"Yes, Kimber."
"Then do it."
That's when he starts thrusting in and out of me in measured strokes. Every time he plunges in, I feel my body coil tighter and tighter with my impending orgasm. When I start getting closer, my hips try and start a faster rhythm, but he doesn't let me.
He has control now, and he's not letting me take it away from him. I slip my hands underneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. His taut back muscles tell me how much control he's exerting right now, and a part of me wants to make him crazy enough that he loses control.
"You feel so tight around me, Kimber. When was the last time you got a good fucking?"
I let out a laugh at that statement, but I'm not proud of the answer to that question.
"Never. It's never been like this before."
He picks up my legs at the knees and lifts me up so he can go even deeper. I can feel him reaching my special spot with this position, and I let myself go.
"You want to come, princess?"
"Yes, please."
"Say it louder."
"YES, please."
"LOUDER. Shout it from the rooftops."
"LUCIAN, GOD DAMN IT MAKE ME COME RIGHT NOW!"
"That's my good girl."
The words make me melt. His thrusts become harder and faster, over and over again, never having mercy on me and my hungry pussy. I'm coiled tight inside, and the fast movements make me burst apart in an amazing climax. He rides the orgasm out with me and then I feel him jerk as he releases his load inside me.
I realize I've closed my eyes again, so I feel when he drops to my side and then brings me into his arms. I'm almost speechless but I feel I need to say something to him.
"That was…"
"I don't think you'll find a proper adjective for it."
My body is loose, and my legs are trembling. He's being a pompous ass, but I'm too relaxed to complain about it.
"Fine, you rocked my world. Thanks for an amazing night."
"Oh, but the night is not over yet, princess. There's lot's more to come."
In the end, I couldn't really find an adjective for the best night of my life.
Chapter 8
Kimber
The past two weeks have been a nightmare. I can't keep any food down in the mornings and am really tired early in the afternoons. My mood is down because of this. After coming back from my 'vacation', I was on cloud nine and nothing could bring me down.
Five weeks later and I can't get my head out of the toilet. I'm right in between feeling better and getting tired when my boss and best friend, Becky, comes into the office restroom.
"What is going on with you, Kimber?"
"I don't know, Becks. If it were the flu, it would be consistent during the day, but I'm just throwing up in the mornings."
"Have you felt dizzy and tired too?"
