Page 94 of My Boss

“It’s not even eight o’clock yet. Won’t this unplanned shower mess up your day too much?” I smile, seeing him completely naked—and aroused!

“I will make an exception. I think it will be worth it.” He comes inside, pushes me against the wall and presses his mouth against mine.

A sigh escapes from my throat. This time Jan doesn’t engage in any foreplay (and doesn’t even need to, since I’m already wet where I need to be), he grabs my thigh, lifts my leg and enters me with one thrust.

I clutch him tightly to me, digging my fingernails into his shoulder blades as he rams into me. Quickly, vigorously, kissing me deeply and passionately. Water runs down our bodies, and steam fills the cabin. We are getting closer and closer to the finale. It’s going to be a quickie.

Jan places his hand on my buttock, squeezes it tightly. “All mine,” he says, his body shaking, a shudder, followed by another… He is about to come.

I reach down to my clitoris, listen to the low murmur of his voice, and it only takes a few rubs with my fingers for the desired surge to come. We reach the peak, him first, me just after him. We breathe quickly; we disentangle ourselves from each other’s embrace. As soon as Jan pulls away, a chill envelops my body, even though the cabin is as steamy as a stormy summer day. I miss his touch, the tenderness, the closeness that crowns the sexual act.

I watch him as he reaches for the sponge and begins to soap it carefully, giving this activity his full attention.

“Jan?” I wrap my arms around my body.

“Hhmmm?” He doesn’t look at me, but washes under his arm.

“You asked me to speak openly to you about my needs… so that you could understand me well…”

“Correct.” He washes the other armpit, concentrating solely on the task in hand.

“I would like you to hug me after we come.”

“Come where?” He rubs his chest with a sponge.

Dear God, give me patience.

“After sex, Jan. I’d like you to cuddle with me when we’re done having sex.”

He looks at me. He really doesn’t understand.

“Why?”

For crying out loud!

“Because then I wouldn’t feel like an only-good-for-a-fuck woman, but like someone you like.”

“But I like you. I already told you that.”

“Sometimes actions speak louder than words.”

“And is hugging you an indicator of that?”

“At this point? Yes.”

He is looking at me. I can see by the expression on his face that he is thinking about something.

“I’m glad you are telling me about this. My ex-wife and I never talked about it.”

I make a face. I think of three reasons.

For one thing, it reinforces my belief that his ex is a cold bitch and I hate her as much as I hate ants during a picnic. Secondly, I can’t comprehend how one misses communicating the need to cuddle after sex with a man like Jan. And thirdly, mentioning his ex when we’re naked in the shower is as titillating as a dry blow job—nothing worse than a guy hiding under the covers and sucking his thumb while pretending to lick you out...

“Do you have a problem with it?” I answer a little more sharply than I should.

“No problem. Do you want me to cuddle with you after each act of intercourse, or do you have any other specific guidelines?”

O Holy Mother of God.

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