Unfortunately I still don't own Chuck :(

Chapter 5

She woke to his alarm. As he reached over to switch it off, she realized she was still lying half on top of him, just a sheet covering them.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"9.30," he replied. "What time is Molly getting back?"

"Not til this evening," she replied, yawning. "Don't you have meetings?" she asked.

"When you said you'd come back last night, I cancelled them," she could hear the smile in his voice. "Nothing urgent, just some initial meetings with real estate agents."

"So I was a sure thing?" she joked, looking at him.

"Not really," he said, leaning up to give her a kiss on the lips. "But even if we were just sleeping, I wanted to maximize my time with you."

"That was a good answer, Mr Bartowski," she told him, grinning.

"It was a true answer, Sarah," he said seriously. "I think you're a very special woman and I wouldn't want to rush you. Any time I can get with you is wonderful," he paused and then he smirked. "Of course, what we did this morning was pretty wonderful too!"

"Yes, it was indeed Mr Bartowski," she replied playfully. "I can tell you that if that was a standard offering from the Bartowski service policy, this customer will be back regularly for further service."

"That is good to know, Miss Walker," he said, flipping her over so she was on her back. "Would she like some more service now?"

"Hmmmm," she hummed, reaching up to kiss him for a long minute. "I just need to run to the bathroom and I'll be back in a second."

"Good idea," he allowed, rolling to the side, so she could get out from under him. "I'll put some coffee on. Or would you prefer tea?" he asked.

"Coffee's fine," she told him on the way to the toilet.

"Shall we order some breakfast?" he called as she closed the door. "I can schedule it for later?"

She was gonna say no but then her stomach rumbled, and she realized it had been quite some time since she ate. She sat on the toilet. "Why not?" she called, and he went mercifully quiet. She finished her pee, washed herself and her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips were slightly swollen and there was a look in her eyes she didn't recognize. A look of happiness, of wonder, she thought. She brushed her hair slightly to tidy up and headed outside.

"About time!" he exclaimed, pushing the menu into her hands. "Here – pick what you want!" then he ran into the bathroom as well.

She grinned and went to sit on the bed. She didn't bother snagging anything to cover herself. Given that she spent a large proportion of her day naked in front of people, being naked in front of only one person wasn't a big thing for her. The toilet flushed and she heard the tap turn on then off. Out he came in all his glory.

She couldn't help enjoying the view. "Nice look Mr Bartowski," she grinned.

"Thanks," he replied as he came to sit next to her. "See anything you like?" he asked.

"On the menu or on the bed?" she flirted.

"Fuck, I walked right into that," he exclaimed, banging his hand against his forehead.

She leaned over to kiss him. "Yes, you did." Realising that she'd get more contact if she straddled him, she did so. "Anything looks good," she said, attaching her lips to his. She was pleased as his cock started to stand to attention.

"Oh ho," he gasped. "If you carry on doing that, we're not gonna get any breakfast."

"What, can't you multi-task?" she asked, kissing his neck and his collarbone.

"No fair!" he exclaimed, clambering to his feet, lowering her to the bed and heading round it to get to the phone. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled the phone out of its cradle, pressing the room service button. Seeing an opportunity, she schooled her grin and went to stand in front of him. Then she lowered herself to the floor as he said. "Yes, this is Charles Bartowski in room 1412. I'd like to order some breakfast."

She ignored his shocked gasp as she pushed her lips down his cock. While she'd never received oral before last night, she'd given it a few times and her partners had always been appreciative, so making her lips hard she pushed up and down his cock a few times, enjoying his look of consternation as his voice wavered.

"Y- yes," he started, his eyes rolling up in his head, then he gripped the bed clothes as he sought to get control. She grinned up at him as he glared down at her. "I -I'd like to order two Canadian breakfasts," he said. "Yes, a s- selection of p- pastries. Can you make sure there's a few chocolate croissants in there?" she grinned around his cock as she heard once again an example of him bearing her wishes in mind. She deepthroated him to reward him for his care and his breath hitched. "A ch- chocolate m- muffin and a b- blueberry muffin," he added.

