nipple as he said it, sparking my already sensitised body. I didn't reply, just pulling him into a deep kiss.
His hand slid down to palm my clitoris, before he slipped two fingers inside me, gently pumping them back and forth. His mouth enveloped my nipple with heat, his tongue causing a spike of pleasure that travelled straight down to my groin. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, and over the satiny skin of his back. He groaned.
"Please, I want you inside me," I begged shamelessly. He grabbed a condom, and within seconds, was nudging into me.
This time, he moved slowly, changing angles to stroke every inch of my insides, and wring as much pleasure as possible from our lovemaking. He caressed my breasts as he kept his deliciously slow pace, murmuring over and over how beautiful he thought I was.
Whether it was the effects of being denied an earlier orgasm, or just his slow, exact pace, but the orgasm I felt brewing inside me threatened to rip me apart. He must have felt my insides quivering, because he pinched my nipples at exactly the right moment. I came with a scream, unable to do anything except lay helplessly as everything inside me pulled tight and pulsed mercilessly.
He watched me come, his expression inscrutable. After the waves of my climax subsided, he came with a shout, his body shuddering as he let go. He kissed me passionately before pulling out and laying beside me propped up on his elbow.
"That better?"
"Much," I said, "but what was that all about earlier?"
He shrugged. "Embarrassed about coming so quick I guess. I haven't suffered premature ejaculation since I was a teenager."
"Have you slept with many women?" I was curious. He eyed me suspiciously.
"Probably about average for my age," he answered evasively, "how many men have you slept with?"
"Only three in my entire life, including you." He looked stunned.
"How come?"
I shrugged, "same boy through college, one while I was doing my traineeship. I was never into the whole sleeping around thing, plus, as I said before, my focus has been my career."
Oscar snuggled into me after I turned the light off, kissing my shoulder softly. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, feeling surprisingly comfortable against the warmth and hardness of his body.
The following morning, Oscar dragged himself out of bed and downstairs, dutifully, at six, so I could get myself off to the gym at my usual time. Before he left, he invited me up to his office for lunch. As he would be in Sussex all weekend, it comforted me to know I wasn't being treated as a once a week shag. Meeting at his office seemed to elevate me towards girlfriend status, which made me happy. I practically skipped to the gym.
The morning seemed to last forever. I was still working on the boring merger, so I threw myself into checking everything line by line to try and take my mind off how slowly the clock was moving. The only mildly exciting event was being invited out for Friday night drinks by the men I shared the office with. Matt explained that most of the lawyers met at 'Lauren's bar' every Friday after work, and as I was no longer the newbie, I was invited.
Finally, five to twelve came around, and I headed up in the lifts. Goldings bank took an entire two floors in the tower, being a major player in corporate finance. I smoothed the front of my dress as I strode towards the ornate reception desk, taking in the artwork on the walls and plush furnishings of the foyer area.