"A Professional Relationship" Part 4
Fandom: Portal
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: Almost three weeks between updates this time, but I hope it's worth it -- almost 3000 words in this one. Most of it is sex.
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
At last the thundering heartbeat in her ribcage started to slow. It took her a few long moments to catch her breath. She panted raggedly, “Tha-that was… Wow.” She opened her eyes to meet his-the self-satisfied smirk on his face, like the cat who got the canary, sent a shiver to the parts of her still humming with sex. She breathed, “You’re amazing.”
His smirk widened. “I’m Cave Johnson.”
“Yes you are.” Cave Johnson just made love to me. The thought was almost surreal. Half her lifetime ago she’d been avidly following his career in the papers, dreaming of doing great science like him one day-and now, well-Does this count as science? She giggled. The fretful voice of her common sense was finally silent, and she was free to bask in the blissful afterglow. She melted onto the desk with a contented sigh.
Cave chuckled. Sprawled out half-naked across his paperwork and sporting a euphoric smile, Caroline looked like a perfect pinup girl. There’s an idea. He made a mental note of it. Find an excuse to get some photos of her like this. My desk has never looked better.
He eased gingerly out of her, careful not to let the condom slip off until he was free. As he tied off the used rubber, he noticed something on the latex-a bright red smear of blood. Huh. His brow furrowed slightly. Wonder what that’s… from… Oh. Oh.
It explained a lot. Her perfect tightness, the tearing as he entered-her inexperience. No wonder she’d been so jumpy at first. “Are you-” He made a small throat-clearing noise. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“No sir.” She gazed up at him with those trusting eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no no.” He trashed the condom and zipped himself back into his pants before returning his attention to her. One hand trailed up her thigh to caress the curve of her hip. She let out a tiny gasp and her eyes slipped closed for a second as she savored the sensation. He couldn’t help a smile-she was so damn cute. “So I’m your first, huh?”
“Yes sir.” There was still bashfulness in her tone, but much less now-no use being shy with him after this. Her eyes met his again, and she matched his soft smile. “There’s no one I’d rather have.” And that was the truth. He leaned in to her lips and she responded with a moaning sigh, more than willing to indulge as he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was long and tender and filled her with glowing warmth. As he broke away and nuzzled into her neck, she breathed softly, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
His mouth found her throat and sucked hard, making her shudder with delight, and he growled in her ear, “Believe it yet?” She giggled in response. “Maybe I oughta show you again.” He grasped her breasts and tweaked her nipples roughly as he kissed his way down her chest and stomach. She squirmed beneath him and arched her back into the kisses. Made confident by her compliance, he looked up from her navel and purred, “You wanna come back to my place?”
His hazel eyes gazing up from between her breasts rekindled the heat in her belly. Her answer was almost a whimper: “Uh huh.”
“Great.” He kissed her hard on the lips again and grinned wolfishly. “When I’m done with you, kiddo, you won’t be able to stand.”
But she was already giddy, breathless, and very unsure of her legs. “I don’t think I can stand now.”
“I gotcha.” Without a second thought he swept her into his arms and carried her to the door.
“Sir, aren’t we forgetting some things?”
“Like what?”
“Your briefcase, and my… clothes…”
“What d’you need those for?”
She shyly hid her breasts with her hands. “I can’t exactly go out like this.”
“Here.” He returned her to the desk and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair for her. She shrugged it over her shoulders, swallowed by the fabric, and blissful warmth flooded her veins as she inhaled. It smelled like him. Meanwhile he’d found his briefcase and was looking impatient. “Ready now?”
“Could you get my purse, too? It’s by the door.”
He grabbed it and, noticing her blouse and bra still on the floor, stuffed them inside. “There. That everything?”
“I think so-” Then she noticed his feet and had to stop herself from laughing. “Except for your shoes, sir.”
“Hm?” He looked down and realized he was still wearing only his socks. “Hell. Where-”
“By the coffee table, sir.”
