Rachel's Accident (12 page)

He was the most skilled kisser and if he hadn’t held me I would have melted into a puddle at his feet. Heat pooled in my stomach and the juncture between my thighs was getting suspiciously tingly.

He ran his hands up and down my body. With every motion he got rid of more of my clothing until I stood completely naked before him. I gasped as our bodies touched skin to skin and he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue in.

Slowly he started making love to my mouth. I couldn’t hold back my moan of delight. He rubbed his thick erection against my belly and I moaned again. I could feel my folds become slick with need.

As if he could read my thought he let his hand wander downward and gently stroked me between my thighs. I could hear another throaty moan escaping my throat as he found the place where I ached most for him.

He rubbed his fingers gently over my nub and then through my folds. Now it was his turn to voice his pleasure. He groaned low in my ear as he slipped one finger inside my aching core.

“You’re so wet and tight
. I could explode right now with just the feel of you squeezing my finger.”

His words made even more heat shot to my core in response. He slowly started moving his finger in and out of me, keeping up a steady rhythm.

My hands grew more frantic, stroking over his arms and shoulders and snaking around his neck to keep myself upright. He never moved his mouth away from mine as if he just couldn’t get enough drinking me in. I moved my hands into his hair to anchor myself and pull him even tighter to me.

The pace of his hand grew faster and faster. He added another finger and I felt so full, but I was still aching for more. With his thumb he started rubbing my throbbing nub again and I exploded all over his hand with a loud cry.

He drew out the pleasure, his fingers still moving inside me. When I was spent and sagged against him he slowly pulled them out and I felt instantly bereft.

He stroked my sides and back. Then he pulled his mouth away from mine and I followed, not wanting him to stop kissing me. He chuckled at my behavior
and gave me another brief kiss on the lips. Then he moved his mouth over my jaw and down my throat. He kissed his way toward my breasts, circling around them, but not touching them.

“Please,” I begged him.

My nipples were already tight, hard peaks, begging for his attention. My breasts felt heavy and aching. I wanted his mouth on my nipples, sucking and licking them to his heart’s content.

He
complied
my choked plea and moved his lips over my nipples in a soft whisper of a kiss. He then took one into his mouth and sucked.
My back
arched
, pressing me closer
to his mouth and
I
tugged on his hair, wanting
to pull him even closer, still.

One hand moved around to the front and started playing with my other nipple. The remaining hand stayed on my back, moving up and down. Now and then it skimmed over my butt and gave it a passing squeeze.

When he pulled his mouth away from one nipple and changed over to the other he put his h
ands under my butt and pulled me up his body. I crossed my legs behind his back as he pressed me into the cold tile wall.

I shivered at the difference of the heat in the front from the shower and his body and the coldness in my back. His shaft pressed against my opening, demanding entrance, but he still held back and caressed my body until I squirmed.

Then he slowly sank into me, inch by delicious inch. He stretched me almost to capacity and I felt even fuller than with his fingers inside me. He waited for me to adjust to his throbbing length. Then he started moving and white hot pleasure shot up my spine and all the way into my toes.

I was moaning and calling his name, urging him on. He moved faster and faster in and out of my tight heat. His cock seemed to grow even thicker inside me, which could not be possible considering his already great measurements before.

As I neared my peak again he slipped one hand between us and pressed his thumb against my nub.
His strokes sped up in time with the movement of his thumb, rubbing circles over my throbbing clit.

I came apart in his arms while crying out his name. My walls clamped down around his length as I
orgasmed
and his movements became jerky and rough. With a few more strokes he buried himself deep inside me and I could feel the heat
of his seed
shooting into my womb.

We were
both
breathing hard as he slowly sat me down on my wobbly legs and helped me steady myself. His bandages had come off during our frantic lovemaking and I could now see that his hands were almost completely healed over again. They had now a pink glow to them from the exertion, but apart from that they were completely ready for action again.

He kissed me again and started soaping my body and hair. He rinsed me off and then it was my turn to wash him and run my hands over his delicious body.

By the time we toweled each other off we were panting again.
And couldn’t seem to stop touching each other’s bodies.
We stumbled out of the bathroom and over to
his king sized bed, where he lay me down and made
slow, sweet
love to me again.

Spent we lay together afterwards
, trying to calm our erratic breathing
. We were practically curled around each other and fell asleep in that position.

When I woke up I looked over to the alarm clock and discovered it was shortly after noon. I looked around a little disoriented and found Ethan watching. When our eyes met he smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead.

I
was
sure my face was beet red as he pulled away again.
He smiled again at my reaction
and pulled me closer to him.

“I…,” I tried to say something, anything, but couldn’t think of anything appropriate at the moment.

As if my stomach knew how to divert the awkward silence between us it growled loudly.
We both laughed as Ethan’s stomach answered with an even louder grumble.

“Let’s get something to feed our little monsters,” he said good-naturedly.

He to
ok my han
d and we wandered to the kitchen completely naked.
He wouldn’t let me get a single piece of clothing to cover myself. I was extremely conscious about my body and was glad when I could put on an apron and cover my nakedness up a little bit. With that attire I quickly
pulled ingredients out of the fridge and
co
o
ked us something fast.

“I always imagined what you would look like in an apron with nothing else underneath, but this is so much better than my imagination could ever be,” he said as he caressed my backside while I was standing at the stove.

