The annoying bleeping of her alarm clock woke her up. Her hand shot out, hitting the snooze button with precision and cutting the noise off. She sighed into the pillow. Then breathed in. And out and in again. Her bed smelt like man and sex.

Her eyes shot open. The bed beside her was empty. She sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. His shoes lay on the floor by the wall. So he still must be here. The smell of coffee confirmed it.

She put on the t-shirt and boxer shorts she usually slept in and walked to the kitchen. There he sat at the counter, barefoot, dressed only in his trousers, his hair still tousled and wet from the shower, a cup of steaming coffee and the news paper in front of him.

She watched him for a while, drinking in every little detail, before she moved into the room. He looked up and smiled at her, reaching out his hand. She grabbed it, their fingers intertwining. He pulled her to him, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

“Morning,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep.

“Morning,” she replied, suppressing a yawn and taking the cup he handed her.

He smiled. “Did I wear you out last night?”

It was a whisper and he was leaning in to her. She brought the cup up to her lips and took a sip, holding his gaze, licking her lips. “That’s impossible.”

He raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Is it?”

She took another sip of her coffee, putting it down and leaning in to him, so their faces were only a few inches apart. “With you?” she placed her hand high up on his thigh. “Yes.”

Dave grinned. He knew what she wanted. But instead of giving it to her, he turned his head and concentrated on the newspaper again. However, he placed his hand on her knee, drawing slow circles on her inner thigh with his slender fingers.

Sighing, she leaned her head on his shoulder and read the paper with him. For a few minutes they sat like that in complete silence. She loved her morning coffee. But morning coffee with Dave was simply divine.

She got up and rinsed her cup out, then turning to pass Dave and head for the bathroom. His hand on her arm stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She looked at his hand and back into his eyes. “To take a shower.”

He slowly got up and walked the two steps to her. His other hand tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear and followed down her neckline, leaving goose bumps on her skin.

“Mmmh, the thought of you all slippery and wet…” He bent his head and met her lips in a bruising kiss.

When he let go of her, they were both panting.

“You could always join me,” she pointed out in between breaths.

He shook his head. “If I join you in the shower, we’ll never get to work today. I don’t want to be responsible for them firing you.”

He laughed quietly at her pout. “No can do, missy.”

She let her hands wander down his naked chest. “Are you sure you can’t be convinced?“ One hand snaked around to cup his ass and squeeze it, the other stroked his member that was growing harder rapidly with her assistance.

“You little minx,” he hissed, grabbing both her hands none too softly and pushing her into the wall, pinning her hands firmly to the sides of her head. He pressed his body up to hers, letting her feel him and she gasped.

“What day is today?”

“Friday,” she said breathlessly, her heart fluttering at the hot look of his dark eyes.

“And Monday’s a holiday. Which means I have you to myself for three,” he licked her cheekbone, “entire days”, he licked her earlobe, “and nights in my place.”

She shuddered violently, but he still had something to say.

“When I’m done with you, luv, you can’t walk anymore, be sure of that.”

He breathed it hotly into her ear and she thought she would slip to the floor because her knees gave in, but he still had her pinned to the wall with his body.

He had this smug grin on his face again, when she opened her eyes. He was very well aware of the effect he had on her. Oh, she’d wipe that smug grin off his face tonight.

“Bring a change of clothes or two. Though you probably won’t need them. Come to my place after work. I’ll be waiting for you.” He dove in for another kiss that left them breathless, then he let go of her abruptly and took a few steps back. “Now go take your shower. See you at work.”

It sounded harsh, but she knew he was restraining himself. Reluctantly, she stumbled out of the kitchen, feeling his eyes on her back. She closed the door and leaned against it for a long moment as if in a haze, trying to calm down. This day, she took her first cold shower. If things kept up like that, it would most presumably not be the last one either.

* * *

Five hours later she returned from lunch. Everybody still seemed to be out and she needed to make a few phone calls for Andrews. That was when her eyes fell onto the card lying on her desk. She looked around, but no one was there. She sat down and opened the envelope.

“Wear something nice tonight. I like to unwrap my present. You’ll be all mine this weekend. I keep my promises.”