"Yes, all the trimmings," he said. "Orange, grapefruit or apple juice?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Grapefruit," she said around his cock, giving him a grin. He shook his head at her but returned the grin. "One apple and one grapefruit juice please," he said, then listened. "Yeah, just the normal s- selection of fruit." He listened. "Yeah. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate?" he asked her again. "Coffee," she said, licking his tip for emphasis.

His intake of breath was worth it. He swallowed heavily and then said, voice perhaps a little higher than usual. "Two coffees, please." Then he paused for a while. His free hand started massaging her head, not pushing her down onto his cock like other partners had done, but running his fingers through her hair and stroking her scalp. She moaned into the contact.

"Fine, forty-five minutes," he said finally. "See you then." He crashed the receiver back on the phone. "You are such a minx Miss Walker!"

"Mmmm," she moaned, "tastes good," and she went straight on doing what she was doing.

He brought his other hand round and also started massaging her head with it. "That feels amazing," he told her. "Thank you."

What an amazing guy he was, she reflected. No other partner had ever thanked her for a blow job, certainly not while she was doing it. And all the others had tried to force her throat deeper, not taken the opportunity of massaging her head to do something for her.

"Mmmm," she moaned again, enjoying his little hitch of breath and the feeling of his hands on her head.

"Sarah, I'm close," he gasped.

"Mmmm lovely," she told him. "Wanna taste you."

Maybe that didn't come out clearly around her mouthful, because he said urgently. "I'm gonna cum!"

She carried on what she was doing and he seemed to get the message. He took his hands off her head and gripped the sheet on either side of him. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed as he sheeted cum into her mouth. She kept going, trying to suck every last bit out of him. "Oh God," he moaned, as his cock twitched and then started to shrink.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, swallowing her mouthful, then she licked his tip, making sure to get the last few drips. "I enjoyed that."

"Me too," he gasped. "Come up here." She clambered on top of him and he pulled her up, reaching up to kiss her. She shied away. No man had ever wanted to kiss her after they'd cummed in her.

"Listen, if you can drink it then it's good enough for me," he told her. "You didn't balk at tasting your cum on me last night. What sort of hypocrite would I be if I didn't reward you for the best blow job ever?"

He really was an amazing man, she thought as she dove in for a deep kiss. Their tongues duelled even as his finger reached down and started rubbing her clit. "Mmmm," she moaned into him, enjoying the sensation of bodily contact. He pushed a finger into her and she moaned again. She was pleased to feel that things were picking up down there.

He surprised her when he disengaged and pulled himself out from under her. He stood up and pushed her into the bed, face down. "Do you know what naughty minxes get who try and embarrass their boyfriends?" he asked, a hard tone in his voice.

"N- no," she replied, insanely aroused by his sudden change of demeanor.

"They get fucked from behind!" he exclaimed, smacking her on the right ass cheek.

"Would my naughty little minx like that?"

"Y- yes," she gasped. She'd only done doggy once, but the penetration had been much deeper than other positions. About as good as the girl on top position they'd done last night.

He bent her ass so he had better access to her pussy and then he pushed inside her.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as he pushed much deeper than he had last night.

"Does my troublesome minx like that?" he asked as he slowly pulled out and then pushed in, establishing a hard but slow rhythm.

"Y- yes," she managed.

"What was that?" She yelped as he smacked her ass with his open hand. "Does my little minx want me to spank her ass so that she'll have to wear concealer on it tonight?"

"Hnngggg," she moaned as the sensations built up. He kept up the same steady rhythm and she was fit to burst, then he leaned forward and gently cupped her breasts in his hands, and she did.

"Fuck!" she screamed out as the orgasm swept over her. She lost power in her arms and collapsed on the bed but he kept fucking her, prolonging the waves of ecstasy that swept over her. Finally she came down to earth and he was still fucking her. The pressure building much quicker this time.

"Harder," she begged. "Please, harder," and he replied by speeding up his rhythm, pushing in and pulling out of her with more force. He continued to fondle her breasts, withdrawing a hand occasionally to slap her ass.

"Oh God…oh fuck…oh God…oh fuck," she was conscious of herself repeating as the pressure built within her again.

"Close?" he panted.

"Fuck yeah!" she managed to grunt out through her litany of arousal.