He retrieved the shoes from where she’d left them after his foot massage and slipped them on his feet. “Okay. Now are we ready to go?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Good.” He scooped her up again, caught his briefcase and her purse both in one hand, and headed out the door.
The concrete labyrinth of the facility felt somehow homey when they were alone together. She relaxed into his arms and watched door after familiar door go by. His footfalls echoed on the floors and resonated through the empty rooms. During the day the place was alive with people doing science, but at night it was a skeleton-apart from the two of them. It was as if they had the whole world to themselves. She could live with that.
She wriggled out of his arms once they reached the main lift-it wouldn’t do to let him hurt his back-but he kept a possessive arm around her waist as they walked to his Roadmaster in the parking lot. He opened the door for her like a gentleman, letting her slide first onto the red leather seat before he took the wheel beside her. She pillowed her head on his shoulder as they pulled out of the lot and left the salt mine behind.
They drove in comfortable silence. Their car was alone on the secluded road-with no buildings and no other vehicles, the Buick’s headlights were the only illumination apart from the star-filled sky. Caroline watched the golden glow that lit their path, letting her eyelids slip closed every so often, utterly content. The September night was chilly, but her boss’s jacket sheltered her naked torso, and his presence made her feel warm and safe. She snuggled into his side and let herself drift in and out of sleep.
Time felt irrelevant as they drove through the dark. The ride into town was at least a half-hour, but it felt like only minutes before the trees were thinning and buildings were starting to appear. At last they pulled up to a small house on the outskirts of town. She peered out the window at the place. It looked surprisingly ordinary-she always pictured him living in a lavish mansion of some kind-but Cave parked in the driveway and said, “Here we are.” I’m at Cave Johnson’s house. I’m going to sleep in Cave Johnson’s bed. I’m going to do lots of things in Cave Johnson’s bed… The thought made her tingle with excitement. Tonight’s scientific discovery: lovemaking with Cave Johnson is a wonderful thing. More experiments to follow.
She stepped out of the car and squeaked in surprise as her feet left the ground. “Sir-!” But her protest was ignored as he slung her over his shoulder. Her surroundings passed by backwards as he toted her up to the front door and through the house to his bedroom, where he tossed her with a muted thump onto his double bed. She slipped off her heels and fixed him with a coy smile. He stepped back to survey his prize, unable to hold back a smug grin of his own. “Ready for-”
But before he could finish gloating she grabbed him by the tie and dragged him into a kiss. It was short but aggressive, and as she broke away she murmured hotly, “Yes, please.”
With a laugh he pinned her to the bed beneath him. “You asked for it.” He kissed her roughly on the lips, on the throat, down her chest as he ripped open his jacket to expose her torso. She shivered as his mouth claimed her bare breasts, biting and sucking until she whimpered helplessly with desire. He found the zipper of her skirt and yanked it down, hungry for the rest of her, and pulled the modest garment away. He wasn’t disappointed-underneath was the most stunning pair of stocking-clad legs he’d ever seen, merging into round hips that curved perfectly to meet her slender waist. This girl was a gem. He dipped his head to her belly, pressed his lips to the flat plane below her navel, and murmured, “Say hi, Caroline.”
“Hi, Caroline,” she breathed obediently-and gasped as she felt his head nuzzle between her thighs. “Sir-”
He laughed softly, the sound muffled as he pressed his mouth to her crotch. He could feel her wetness soaking the fabric against his lips, could smell the hot female scent of her, sharp and intoxicating in his nose-she was irresistible, and he didn’t want to resist any longer. Elastic straps sprang free as he unclipped her stockings from the garter belt that held them up. His fingers curled under one stocking and pulled it down slowly, stripping it off her leg to expose the skin underneath, kissing the naked flesh of her inner thigh as she spread her legs wider. He repeated the process on her other stocking, slid her garter belt off her hips, and left her in nothing but panties. Now for that one last scrap of cloth…
But she beat him to it. Slowly, tentatively, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down her legs, leaving her body bare. She looked shyly up at him, searching for approval.