“Don’t distract me or we’ll have another accident,” I warned him.

“That’s okay. If my hands go missing completely, you’ll get to help me all day every day
and I get to be around you and have your wonderful hands on me
as often as I want
.” He hugged me from behind and rubbed his hard length against my backside.

Oh, god.
This was not good.

“It’s still not appropriate, you know, me being your employee and all,” I tried to tell him, “even more inappropriate than you just hugging me…with clothes on.” But my doubts fell on deaf ears.

“You
weren’t
complain
ing
when I was taking you in the shower or making love to you in my bed.”

I groaned just at the memory.

“See?”

His hands never stopped moving over my body, his throbbing erection still pressed tightly into the curve of my butt. I had to gather all my will power to concentrate on not burning our food.

“You need to stop, so we can get food into our stomachs,” I pleaded with him. I wasn’t going to
be able to hold out much longer if he kept touching me.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from me
with a protesting groan
and wedged himself
in
between his chair and the table. I couldn’t stop my laughter from escaping. He growled as he stared at my shaking breasts and butt f
rom his new position. From that point of view I was sure he could see between my body and the apron, where the peaks of my nipples poked out invitingly.

He tried his hardest to keep sitting at the table and jumping me right then and there. I could see his muscles straining, his jaw set in a stubborn way. I had to admire him, though. His control over his body seemed to be impeccable.

“We really need to talk about this,” I urged him as we were both seated at the table.

He let out a defeated breath. “I know.”

“I don’t even know what to say to be honest.”

I was uncertain what would happen now. Would he fire me? Or would he decide to act like nothing had happened come morning.

“I don’t want anything to change.” He looked me in the eyes and I was completely captivated by the passion I saw there. “I want to keep working with you, but at the same time I want to have you in my bed. Do you want to stop? Do you want to quit?” It was his turn to look uncertain.

“No,” I admitted, “but this isn’t going to work out. You should never mix business with pleasure.”

“We’ll see when that point actually comes, okay?”

“Okay,” I relented and smiled slightly at him.

He beamed back at me and we
finished
our lun
ch in comfortable, if a little tense, conversation. I kept rubbing my foot over his calve, appreciating the prickly feeling of his hair against my foot. I enjoyed toying with him and seeing his reactions. I was gradually becoming more relaxed around him now that we had most of the sexual tension between us out of the way.

When we were finished I put our dishes in the sink and he was there in an instant at my back.
His hands ran underneath the apron and cupped my breasts.

“You are finished torturing me
. Now it’s my turn
.
” He growled in my ear as he again pressed his erection into my backside.

I was already wet from the foreplay he had administered upon me when I was cooking and playing footsies
with him
under the table. At his renewed approach my stomach grew tight and more wetness gushed between my thighs.

He let one hand wander down my stomach and probed the folds at the juncture of my thighs with his middle finger. He groaned as
his finger glided in between my folds without meeting any resistance.

“You’re so wet already. I can’t wait.”

We were both already breathing heavily. He bent me over the kitchen table and took me in one quick thrust. We groaned in u
nison at the wonderful pleasure of him filling me to the brim.

“You feel so good inside me,” I told him breathily.

He growled in agreement and started moving.
I cried out as the pleasure skyrocketed and shot through my whole body. My toes curled in delicious pleasure as he rammed into me over and over again. I may have gone a little overboard with the teasing if he was this
ravenous for me after the two rounds we had had earlier in his bed and bathroom.

But I couldn’t complain. I was having the time of my life and enjoying every rough, hard stroke he thrust into me. He had many different sides, this sweet and sexy man. And he was all
mine
.

At that thought my walls started convulsing and I was thrown into another blissful orgasm. Ethan went over the edge right along with me, shouting out my name as he came.

He fell on top of me and I marveled at his body pressed to mine from my feet to my neck. He was covering me like blanket. Had it not been for the increasingly uncomfortable edge of the table cutting into my belly I would have gone to sleep right there.

As if he could feel my discomfort he moved away and lifted my torso off the table’s surface. I felt bereft of his warm presence against my back.

Suddenly he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I screeched in surprise and laughed at his cavemen style
behavior.

“I just can’t get enough of you. It’s like you bewitched me,” he growled low in his throat.

He carried me up the stairs and back to his bed, playfully throwing me on top of the still rumpled sheets. I squeaked again in delight and watched as he crawled toward me. His eyes had a predatory gleam in them, making me shiver in anticipation and excitement.

His hard length stood proudly at attention, bobbing with every move he made. It was mesmerizing to watch and a sight of sheer beauty. He looked like a jungle cat with the predatory look in his eyes and the smooth flexing of his muscles under
skin.

He took his time worshipping my body. He took me to blissful pleasure twice before filling me with his beautiful length again. We made love until evening when our stomachs made themselves known again.

I made us dinner and had to endure another round of cooking foreplay/torture. He still wouldn’t let me wear any clothes except the apron to protect myself while cooking. When I was done with the finishing touches, though, all bets were off.

He quickly snatched off the apron as I brought over the pot to the kitchen table. My hands were occupied and I couldn’t hold onto the cloth
that had been
protecting my modesty. I almost let the pot fall to the floor, but caught myself just in time, throwing curses at his face.