped her back up into my lap so that I could unzip her dress with ease. The fabric dropped silkily from her body, pooling at her waist, then on the floor as she slid it off. Our underwear soon followed.

Back on top of her, I continued to kiss her… more passionately now, parting her lips with my tongue. She responded with equal enthusiasm, wrapping her legs around me so that I was against her. My hard cock pressed onto her. She arched against me, making a small moan.

“Fuck me.”

“Not yet,” I said, moving my lips to her neck and my hands to her breasts. I sprinkled small, teasing kisses on her skin. My fingertips circled her nipples. She was practically shaking with need, but I took my time, not neglecting an inch of her. I wanted her to know what it felt like to be loved completely.

“Please,” she pleaded, as my mouth found one nipple, and my hands went lower, squeezing her thighs. “I want you inside me. Derek.”

The way my name rolled off her tongue, I almost didn’t have the self-control to not obey her. Instead, I glanced up at her, grinning.

“Someone’s impatient,” I said.

“I just… oh fuck.” She gasped as I began to rub her clit, smiling up at her. “Stop teasing me, damn it. Oh.”

I had every intention to not stop until she was pulsing with pleasure. Pushing two fingers inside her, I smiled as she moaned again.

“Does that feel good?” I coaxed, stroking her wet slit.

“Mmhmmm.” She was tilting her head back. Eyes closed and lips pursed together, she looked as if she was trying not to give in. I would have to fix that.

I lowered my mouth, my lips brushing her clit. She took a breath and looked down at me, trembling with anticipation.

She let out a high pitched sound as I started sucking on her clit. If I hadn’t had one hand on her hip, she might have pulled away from my grasp. Relentlessly, I licked her clit and fucked her with two fingers, until she was screaming my name.

“Keep… keep going… oh my God.” Her fingers knotted in my hair, and her thighs squeezed the side of my head as she convulsed in orgasm. I didn’t slow down for a minute, until she had fallen back, taking long, quiet gasps for air.

I kissed a path back up her body, landing on her lips so she could taste herself on me. She responded in turn, pulling her still-shaking legs around mine. She didn’t say anything — she was still out of breath — but I saw her words, her demand, in her eyes. I obliged.

As I pressed the tip of my cock into her, she threw her head back and let out a primal moan, as if her very survival depended on me fucking her. Slowly, I slid the rest of my length into her, unable to stop the groan that escaped my own lips.

Everything about her turned me on. How she bit her lip in a vain attempt to stop the sounds of pleasure from escaping. How she dug her nails into my shoulders, pulling me against her. How, with every stroke, her grip on me, both physically and mentally, became stronger.

Her breasts bounced as I began to thrust into her faster and harder. I took them in my hands, admiring their supple softness. My grip moved to her hips, holding her in place as I fucked her.

I groaned, pulling almost completely out before plunging back in. She was so fucking tight, and so fucking sexy. I wouldn’t last much longer.

She grabbed a fist of my hair and guided my face to hers, kissing me. Every time I penetrated her, she arched into me in turn. Her body oscillated against mine, so perfectly coordinated, as if we were designed to fit together. She was the tide, I was the beach, and I wanted to drown in her.

I came hard, pinning her down as I emptied into her, convulsing with every wave of pleasure that flooded me. She ran her hands up and down my back, burying her face against my neck as I lay on top of her, feeling, in the best way, depleted, exhausted.

Finally, I found the energy to move, just enough to pull out of her and fall to the side. She cuddled against my side, laying her head on my shoulder and peering demurely up at me.

“So,” I said, with as much as a laugh as I could manage. “How was take two?”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to move again,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “I don’t think I can move.”

“You don’t have to.” I turned slightly toward her, and put an arm around her.

“Mmm, good.” Amy let out a content sigh. I watched as her breathing slowed, her face relaxed, and she fell asleep. I was quick to follow suit, nothing but happy and satisfied. We lay, naked and tangled under a clean white sheet.

I woke with the most excruciating erection. I must have been having a wet dream. I felt like I was about to cum.

Then I realized it wasn’t a dream. I was awake, and Amy’s lips were wrapped tightly around my erect cock. She was sucking me off, while I slept! What a naughty girl.

I reached down to her head and knotted my hands in her hair, pulling her head down on my cock as I thrust gently upward. She took me right into the very back of her throat, then let me slide back out of her.

“Oh God,” I moaned as her tongue ran in circles around my throbbing head.

Next thing I knew I was cumming. My cock poured it’s cum into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop like an angel.

When I was finished, she licked her lips and came back up to join me.

“That was incredible,” I moaned, kissing her on the mouth.

I didn’t care that I could still taste my cum on her lips.

We fell back into a deep sleep, her wrapped tightly in my arms, our legs and bodies intertwined.