She found it as his lips sealed over hers. “You’re incredible, kid.”
He loosened his tie in a determined gesture and tried to pin her down again, but she stopped him. Her fingers undid his tie and slipped it off his neck before fiddling with the shirt buttons at his collar. “Get rid of this.”
He laughed and kissed her again. “Little minx.” He helped her with the buttons and shrugged off the shirt, a touch of bravado in his posture as he let it fall to the ground. She eyed him appreciatively. He was powerfully built, broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, with a light fuzz of hair spread across his pecs. The fuzz diminished to a thin line at his stomach, but grew again past his navel, becoming thicker and darker as it trailed down-to the waist of his pants and the bulge at his groin.
She felt a shiver of delight deep in her belly. I’m glad to see you too, Mr. Johnson. Her hands reached eagerly for his fly, and in a blink his remaining clothing was around his ankles. His half-hard cock didn’t spook her this time-taking hold of his hips, she kissed his pelvis as he had kissed hers, hoping it gave him the same tingling rush. He moaned and shoved his hips into her face. Glancing down at the appendage under her chin, Caroline had a thought-maybe it was time for an experiment.
She slid down the bed onto her knees and pressed her mouth to him again, lower this time, almost at the base of his shaft. After a moment’s hesitation her tongue flicked tentatively out to run down his length. He groaned deeply and shuddered. She repeated the motion, feeling him stiffen rapidly with her attention, and wrapped her lips around his head in a tender kiss. Panting for breath, he knotted his fingers in her hair and started to pull her onto him-but stopped as those deep dark eyes caught his gaze. One hand eased out of her hair to stroke her cheek. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
He eased her up from the floor, laid her across the bed, and climbed on top of her, a lustful grin broad on his lips. She took his head in her hands and drew him into a kiss. His full weight came down on her as he ground into her, his erection hard and enticing between her thighs-she moaned softly into his mouth and dragged her fingers down his spine. The touch made him thrust his hips against her. His cock was maddening, forced up against her pelvis-she ached for him inside her-her legs spread wide, and she whimpered desperately, “Sir…” He silenced her with an aggressive kiss, moving from her mouth to her throat, biting and sucking at her soft flesh as one hand ventured towards her sex-
“Shit.”
She felt a sudden and unwelcome draft as he rolled off of her. “Sir-!”
But he was rummaging through his nightstand, looking for something. “Dammit, I know I had a few more in here…”
“Mr. Johnson, please…”
“Looking for condoms, Caroline, keep your shirt on. Or don’t,” he added with a chuckle at the irony.
But she was beyond caring, consumed by the arousal throbbing through her veins. Impatient fingers rubbed her slit, feeling her own wetness, massaging her clit with one hand as the other stroked her stomach-she gasped and bucked her hips just slightly into the touch.
The sound made him glance back at her. “Hey, wait for me!”
She bucked again and slipped her fingers inside herself. Her answer was a throaty moan.
“Alright, alright, I got it.” And he was back on top of her, safely sheathed and poised to enter her as he gazed into her hungry eyes. “You want it?”
“Yes sir.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You want Cave Johnson-”
“Shut up.”
Before he could blink she flipped him on his back and impaled herself on him. She bit back a cry as he stabbed into her-penetration still hurt a bit, but he felt so good. Her face scrunched with concentration as she thrust onto him, eased up, thrust down again, focusing totally on the sensation inside her. His cock stroked the tight knot of need coiled in her belly, sending shocks deep into her core each time she came down on him-she rode him harder, desperate for more-
And then she was on her back again, his powerful frame pinning her down as he slammed into her, and she couldn’t hold back a howl. Her nails dug into the small of his back as her thighs locked around his waist. He pounded her into the mattress, grunting like an animal, breath heavy with exertion, faster and harder until he was biting his lip with the strain-
“Mr. Johnson-!”
