Chapter 3: The Act(s)

Suze was fighting all her hormones not to follow Paul up the stairs and fuck him right then and there. He was coming back down, with the condoms, and then they were going to have sex. Sex that Suze had always hoped for with Jesse. Hot, unadulterated, any way, anywhere sex. She fought the urge to strip down naked and jump up on the counter, while he was away, instead wanting him to be the one to peel off her clothes already wet with sweat.

She heard something drop, make a crashing sound, and then a string of cuss words after that. Not long after, Paul came rushing in with a value box of Trojans in hand, his shirt and tie missing. His pants and shoes were still on. Paul came over to her and kissed her hard on the mouth, pressing one condom into her hand. Then his hands came upon her shoulders and started slipping her dress off.

The soft skin of her shoulders caressed Paul's palms and made him shiver in anticipation. Still kissing her, Paul slipped the wisp of a dress off. He pulled away from their kiss and looked at her, standing in the middle of the kitchen. Suze's dress pooled around her heeled feet. Standing there in her three inch, tie up, fuck-me heels and sexy lingerie made Paul instantly hard. While he stood there looking at her, his mouth agape, Suze slipped her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra.

The second her bra hit the floor, Paul's mouth was on Suze's—his hands playing with her erect nipples. Already Suze was bursting with pleasure she had never felt before, but had always dreamed of. He pushed her up against the counter roughly, both of them breathing hard. The coolness of the marble shocked her sensitive skin and made her gasp into Paul's mouth.

Scooping her up, Paul plopped her on the counter, his fingers lingering on her hips. Suze allowed her hands to drift towards Paul's belt buckle, which she quickly undid, followed by the button and the zipper. Her nimble fingers slipped inside his boxers and ran along the length of him. He shivered, rocking on the balls of his feet towards her. But all too quickly, she pulled her hand away. Paul looked down at Suze intensely and then pulled her underwear off, managing to pull his down as well before Suze could even register how cold the marble was against her bare cheeks.

After kissing her hard on the mouth, Paul said roughly, "Put it on." Suze obliged and opened the package, then carefully slipped it onto him. He shivered again and looked down at her. Once everything was in order, Paul pulled Suze towards him by her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began peppering his hairline with kisses.

She felt the tip of him; then the moment Paul caught her mouth in his, he pushed into her. Suze could feel the explosion as he rocked into her again and again. Almost immediately she came, in great, sobbing waves. She clutched to him, as he moved faster and faster into her. He didn't stop at any time to ask if she was comfortable, he just did his own thing, pleasing her and himself all at the same time, without hurting her. Jesse could never just take care of himself and his needs, it always had to be her. All the time, Jesse catered to her—pushing his own opinions about what she wanted on her.

Suze kept her eyes shut, feeling more connected with any human being she had been before. Paul grunted and Suze moaned as she felt another orgasm peaking within her. Was this possible? Then, she felt Paul heave and shiver within her, and she rode her own ecstasy waves, right up against him. His head collapsed into the nook of her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her.

"Oh Suze," he whispered, kissing her skin softly. "Oh Suze, I've been waiting so long." Paul lifted his head up and kissed Suze softly on the lips.

Suze took control of the kiss, suddenly wanting to do the whole thing over again. Aggressively she took Paul's gorgeous head of hair in her hands and pulled his mouth closer to hers.

"I want you again," she whispered into his ear after licking it kinkily. Suze could feel his smile against her cheek. "And again, and again, and again."

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Paul took Suze up to his bedroom in his arms and ravished her, the "proper" way, while doing some very improper things, which made Suze moan like the whore she wanted to be with him. She came, wave after wave of pure delightful ecstasy.

"Dear God," Paul said hoarsely while he rolled off of Suze and onto the bed beside her.

"Have I worn the Poor Slater out?" Suze teased while moving onto her side, and beginning to trace the planes of his chest lightly with her fingertips. Her voice was sexy and sultry; it was low, meant only for him to hear.

Paul didn't find it at all funny. He had climaxed four times in a row in less than half an hour. He needed at least a ten-minute break. If that, he thought haughtily. It wasn't fair; females could just plow right on, one orgasm after the other until they died of starvation. Paul grunted to make some sort of response, then gazed up at Suze's angelic face. It was still framed by the same beautiful chestnut hair, which grazed her shoulders in a soft, chic cut. Her skin was soft and creamy, just like he had always imagined.

Suze's fingers drifted across his stomach to his hand. She played within his palm for a while and then glided up his arm to his shoulder. There, her lips picked up while her fingers ran through his sweaty hair. Kissing his neck softly, Suze began to suck and Paul went immediately hard. So much for needing a break, buddy.

While her hands moved down the planes of his stomach towards his waist, her lips moved to his, landing hard, tongue demanding entrance. "I need you, Slater," she whispered. Her fingers found him and began stroking him teasingly.

"I need you to-O-o, Simon," Paul struggled to say when Suze surprisingly gave him a gentle squeeze.

"Say my name again," Suze demanded while circling the tip of him with the tip of her finger.

"Simon."

