Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 9 - The Morning After

Whoa. Feeling him pump into me only restarted my sex drive.

I nervously placed my palms on his chest and continued to lift myself up and down, with his hands guiding me.

"I knew you'd...be good at..." Daman tried to say between heavy breaths. His hands rubbed my lower back as encouragement.

Gaining confidence, I began to move my hips in circular motions, and clench my walls around him. I arched my back in pleasure.

"Daman, I..." I couldn't manage to get the words out because I was so out of breath. Understanding me completely, he thrust his hips up, pushing him deeper than I would've imagined. The single action released me, sending strong waves of pleasure throughout my body.

His hands were resting on my hips and his nails were pressing into my skin, surly leaving marks.

When we both recovered from our highs, I climbed off him, and rested my head on his chest.

He arched himself up a tad, hitting my favorite spot and I was immediately rewarded with an amazing pleasure, tingling through every nerve in my body.

"I wish I could last longer with you." Daman chuckled when we were both finished, pulling me close so my head was resting on his chest.

"What?" I smiled, still catching my breath.

"You're so tight, I can never last long with you. You just feel so good." Daman spoke in a low voice.

"I'm just glad I can actually finish when I'm with you." I laughed.

"You mean you've been with someone who hasn't gotten you to finish?" Daman looked at me astonished.

"Are you kidding me? I've had so many boyfriends that would just call it quits when they finished. They would literally just pull out. And some come after like two pumps." I cracked up reminiscing on the terrible sex I had in my freshmen year of college.

"No way!" Daman gasped.

"I'm not joking, it sucked!"

"Why would anyone do something like that?" he gaped.

"Like I would know," I snorted. "Can I ask you a question?" I nudged myself further onto his chest, getting comfortable.

"I'm not sure I'll have an answer." He squeezed me and chuckled showing off his dimples.

"What does the whole Euro thing mean? Why did Michael give it to you and why did he bring it up last night?" I looked up at him.

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh before answering. "I honestly...I just...listen, I know you want to know, but it's in your best interest not to. Maybe one day you'll find out but trust me it's nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing you should be worried about." He fumbled for a response.

I could tell that it clearly was a big deal; he just didn't want to tell me. It was too important for me to know.

I'll find out one day, whether he tells me or not. I convinced myself, knowing that no secret could stay buried forever, especially with Michael blabbering about it.

"Did you know that I was going to be a gynecologist?" I changed the subject knowing he was uncomfortable with my last question.

"No way." He was suddenly intrigued.

"Yup. That was the dream. To be an OB/GYN."

"You wanted to stare at vaginas all day?" Daman gave me an odd look.