They came explosively to orgasm. Her whole body clenched around him as he spilled into her-she clung to him desperately as waves of euphoria crashed into her, washed over her, surged through her to vibrate every last nerve with potent pleasure, until at last it flowed away to leave her spent. Utterly exhausted, they collapsed together in a sweating, panting heap.
It took several minutes for either one to move. Finally Cave raised his head and chuckled weakly, “You learn fast!” The girl beneath him let out a breathless laugh and pecked him on the cheek. He grinned. “Kid, you’re amazing.” His mouth caught hers in a last tender kiss before he slid off. “I gotta go piss.”
Caroline watched him hobble to the bathroom and thought to herself, How romantic-but there was no edge to her sarcasm. Lying limp and boneless in his bed after the second incredible orgasm of her life, nothing in the world could faze her. She felt like a goddess. This was a far cry from the fairytale evening she’d always dreamed of, with champagne by candlelight and a handsome stranger-but she wouldn’t trade it for anything. For a few long moments, she closed her eyes, melted into the mattress, and was content simply to breathe.
Her eyes opened again as she heard the flush of a toilet, followed by his returning footsteps. He smirked to see she hadn’t moved from where he left her. “I really tuckered you out, huh?”
“Yes sir, you did.” Her mouth curved into a lazy smile. He dipped his head and kissed her again, bumping his nose against hers. She giggled suddenly. “You bite your lip when you make love.”
Narrowing his eyes, he growled, “I bite my lip like a man.”
“I like it.” Her hand reached up to stroke his jaw, and she drew him into another kiss. Grinning playfully, he collapsed onto the bed and rolled her on her side, spooning around her like a child with a favorite toy. Strong arms encircled her waist and held her tight. She smiled-of course he liked to cuddle. The big teddy bear.
“Say g’night, Caroline.”
“Goodnight, Caroline.”
He sighed heavily and nuzzled into her hair. “Kid, you are something special.”
“Thank you, sir.” The words sent a soft, blissful warmth spreading through her body. As she closed her eyes to sleep, she felt like the most special woman in the world
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: Almost three weeks between updates this time, but I hope it's worth it -- almost 3000 words in this one. Most of it is sex.
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
At last the thundering heartbeat in her ribcage started to slow. It took her a few long moments to catch her breath. She panted raggedly, “Tha-that was… Wow.” She opened her eyes to meet his-the self-satisfied smirk on his face, like the cat who got the canary, sent a shiver to the parts of her still humming with sex. She breathed, “You’re amazing.”
His smirk widened. “I’m Cave Johnson.”
“Yes you are.” Cave Johnson just made love to me. The thought was almost surreal. Half her lifetime ago she’d been avidly following his career in the papers, dreaming of doing great science like him one day-and now, well-Does this count as science? She giggled. The fretful voice of her common sense was finally silent, and she was free to bask in the blissful afterglow. She melted onto the desk with a contented sigh.
Cave chuckled. Sprawled out half-naked across his paperwork and sporting a euphoric smile, Caroline looked like a perfect pinup girl. There’s an idea. He made a mental note of it. Find an excuse to get some photos of her like this. My desk has never looked better.
He eased gingerly out of her, careful not to let the condom slip off until he was free. As he tied off the used rubber, he noticed something on the latex-a bright red smear of blood. Huh. His brow furrowed slightly. Wonder what that’s… from… Oh. Oh.
It explained a lot. Her perfect tightness, the tearing as he entered-her inexperience. No wonder she’d been so jumpy at first. “Are you-” He made a small throat-clearing noise. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“No sir.” She gazed up at him with those trusting eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no no.” He trashed the condom and zipped himself back into his pants before returning his attention to her. One hand trailed up her thigh to caress the curve of her hip. She let out a tiny gasp and her eyes slipped closed for a second as she savored the sensation. He couldn’t help a smile-she was so damn cute. “So I’m your first, huh?”
