Pie Part IV

Lucy stood up a little shakily, taking his offered hand for assistance. She’d taken a few moments to recover after he’d made love to her again. This time it had started as they were seated at the table, flared as he’d backed her up against the counter, and met with a fiery fruition on the floor. Fortunately, her robe had been there to lie down upon. The back of the robe was quite damp where they’d made love. The passion had swept them away again. Lucy smiled, seeing his grin. He was obviously enjoying unrestricted access to her affections. She’d been right when she’d mentioned once to him that if he were her husband, they’d need a condo since she’d always be shagging him. He looked decidedly happy. His eyes sparkled when they held hers, and then she found herself in his embrace again.
“That was quite … ” She searched for words.
“Breathtaking?” He offered. “Yes. Breath taking. I think I need a few minutes to recover from that one.”
“I know what you mean.” He said. “Maybe we can finish our conversation about what we’re going to do about the ex-boss.” Lucy felt her heart sink at the worry she immediately felt when he said the words ex-boss. She tried to put on a brave front.
“Yes. It’s time I faced that reality. But it’s been awfully nice to have some time alone with just you and me.” His finger trailed down her cheek and cupped her chin. He bent forward and kissed her on the lips. It was a gentle kiss. Lucy felt her heart pounding again. It felt good to have so much affection. She arched against him, settling in a little closer and kissing him back, stretching as she did so. She felt him laugh. It made her laugh too.
“Ok, you, no more changing the subject. I have an idea. Here’s what I think we should do.” He told her how they could take advantage of what he suspected was her ex-bosses addiction. All they needed to do was set him up in a compromising situation and then get the evidence on him. It sounded so easy, but somehow Lucy knew there was a catch.
“And, might I ask, just what you intend the “bait” to be?”
“Well, I was getting to that. Much as I don’t like the idea, you’ll have to be.”
“I was afraid of that.” Lucy ran her hand through her hair. She always did that when she was nervous.
“I’ll make sure that you’re not compromised in any way.” He promised. Lucy took a deep breath, and shook her head.
“Well, let’s get this over with so I don’t have it hanging over me the rest of the day. How do you think we should dress me?”
“You remember that hot office picture set you did? The boardroom one?” He asked. Lucy nodded her head.
“Yeah, the one I took after reading that steamy letter of yours. I soaked right through that pair of nylons.”
“Well, we’re going to take advantage of those nylons. So you better put them on so they can be creamy when he gets them. We need to bait the trap so he’ll fall for it.”
Lucy made a disgusted face, and then sighed.
“Ok, as long as it’s for the trap.” He helped her up again, pulling her once more into his arms. She clung to him, feeling his hands run over her shoulders, and his lips kiss her head. He made her feel so safe sometimes. And he made her feel so alive. This was going to work out, she trusted it to. He bent down and picked up her bathrobe off the floor. Lucy blushed when he ran his finger through the wet stain they’d left. He smiled at her and kissed her softly. She felt vulnerable, and yet confident, and she decided that she definitely wasn’t through trying to distract him. The ache she felt for him was undeniable, even when they were doing something other than lovemaking. She sighed.
“Well, Lucy, lets go dress you for the kill. We’re going to make it so that he’ll never even think of messing with you.”
He took her hand and led her toward the bedroom. Lucy felt some anxiety, but was willing to do what it took to get her ex-boss off her case forever. And since they were going to be in her bedroom, she might have a few surprises of her own before they carried out their plan. She smiled and squeezed his hand. He looked at her, and she saw the answering smile spread across his face.
"You never get enough, do you?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.
"I'm insatiable... for..." she whispered, suddenly aware that they'd stopped and he'd pinned her against the bedroom door.
"For what?" he asked. She felt his fingertip run down her arm, tease her down her side, and pause just below her naval. Her whole body was humming and edgy.
"For.. you." She sighed. "For you... Brian..."
"Oh Baby..." Then he kissed her suddenly and deeply, and she felt her knees give out at the same moment his hand cupped up against her crotch. A finger teased it's way between her kitty lips, stroking against her damp heat. She shook and wiggled, and sighed again.
"I want you. Please.. oh don't you dare stop." She hissed. She was rewarded by his finger sliding inside, and then arching up beneath her pubic bone and stroking the soft flesh there near her g-spot.
"Oh god." she whispered. "Oh my..." The blunt head of his arousal joined in the party, bumping against her thigh.
"Just making sure you're wet..." he teased, as he rubbed it on the outsides of her pussy lips, parting them open. He could smell her sweet sexy scent and it was heady perfume. And then he arched his hips and his aim was perfect. She closed her eyes as she felt him slip inside her body again. He slowly teased his way in, entering her in one long slow burn. And then out again, excruciatingly slow, as he wound her up tight. Lucy could feel the tension increase, stroke by delicious stroke. And his mouth claimed hers and she gave herself to him. And then his fingertip stroked across her clit, and Lucy swore she saw stars... as the universe once more came unglued... and she called out his name. And in her ear he answered...