AN: Hi all, so, I've never written a sex scene before and I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with it. But here we go...

Chapter 12

He looked up when he heard his door click closed. Chris was standing with her back against the door. She was wrapped up in a fluffy white robe with the hotel logo embroidered on the left breast in gold and her feet were bare. She looked small and fragile and a little afraid. He was off the bed in a second and walking towards her.

"Are you OK?" he asked concerned.

"Stop." She said firmly. "Stay there."

He halted in the middle of the room, confused. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She replied. "Just stay there"

She had no real plan, so he just stood there watching her, his eyes trying to figure out what was wrong. She looked him over head to toe. He had taken off the Jacket and Vest he had been wearing earlier in the day and had lay them over the back of a chair. He had unbuttoned his shirt, it hung open to show the white singlet underneath. He was still in his jeans, which hugged his hips, the top of his underwear peeped over the top of the low waistline, he had removed his belt and his shoes and socks. She was curious what he looked like without the shirt.

She walked forward and stopped in front of him. She reached out hesitantly and eased the shirt off his shoulders. He didn't move, so she slid it down his arms and tossed it to the side. She stepped back again and admired him in the white singlet. His shoulders were broad and heavily muscled but not all veiny like a body builder. Everything was firm and sculptured. He had more tattoos other than the fleur-di-lis on his neck & his whole left arm. Now she was closer to him She could see the left arm was actually was covered in highly detailed Celtic knot work and he had big cross on his other arm knotted as well and it had a Fleur-di-lis in the center. She was curious to see if he had any more tattoos. She stepped forward again and pulled the singlet upwards, releasing it from the waist of his jeans he acquiesced by lifting his arms. She had to stand on tippy toes to get it over the top of his head and he lowered his arms to help her remove it completely. It followed the shirt to the floor.

She drew in a deep breath at the sight of him, he was perfectly chiselled. His chest bulged and her abdominals rippled but there were no other tattoos on his front, so she walked slowly around him. He followed her with his eyes but didn't move otherwise. He didn't know where this was going but he liked it.

He had a star on his right shoulder... she reached out her hand and touched it briefly noting that his spine stiffened a little at her feather light caress. She liked the reaction and slid her cool finger tips slowly over the rest of his massive and muscular back. His skin was hot to the touch and so very firm. There were a few glossy scars here and there, a testament to his perilous life. She ran her fingers over a large circular scar on the right side of his lower back that was obviously a bullet wound, the skin was super soft and smooth. She saw goose flesh rise and she smiled.

She wondered if the bullet had gone right through, and keeping her hands in contact with his skin walked back around to his front. There was a scar to match on the front, the bullet had gone through. She traced the scar in wonder before continuing the exploration of his body. Neither of them had said a word, he stood very still but his muscles were taut under her hands. She didn't look at his face, just concentrated on everything else. She saw a scar that was just visible above the low waistline of his jeans, it looked like straight cut that descended below the waistline. She wanted to know where it ended. She needed to know.

She ran her fingers down his washboard abdominals to the top of the scar. She heard his quick intake of breath and watched the muscles ripple in response to her movements. He was trying so very hard to stay still, but he moved restlessly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. With one hand she flipped the button free and drew the fly down on his jeans, pulling the fabric away from the scar, she traced its path downwards. His jeans puddled at his feet, leaving him in a pair of grey boxer briefs, which bore the Planet Saints logo. The scar disappeared under the briefs and reappeared midway down his thigh. Wow, he had big thighs.

Her attention was instantly captured by the very visible bulge cradled inside his under garments. Suddenly the scar didn't seem so important.

She hooked her thumbs into the band of the briefs and slowly lowered them, releasing him carefully from their confines. It seemed that he was big all over, and for a moment she had second thoughts. She was quite a small person and she wondered if she were physically able to accommodate him. She glanced up at his face briefly. His hot eyes were boring into her and his breathing was heavy. She had just walked into his room and stripped him naked. She was not going to turn and walk out again. She reached out a hesitant hand and touched him and heard a soft growl issue from him. She felt her own body purr in response to the sound.

She stepped back from him, taking one step and then another before she stopped and looked him in the eye. She took hold of the folds of her robe and slowly opened it, revealing her naked body beneath. She let the robe slip slowing off her shoulders and down her arms until it dropped to the floor leaving her completely exposed to his scrutiny. She had seen the strippers, prostitutes and gangbangers that frequented the penthouse. She was in no way as endowed as those women. She was curvy, but not augmented like them. She hoped he was as happy with what he saw in her as she was with him.

The Boss was holding his breath as the robe slipped from her perfect body. She was like a delicate flower, small and graceful with curves in the right places. Her breasts were pert and her skin was like Ivory. His mouth went dry as she looked back at him. My God she's beautiful. He wanted to take her right away. But her whole approach to him was exciting and he wanted to know what she would do next. So he waited for her to make her next move, but she had better not be too long about it. They stood facing each other both naked and taking in as much details as possible.

She finally took a step towards him and then another, she reached out her hands and touched his face, drawing him down to her. He didn't resist, far from it, he moved towards her in anticipation and when their lips touched, there was nothing on earth that could have stopped them. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. Their bodies moulded together and he ran his large hands over every inch of her that he could reach. The small portion of his brain that was still working told him that this kiss was so much better than the one when she was impaired by alcohol. His patience ran out when one of her fingertips gently caressed his earlobe. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her easily off her feet and carried her towards the bed. She clung on to him, her arms locked about his neck and her fingers buried in his thick hair.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and she sat on his lap straddling his wide thighs . She released his lips briefly to kiss his neck and let her lips trail up to his left ear. She nibbled gently on the lobe which sent a shudder through him. He had sensitive ears it seemed. His large hands seemed to be touching her everywhere at once, they swept up her back, down to her hips and back up and around to her breasts, each sweeping touch scorching into her core, melting her from the inside. Fuck foreplay. She was ready… Now.

She gripped onto his shoulders with one arm and ran her other hand down his chest between them. And down further until she felt his hot and hard cock. She gripped it in her small hand and changed her position slightly and let him ease inside her. His eyes widened and they sought hers as he slid into her. She groaned and pushed herself down onto him and he filled her completely.

She kissed him with an uncharacteristic ferociousness and began to ride him with an even more uncharacteristic abandon. He kissed her back with desperate need and held her as close as he could, bucking his hips in time with her.

The first time she came it was a surprise, it happened so fast. The second time sent ripples through her whole body, from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. She shuddered in release. A moment later he convulsed with his own great release, cocooning her in his enormous arms and holding her near.

He kept on kissing her as though he couldn't get enough and he lifted her off him and lay her gently on the bed. He continue to kiss her, touch her and make love to her until they were both exhausted and fell into a sated sleep in each others arms.