“Yes sir.” There was still bashfulness in her tone, but much less now-no use being shy with him after this. Her eyes met his again, and she matched his soft smile. “There’s no one I’d rather have.” And that was the truth. He leaned in to her lips and she responded with a moaning sigh, more than willing to indulge as he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was long and tender and filled her with glowing warmth. As he broke away and nuzzled into her neck, she breathed softly, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
His mouth found her throat and sucked hard, making her shudder with delight, and he growled in her ear, “Believe it yet?” She giggled in response. “Maybe I oughta show you again.” He grasped her breasts and tweaked her nipples roughly as he kissed his way down her chest and stomach. She squirmed beneath him and arched her back into the kisses. Made confident by her compliance, he looked up from her navel and purred, “You wanna come back to my place?”
His hazel eyes gazing up from between her breasts rekindled the heat in her belly. Her answer was almost a whimper: “Uh huh.”
“Great.” He kissed her hard on the lips again and grinned wolfishly. “When I’m done with you, kiddo, you won’t be able to stand.”
But she was already giddy, breathless, and very unsure of her legs. “I don’t think I can stand now.”
“I gotcha.” Without a second thought he swept her into his arms and carried her to the door.
“Sir, aren’t we forgetting some things?”
“Like what?”
“Your briefcase, and my… clothes…”
“What d’you need those for?”
She shyly hid her breasts with her hands. “I can’t exactly go out like this.”
“Here.” He returned her to the desk and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair for her. She shrugged it over her shoulders, swallowed by the fabric, and blissful warmth flooded her veins as she inhaled. It smelled like him. Meanwhile he’d found his briefcase and was looking impatient. “Ready now?”
“Could you get my purse, too? It’s by the door.”
He grabbed it and, noticing her blouse and bra still on the floor, stuffed them inside. “There. That everything?”
“I think so-” Then she noticed his feet and had to stop herself from laughing. “Except for your shoes, sir.”
“Hm?” He looked down and realized he was still wearing only his socks. “Hell. Where-”
“By the coffee table, sir.”
He retrieved the shoes from where she’d left them after his foot massage and slipped them on his feet. “Okay. Now are we ready to go?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Good.” He scooped her up again, caught his briefcase and her purse both in one hand, and headed out the door.
The concrete labyrinth of the facility felt somehow homey when they were alone together. She relaxed into his arms and watched door after familiar door go by. His footfalls echoed on the floors and resonated through the empty rooms. During the day the place was alive with people doing science, but at night it was a skeleton-apart from the two of them. It was as if they had the whole world to themselves. She could live with that.
She wriggled out of his arms once they reached the main lift-it wouldn’t do to let him hurt his back-but he kept a possessive arm around her waist as they walked to his Roadmaster in the parking lot. He opened the door for her like a gentleman, letting her slide first onto the red leather seat before he took the wheel beside her. She pillowed her head on his shoulder as they pulled out of the lot and left the salt mine behind.
They drove in comfortable silence. Their car was alone on the secluded road-with no buildings and no other vehicles, the Buick’s headlights were the only illumination apart from the star-filled sky. Caroline watched the golden glow that lit their path, letting her eyelids slip closed every so often, utterly content. The September night was chilly, but her boss’s jacket sheltered her naked torso, and his presence made her feel warm and safe. She snuggled into his side and let herself drift in and out of sleep.
Time felt irrelevant as they drove through the dark. The ride into town was at least a half-hour, but it felt like only minutes before the trees were thinning and buildings were starting to appear. At last they pulled up to a small house on the outskirts of town. She peered out the window at the place. It looked surprisingly ordinary-she always pictured him living in a lavish mansion of some kind-but Cave parked in the driveway and said, “Here we are.” I’m at Cave Johnson’s house. I’m going to sleep in Cave Johnson’s bed. I’m going to do lots of things in Cave Johnson’s bed… The thought made her tingle with excitement. Tonight’s scientific discovery: lovemaking with Cave Johnson is a wonderful thing. More experiments to follow.