It wasn’t signed but she knew his handwriting. She blushed furiously at the note, a wave of hotness washing over her and going straight to her groin. How was she supposed to even have one clear thought after this? Another trip to the restroom seemed in order.

She let the cool water run over her wrists, closing her eyes and trying to catch her breath. Oh, he would get a present. But another one that he might think.

* * *

It was past nine when she stood in front of his door. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Swallowing, she placed her hand on the doorbell.

She could hear footsteps approaching and then the door swung open. There he stood, wearing black trousers - the tight ones, she noticed to her delight - white shirt and black jacket. He looked positively drool worthy and her mouth watered at his sight.

His eyes darkened as they wandered down her body and back up again. She nervously adjusted the shoulder strap of her dress.

“I see you got my card,” he said, then stepped aside. “Come on in.”

This was the first time she actually entered his flat. All the other times she had been there, she only had delivered contracts or other stuff to him and dropped it on the doormat. She stood there in the hallway, the bag with a change of clothes and some toiletries clutched in her hand.

“Let me take that,” he said and she shuddered when she felt his presence behind her, his breath puffing on the sensitive skin of her neck. He took the bag from her hand, his fingers grazing hers, and put it on a nearby table.

He took her hand and led her into the flat. It was spacious, full of tasty art and furniture - not too much, but very elegant. She looked around the living room. There were candles of all sizes burning on every table in the room. The dining table was laid out with the nice cutlery and china, candles here too. She turned to him.

“Are you planning on seducing me?”

Dave smiled. “I don’t think I have to, cos I know you’re very willing. But a little effort never harmed.”

He pulled her close to him, one hand caressing her neck, the other wandering down her back to cup her ass just as his lips consumed hers. She quietly moaned at the feel of his tongue in her mouth. God, she had missed his taste and touch!

When they parted, his eyes wandered to her neck. “I love your hair up. Gives me better access…” he trailed off, kissing and licking her neck. The feel of his hot mouth on her skin made her shiver again.

“Come,” he said, walking to the table and pulling out a chair for her, “dinner is ready.”

She sat down and he disappeared into the kitchen to return moments later with two plates. He set down the steaming food in front of her and sat down, pouring wine into her glass. She looked at the curry on her plate. She breathed in the scent of the spices and momentarily closed her eyes.

“This is delicious,” she said.

“It is,” he replied, staring at her. She was oblivious to it.

They ate in silence. Save for her comments on how good the food was and how nicely he had laid everything out. Though when he had served food, she was starving, now, sitting across from him and watching him eat, however, she hardly touched her food. She was busy with watching those gorgeous lips close around the fork, his tongue quickly coming out to lick a rice grain off his lower lip. She saw his Adam’s apple move when he swallowed and another heat wave rushed through her.

She groaned inwardly. How could she possibly be turned on by watching someone eat? But then this wasn’t just someone. This was Dave. She decided to keep her eyes on her plate. He had cooked for her and she didn’t want to offend him by just picking at the food. When she had finished her plate, she looked up again, to see him watching her amusedly.

“Ready for dessert?” he asked, his voice husky.

Her breath hitched when he got up and walked to her. He slowly bent to her, one hand resting at the back of her chair, the other on the table. His breath was puffing against her ear. She swallowed and nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, taking the plate from her and disappearing into the kitchen.

She got out of her chair and walked to the window. It overlooked the Hudson river and she could see Hoboken on the other side. It was dark now and the city was full with lights. A beautiful spot in New York, no doubt. But she didn’t see that right now. Her mind was reeling around one thought: Dave.

“Are you okay?”

His question pulled her out of her reveries and she turned to him. He stood a few feet away from her, a small bowl with strawberries in his one hand, the other guiding the sweet fruit to his lips, biting off a chunk.

“They’re delicious, you have to try them.”

But all she saw was him standing there. His presence nearly knocked the breath out of her. She couldn’t believe she was really here with him. She shook free of those thoughts, licking her lips. Time to give him his present.

She slowly walked up to him. His jaw stopped chewing when he saw the look in her eyes. She now was only a few inches away from him. She bent her head to the hand where he still held the other half of the strawberry, closing her lips around the fruit and his fingertips, sucking it in. He moaned.

But she wasn’t finished yet. Slowly, she took the bowl out of his hand and placed it on the table beside them, before turning back to him.