With that, Suze smiled and drifted downwards. Stunned, Paul waited in silence. Then her mouth picked up where her fingers left off. He nearly exploded right then, but he restrained himself, knowing that he wanted this to last for as long as he could fight it for.

Sure, he had had blowjobs before—silly assistant bimbos and female college professors who wanted desperately to explore Paul's anatomy. His first ones had really blown and not in the good way. Kelly was nothing to brag about, and Paul tried not to think or mention her at all when nostalgia of those teenage years was brought up.

Fighting back the urge to come, Paul bit into his lips, and gripped Suze's shoulders hard. Up and down, her sultry mouth went. Then it went around. He moaned, knowing that release was inevitably coming soon. He looked down at her and saw that she was looking up at him. Their eyes locked for only a second before his head snapped back as he climaxed.

After some more romping around in the bed, Suze decided to leave Paul to rest. She looked down at him, sprawled across the bed, naked and sweaty. He was gorgeous and foreign, but so familiar. She stared at him some more and then sank into the comfy bed right next to him. After a moment of settling in, Paul's arm came around her and he molded perfectly against her rear. And it was right then that Suze felt like crying.

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Paul awoke the next morning to find Suze asleep within the circle of his strong arms. She was snoring softly, a piece of her chestnut hair moving with her constant breathing. He looked down her body in the morning light, which was even more flattering to her attributes. Her breasts heaved slowly against his sheets and her legs were entwined with his. Staring at her for a few moments, Paul thought about the first time he had met Suze and with that came their entire history. And with that came thoughts of Jesse.

Fuck, Paul thought. Now he felt dirty. They had just committed adultery—something he'd done before with one of his cute young assistants. Then it had been nothing, he didn't know the guy or the girl personally. He had just needed an easy lay, which he got, as always. But with Suze and Jesse it was personal to all parties concerned. Sleeping with Suze had been wonderful, all six times. But now he felt like a filthy, horrible, scumbag. What if Suze got up and felt regret. Wouldn't that be a living hell to have to deal through all that awkwardness? Then what if Jesse found out? Oh holy shit, Paul did not want to think about that. His free hand came up to his head and rubbed his temples. Now he had a headache. Wonderful.

He carefully dealt with Suze's head and headed for the shower. He felt sticky with dried sweat; a good hot shower would help clear his head. Turning on the water, Paul let it heat up and checked on Suze again. She was still sleeping, which was good, because he didn't want to wake her. He wanted to enjoy his shower before all the fucking shit came flying at him this morning, spinning him into an even further crappy mood. Stepping into his shower, Paul inhaled the steam and instantly felt his head clear. The water poured over the flat planes of his body, making everything disappear momentarily.

Hands suddenly came around his waist and Paul jumped forward, startled out of his thoughts.

"Good morning," Suze said while stepping under the water current with Paul. She smiled at him. That must be a good sign, yeah? He thought and returned the smile. Her lips came up to meet his eagerly.

Pulling away from her intoxicating lips, Paul looked down at her, her hair already damp and her body glistening with water. "Good morning, Suze." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "I have to be in at work at around eleven."

"Really?" Suze asked as her hands drifted across his naked chest and into his soaked hair.

"Yeah. Three whole hours until I have to be at work," Paul said while Suze pulled his head closer to hers.

"Isn't that wonderful?"

"I would say so." Paul kissed Suze hard, while his hands drifted down, bringing her closer to him. He gripped her ass, making her flush against him. The water poured down around them, sending them into an isolated state. Just the two of them, kissing intensely, wrapped around each other.

"Make love to me again." Suze demanded into Paul's ear.

"I'd like nothing better." Paul hoisted Suze up against the stone shower wall and pressed his lips against her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders to steady herself. Suze could feel him already hard against her inner thigh. She let her head roll back against the cool stone, the water hitting her face gently, rolling down her neck where Paul was kissing with his hungry lips.

His one free hand came up and grazed her breast, brushing the nipple. Instantly, Suze could feel the fire building within her. Her nipple stood erect, waiting more torment. Paul took it in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. Suze gripped the top of his head, her fingers sinking into his hair. Moaning heavily, Suze wanted him now.

Paul continued to torture her slowly with his mouth dancing around her skin, until Suze pulled his head up and locked her eyes with his. "Now, Slater, or God help me."

He smiled at her then, all cockily, knowing full well the effects he was having on her. It was infuriating but bloody wonderful all at the same time. Suze pulled him closer, and his lips came crashing down on hers, while his hand guided him into her.

Pushing in, Suze cried out as her hands dug into Paul's shoulders.

"Simon," Paul whispered into her ear, as he pulled out and plunged in again. She whimpered and shuddered, her whole body awake to the sensations he was forcing her through. His hands held her up against the wall, grasping her bottom tightly; her hands atop his shoulders, digging into his muscular flesh. In and out, he went, the water pouring over the pair of them, keeping them in an alienated world all their own.

Then she came and he followed, his head sliding back as she cradled it with her gentle hands. As his eyes slipped open, he looked up at her with an intoxicated smile. She smiled down at him, just as happy as she imagined he was.

"Three whole hours, huh, Slater?" She asked him flirtatiously.