She stepped out of the car and squeaked in surprise as her feet left the ground. “Sir-!” But her protest was ignored as he slung her over his shoulder. Her surroundings passed by backwards as he toted her up to the front door and through the house to his bedroom, where he tossed her with a muted thump onto his double bed. She slipped off her heels and fixed him with a coy smile. He stepped back to survey his prize, unable to hold back a smug grin of his own. “Ready for-”
But before he could finish gloating she grabbed him by the tie and dragged him into a kiss. It was short but aggressive, and as she broke away she murmured hotly, “Yes, please.”
With a laugh he pinned her to the bed beneath him. “You asked for it.” He kissed her roughly on the lips, on the throat, down her chest as he ripped open his jacket to expose her torso. She shivered as his mouth claimed her bare breasts, biting and sucking until she whimpered helplessly with desire. He found the zipper of her skirt and yanked it down, hungry for the rest of her, and pulled the modest garment away. He wasn’t disappointed-underneath was the most stunning pair of stocking-clad legs he’d ever seen, merging into round hips that curved perfectly to meet her slender waist. This girl was a gem. He dipped his head to her belly, pressed his lips to the flat plane below her navel, and murmured, “Say hi, Caroline.”
“Hi, Caroline,” she breathed obediently-and gasped as she felt his head nuzzle between her thighs. “Sir-”
He laughed softly, the sound muffled as he pressed his mouth to her crotch. He could feel her wetness soaking the fabric against his lips, could smell the hot female scent of her, sharp and intoxicating in his nose-she was irresistible, and he didn’t want to resist any longer. Elastic straps sprang free as he unclipped her stockings from the garter belt that held them up. His fingers curled under one stocking and pulled it down slowly, stripping it off her leg to expose the skin underneath, kissing the naked flesh of her inner thigh as she spread her legs wider. He repeated the process on her other stocking, slid her garter belt off her hips, and left her in nothing but panties. Now for that one last scrap of cloth…
But she beat him to it. Slowly, tentatively, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down her legs, leaving her body bare. She looked shyly up at him, searching for approval.
She found it as his lips sealed over hers. “You’re incredible, kid.”
He loosened his tie in a determined gesture and tried to pin her down again, but she stopped him. Her fingers undid his tie and slipped it off his neck before fiddling with the shirt buttons at his collar. “Get rid of this.”
He laughed and kissed her again. “Little minx.” He helped her with the buttons and shrugged off the shirt, a touch of bravado in his posture as he let it fall to the ground. She eyed him appreciatively. He was powerfully built, broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, with a light fuzz of hair spread across his pecs. The fuzz diminished to a thin line at his stomach, but grew again past his navel, becoming thicker and darker as it trailed down-to the waist of his pants and the bulge at his groin.
She felt a shiver of delight deep in her belly. I’m glad to see you too, Mr. Johnson. Her hands reached eagerly for his fly, and in a blink his remaining clothing was around his ankles. His half-hard cock didn’t spook her this time-taking hold of his hips, she kissed his pelvis as he had kissed hers, hoping it gave him the same tingling rush. He moaned and shoved his hips into her face. Glancing down at the appendage under her chin, Caroline had a thought-maybe it was time for an experiment.
She slid down the bed onto her knees and pressed her mouth to him again, lower this time, almost at the base of his shaft. After a moment’s hesitation her tongue flicked tentatively out to run down his length. He groaned deeply and shuddered. She repeated the motion, feeling him stiffen rapidly with her attention, and wrapped her lips around his head in a tender kiss. Panting for breath, he knotted his fingers in her hair and started to pull her onto him-but stopped as those deep dark eyes caught his gaze. One hand eased out of her hair to stroke her cheek. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
He eased her up from the floor, laid her across the bed, and climbed on top of her, a lustful grin broad on his lips. She took his head in her hands and drew him into a kiss. His full weight came down on her as he ground into her, his erection hard and enticing between her thighs-she moaned softly into his mouth and dragged her fingers down his spine. The touch made him thrust his hips against her. His cock was maddening, forced up against her pelvis-she ached for him inside her-her legs spread wide, and she whimpered desperately, “Sir…” He silenced her with an aggressive kiss, moving from her mouth to her throat, biting and sucking at her soft flesh as one hand ventured towards her sex-
“Shit.”