And then he reached under her and pulled her back, arching her back. "Ohmygod!" she screeched as his cock drove into her G-spot and a kaleidoscope of stars burst in front of her eyes. She could feel herself clenching and unclenching, his cum coating her walls and her legs collapsed. The next thing she was aware of was him holding her up over the bed, gently kissing and nibbling her shoulder and back. His arm was still around her middle, supporting her.

"OK?" he asked.

"Fuckinghell," she managed.

"Can you get on the bed?" he asked.

"Try," she mumbled, trying to send the commands to her arms and legs which seemed not to be connected to her brain. Eventually, and with some effort on her part, she managed to clamber onto the bed. She collapsed on her side and he clambered over the top of her and lay down behind her, cradling her to him, hands and arms wrapping around her breasts and pulling her back into his chest.

They lay there as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

She had never felt anything like this before and she nearly cried as the feelings of intimacy washed over her.

"Ohmygod," she mumbled again. "That was AMAZING!" she clasped his hands, holding them against her. "What is your magic, man?" she gasped.

"Just want to please the most amazing woman I've ever met," he replied, and tears came to her eyes at the naked adulation in his voice.

"Well, even though she's not worthy, she thanks you," she replied. "I've never experienced anything like this." She was saved from a more meaty discussion by a knock on the door and a call of "Room Service".

"Coming!" he called, clambering out of bed. He pulled the duvet over her, so she was completely covered, kissed her gently on the head and then called again. "Two seconds," as he went into the bathroom. He came out wearing a white robe and stepped into the other room, pulling the door closed so she wouldn't be seen. She heard voices from next door for a few seconds and then the door closed.

"I hope you've got a big appetite," he said, pulling the door open, "Because we appear to have enough food for about four people!"

"I could eat," she grinned, now with enough feeling in her limbs to sit up and get to the edge of the bed.

"Two secs," he told her and scooted into the bathroom again. He returned with a robe which he held out open to her.

"Gone off my body already Chuck?" she sassed him, stepping up and reaching her hand into the open arms. The material was fluffy and highly decadent. "God it's so soft," she observed.

"Sarah, if you stay naked, we're not gonna get much eating done," he told her.

"Maybe you need to work on your self-control," she joked.

"I'll give you self-control," he lunged at her and started tickling her sides.

"No Chuck!" she screeched, moving towards the bed. He came down on top of her, preventing her escape and kept tickling her as she screeched and moaned.

"S- stop!" she moaned but he carried on. "I'm gonna pee!" she screamed, but he carried on. "OK I give!" she moaned, and he stopped.

"Apologize!" he ordered.

"I'm sorry I said you have no self-control," she said, panting.

"Good," he grinned and let her up, extending an arm to help her off the bed as she pouted.

"No fair," she said.

"I know," he said mournfully. "You get a girl a beautiful breakfast and she insults you."

She poked him in the side and then doubled into the bedroom.

"Chuck! What's this?" she asked. The breakfast was there as expected, but it shared the table with a huge arrangement of red roses in an amazing crystal vase.

"I hope you like them," he said, slightly nervously. "I ordered them last night when I knew you'd be staying over." She looked from him to the roses. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever down for her.

"Thank you," she said seriously, standing up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "They're beautiful." She went over to smell them and they smelt divine. "Oh God, they smell gorgeous," she said.

"They came in that box down there," he told her. "When we leave, we can just put them back so you can carry them home with you."

"When we leave?" she asked as he drew out a chair and she sat at the table. She hadn't even noticed the breakfast she was so focused on the roses.

He went around taking the covers off the food, exposing the croissants, cooked breakfast and the other stuff.

"Yeah, I've got a late check out but I've gotta blow this joint by 3pm," he explained. "Help yourself," he told her, pointing at the breakfast.

She was ravenous and just jumped right in, eating bits of everything. The chocolate croissants were nice, but the muffin was the best ever and the sausages and fried potatoes in the cooked breakfast were to die for. He was clearly just as hungry and for a few minutes the only sounds were chewing and satisfied hums.

"Wow," she murmured after a time. "There's enough here for two meals."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Why don't you take some of it back home with you? It'd be stupid to waste it."

She hated wasting food, but she looked at it doubtfully. "I don't want to be too much trouble," she said.

"Don't be nuts," he said. "I'll just call downstairs and ask for some take out boxes. I'm sure they get that sort of request all the time."

"Well, if you're sure," she agreed, already salivating over the almost untouched plate of fruit which would make a tasty dinner for her.

"Yeah, of course," he said. "In fact, I'll do it now," he said and went into the bedroom to call downstairs. She sipped her coffee for a few minutes, feeling well fed.

"So," he said from the doorway, "I've eaten my breakfast, now it's time for me to eat my desert."

She turned around to see him leaning against the doorway naked. Her eyes bugged out. "Again?" she asked.

"What can I say?" he grinned. "When you've got the most beautiful woman in the world in your room, you just want to make love to her."

She stood, shedding her robe which pooled on the floor. "If you're trying to get in my pants you're going the right way about it, Mr Bartowski," she said.

He raised his eyebrows. "Miss Walker, you're not wearing any pants!" he replied.

She gave him a wry smile and acknowledged, "Good point."

She crossed over to him and he pulled her in for a kiss. She could taste chocolate on his tongue from the croissant. "Mmmmm," she moaned, pulling back slightly. "What a nice way to get my chocolate fix."

"Well, I want my protein fix," he growled, pushing her towards the bed and lowering her onto it.

When she realized what he was going to do, she told him, "Chuck you don't have to…"

Positioning himself at her entrance he said. "But Sarah, I want to." And then he dove in, causing her to yelp in surprise and pleasure. "Oh my God," she moaned as he seemed to push all her buttons. Last night must have been a dress rehearsal as he experimented to see what she liked. Today was the main performance and it was only seconds before she exploded into a huge orgasm. By the time he pushed back and came to lie next to her she'd had three more orgasms and her breath was coming in little pants.

"Mmm," he observed, "I love those amazing little moans you make."

Staring up at the ceiling she managed, with great effort to turn to look at him. "Ughuh," she grunted, as he pulled her towards him, drawing her body round so they faced each other on their sides. He pulled her head into his shoulder and enveloped her back in his arms, bringing her gently against him. "Shhhh," he whispered. "Relax now." His hands started massaging her back and she melted into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of being held as she slowly came down from her high.

"How did you do that?" she wondered.

"I listen to your body," he told her, looking deep into her eyes. "I try and do what seems to turn you on the most."

"It worked," she said, leaning in to peck him on the lips. Then she pushed him over and clambered on top of him. She didn't need to check if he was hard, she'd already felt his erection digging into her thigh. And she didn't need to check if she was wet. She was so aroused she didn't know if she'd ever be dry again!

She just guided him inside her and started pushing herself up and down on top of him, using her hands on either side of his body to support herself.

"Wow," he gasped. "I love seeing your breasts jiggle," and he leaned up to kiss them.

She pushed him down again, "Touch but not kiss," she ordered. "I'm driving here."

"Yes ma'am," he said facetiously sketching a salute, but instead of going to her breasts, his hands went to her butt and squeezed her ass cheeks. Then he started rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"Fuck," she gasped as arousal swept through her. How did he do that?

She continued moving up and down on top of him. Even though she was very fit, the activities of the last several hours began to catch up with her after a while and she began to run out of steam.

"Want me to take over?" he asked, gently massaging her back and the top of her ass.

"Yeah," she gasped, leaning forward.

"Come down," he ordered, pulling her towards him. Her skin was sweaty where she came into contact with him but he didn't seem to care as he took over, thrusting himself into her.

"Fuck," she moaned.

"That's the general idea!" he joked as she gave him an old-fashioned look and he grinned at her. He pulled her further down so that her breasts were lying on his chest and he used his hands and arms to massage her back, again reaching up to the nape of her neck as he pushed into her and pulled out. The pressure was building within her again, the intimacy of the position adding to the arousal of their coupling.

"Close?" he gasped.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Good," he said, keeping up his rhythm.

The pressure was building inexorably and she choked out. "Chuck!"

"Just a little while," he pleaded and she clenched herself, trying to hold it off as the pressure shot up a level.

"Hnng," she moaned, panting short breaths with the effort of not cumming. She looked into his eyes and saw the moment as he came - his eyes widening. That was the moment she couldn't hold herself any longer and she moaned hard as she orgasmed, back arching and stars in front of her eyes as the wave of euphoria swept through her body and she clenched around him.

She collapsed on him and just lay there as they concentrated on catching their breaths.

"Wow," he murmured into her hair. "Just when I think you can't get any more hot, you raise the bar again."

She didn't reply, just focusing on breathing. She nuzzled his mouth to show she appreciated the compliment. She didn't know what he saw in her, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She'd orgasmed more in the last twenty-four hours than in most of the rest of her life put together.

Finally her breathing recovered and she regained some feeling in her extremities. "That was amazing Chuck," she rasped. "Thank you."

"Hey, it takes two to tango," he told her, still stroking her back. "You were amazing too. God, watching your breasts jiggling around while you were on top has to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

She grinned in his shoulder. "My breasts thank you for the compliment," she replied.

"My cock thanks your breasts for being the sexiest breasts ever, your mouth for doing things to me I've never felt before and your gorgeous pussy for being so tight and welcoming," he said. "You genuinely are a Goddess." God, how did he even make that sound sexy? It could have been cheesy, but it genuinely felt good to hear that from him. Especially considering he'd done things to her body that she hadn't ever believed were possible. She'd thought multiple orgasms were myths, yet he'd done that to her. And cuddling? That had never been in her vocabulary before, but it felt amazing.

"Wow," he said. "We may need to take a break for a while. The spirit's willing but the flesh is out of practice."

"That's fine," she replied. "I'm happy just to bask for a while and get my Chuck fix."

"Works for me," he said, and they relaxed together.

They'd showered separately in the end. She would have been happy to go together, but by the time they got up it was just before 1pm and time was starting to tighten up. Being the gentleman he was, he let her go first. She had been right last night; the shower had been to die for. She must have stayed in there for twenty minutes in the end, and by the time she came out her mind was finally capable of higher function again.

That was both a blessing and a curse.

Because thinking about the amazing time they'd had made her understand quite how special Chuck could be. But if she wanted this to go further then she had to be straight with him. She had to tell him about her past.

He'd used the time she'd been in the shower to clean up and pack most of his stuff up. She used the time he was in the shower to think about what she needed to say and plan how to say it. When he came out of the shower, wrapped in his robe, cleanly shaven and looking uber sexy she was tempted to shelve her plan, but she needed to carry through with it.

"Chuck," she said. "How would you like to spend the afternoon at my place? You could get a cab to the airport from there…"

His eyes had widened. "If it wouldn't be an imposition, I'd love to see your place Sarah," he replied. So they busied themselves with getting dressed, he packed up his last few toiletries, grabbed some of the unopened ones for her and, when he thought she wasn't looking, packed the robe she'd fallen in love with in his bag.

He's so lovely, she thought, hoping everything would be OK.

He checked out early and they got a cab straight from the hotel. It was a tight fit between his bags, her flowers and the take out boxes from breakfast, but they managed to get everything in the trunk. She held his hand in the back seat as they drove through Toronto's streets in the rain.

The rain fitted in well with her mood. She tried to hold up her end of the conversation, but the truth was she was becoming more and more nervous. How would he react? She hoped it would be OK, but she couldn't guarantee it and that worried her. She hoped last night wouldn't be a one-off because it had been really special to her.

They arrived finally and he dumped his bags in the entrance hall, looking around with interest. She was proud of their little apartment. It was clean and it was cheerful and it did the both of them well. She pointed out Molly's room with all her posters and toys and her own room, with bare walls and her study plan on her desk cum dressing table. He noticed his card sitting there in pride of place.

She invited him into the open plan sitting area and offered him a drink. Sitting down with a sigh, he asked, "Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

She was unsurprised to discover that he'd noticed how unsettled she'd become. He was so empathic, she guessed, that it probably wasn't a surprise.

She smiled wanly. "Last night was really important to me Chuck," she told him. "You totally blew my mind. You made me excited about the future in a way I haven't been for many years, if ever. I'd like to take whatever this is between us forward, but I realized you don't know some important things about me, and I think you need to know them before you can make a reasonable decision about whether you want to have a relationship with me."

He looked into her eyes. "I think the fact that you're making a point of telling me this before we "move forward with our relationship" tells me all I need to know about who you are as a person Sarah," he said. "But, by all means, tell me what you think I need to know."

So she did.

Thanks to all those who've reviewed and favorited! A little bit of Sarah's history next chapter...