She got down on her knees, her hands travelling down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, letting her hands slightly scratch his stomach. Her fingers tugged on the belt buckle and it sprang open. She looked up again and saw him swallow hard as she pulled the buckle out of the trousers and let it fall to the floor behind her.

The tight pants showed how aroused he was and she smiled. She raised her right hand, to the button of the trousers and undid it. Then she raised her left hand to his zipper. She heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up again. His eyes were almost black now, his lips parted. She didn’t break eye contact as she pulled the zipper down, ever so slowly.

Dave shuddered at the erotic sound. She lowered her eyes, let them wander down his chest, down his stomach. His muscles contracted when he felt her burning eyes there. And lower they went, to the zipper. Slowly, she put both hands to the zipper and parted the trousers. He was going commando again and she loved it.

Carefully, she freed his aching member. She licked her lips at his sight. She hadn’t had a chance to look at him properly last night and what she saw sent a hot jolt of desire through her, making her centre throb for him painfully. He was beautiful. Strong, long, hard, pulsating and aching for her touch.

When she finally took him in her hands, Dave had to grab the couch behind him or his knees would have buckled at the immense pleasure he felt. Slowly, she let her fingers explore his shaft and it grew harder under her fingers, until it pointed rock-hard right into her face. She smiled and continued her administrations, one hand sliding to the front. She wet her thumb in her mouth, wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft and let her thumb run across the sensitive slit at the tip. The first drop of pre-cum was glistening there and she licked her lips again, eager to finally taste him. She heard Dave moan above her and saw him grabbing the couch harder, his knuckles turning white. Her tongue slid out and licked his slit. She softly blew over the wet spot, causing Dave to shudder violently.

Her other hand went inside his pants, massaging his testicles. Then she took him into her mouth. Dave threw his head back, arching his back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent cry.

He tasted salty and musky. She sucked him in all the way, hallowing her cheeks as she sucked on him, letting him slip out of her mouth again slowly, to suck him back in again, this time sucking harder.

“Yesss!” he hissed and his right hand shot out to fist in her hair.

She kept massaging his testicles, her other hand pumping his dick, her tongue sliding around him in her mouth. She licked more pre-cum off his tip, moaning around him in her mouth, knowing what it would do to him.

He didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder, but that humming of hers just achieved that. He was about to explode, breathing heavily by now, sweat forming on his forehead and chest. He didn’t realise his hand was now buried in her hair painfully.

She deep-throated him, sucking hard on him and squeezing his testicles. She pumped and sucked him in a steady rhythm now and though his hand in her hair encouraged her to move faster, she took her time. She felt his stomach muscles contract violently.

“Baby, stop, I’m gonna…”

He panted, trailing off as she let him out of her mouth with a loud plop to say huskily: “It’s alright, let go.”

She blew at the wet tip of his shaft, licking it down all the way before she took him into her mouth again. Now she was pumping and sucking faster, her tongue swirling around him, her hand massaging his testicles firmly.

The sight of him before her, the feeling of power she held over him in this moment turned her on to no end and sent liquid heat into her groin.

Dave was tumbling towards ecstasy, now both hands in her hair, moaning with every movement of her head and her gorgeous lips, feeling so heavenly in her hot mouth. He felt her teeth slightly graze him and squeezing his shaft and testicles harder. His member grew thicker and with a loud sudden shout he threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward, blinded by white oblivion - exploding into her mouth.

He shuddered violently as she moaned around him and kept on sucking all he had to give, slowing down. His hands relaxed in her hair and she licked him clean. She had never thought it to be possible to have an orgasm from just pleasing a man, but she had just experienced one. She carefully tucked his still semi-hard member back into his trousers and zipped him up again.

His hands pulled her up to him impatiently and he kissed her passionately, moaning at the taste of himself on her lips. He rested his sweat-slick forehead on hers, still breathing raggedly, his hands running up and down her arms. When he opened his eyes to look at her, she nearly buckled at the tenderness that shone in them. It touched her very core.

“Thank you, baby,” he said, his voice still shaky and husky. He pulled her into his arms, still out of breath, caressing her back, kissing her neck every now and then. Her arms snaked around his waist to hold him close. His body was still shuddering and she held him, letting him come down and enjoying his nearness.