She felt a sudden and unwelcome draft as he rolled off of her. “Sir-!”
But he was rummaging through his nightstand, looking for something. “Dammit, I know I had a few more in here…”
“Mr. Johnson, please…”
“Looking for condoms, Caroline, keep your shirt on. Or don’t,” he added with a chuckle at the irony.
But she was beyond caring, consumed by the arousal throbbing through her veins. Impatient fingers rubbed her slit, feeling her own wetness, massaging her clit with one hand as the other stroked her stomach-she gasped and bucked her hips just slightly into the touch.
The sound made him glance back at her. “Hey, wait for me!”
She bucked again and slipped her fingers inside herself. Her answer was a throaty moan.
“Alright, alright, I got it.” And he was back on top of her, safely sheathed and poised to enter her as he gazed into her hungry eyes. “You want it?”
“Yes sir.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You want Cave Johnson-”
“Shut up.”
Before he could blink she flipped him on his back and impaled herself on him. She bit back a cry as he stabbed into her-penetration still hurt a bit, but he felt so good. Her face scrunched with concentration as she thrust onto him, eased up, thrust down again, focusing totally on the sensation inside her. His cock stroked the tight knot of need coiled in her belly, sending shocks deep into her core each time she came down on him-she rode him harder, desperate for more-
And then she was on her back again, his powerful frame pinning her down as he slammed into her, and she couldn’t hold back a howl. Her nails dug into the small of his back as her thighs locked around his waist. He pounded her into the mattress, grunting like an animal, breath heavy with exertion, faster and harder until he was biting his lip with the strain-
“Mr. Johnson-!”
They came explosively to orgasm. Her whole body clenched around him as he spilled into her-she clung to him desperately as waves of euphoria crashed into her, washed over her, surged through her to vibrate every last nerve with potent pleasure, until at last it flowed away to leave her spent. Utterly exhausted, they collapsed together in a sweating, panting heap.
It took several minutes for either one to move. Finally Cave raised his head and chuckled weakly, “You learn fast!” The girl beneath him let out a breathless laugh and pecked him on the cheek. He grinned. “Kid, you’re amazing.” His mouth caught hers in a last tender kiss before he slid off. “I gotta go piss.”
Caroline watched him hobble to the bathroom and thought to herself, How romantic-but there was no edge to her sarcasm. Lying limp and boneless in his bed after the second incredible orgasm of her life, nothing in the world could faze her. She felt like a goddess. This was a far cry from the fairytale evening she’d always dreamed of, with champagne by candlelight and a handsome stranger-but she wouldn’t trade it for anything. For a few long moments, she closed her eyes, melted into the mattress, and was content simply to breathe.
Her eyes opened again as she heard the flush of a toilet, followed by his returning footsteps. He smirked to see she hadn’t moved from where he left her. “I really tuckered you out, huh?”
“Yes sir, you did.” Her mouth curved into a lazy smile. He dipped his head and kissed her again, bumping his nose against hers. She giggled suddenly. “You bite your lip when you make love.”
Narrowing his eyes, he growled, “I bite my lip like a man.”
“I like it.” Her hand reached up to stroke his jaw, and she drew him into another kiss. Grinning playfully, he collapsed onto the bed and rolled her on her side, spooning around her like a child with a favorite toy. Strong arms encircled her waist and held her tight. She smiled-of course he liked to cuddle. The big teddy bear.
“Say g’night, Caroline.”
“Goodnight, Caroline.”
He sighed heavily and nuzzled into her hair. “Kid, you are something special.”
“Thank you, sir.” The words sent a soft, blissful warmth spreading through her body. As she closed her eyes to sleep, she felt like the most special woman in the world
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon