It turns out not to be sex, but Italian food.

"I think staying in is better, I don't feel like seeing a lot of people," Vixxen replied.

Larry ordered some Italian food and had it delivered, and other than eating dinner with her, Larry left Vixxen alone and gave her space.

She set up in his guest bedroom, and over the next few days Larry had her belongings moved to his apartment. They took it slowly, with Larry still working at the firm, and with Vixxen easing back into her workout and dance schedule.

Vixxen did move to a gym closer to Larry's place where she would not need a car, but outside of that, and the pain she carried from the turmoil in her life, Vixxen accepted where her life was.

She was still young, she was wealthier than she had ever been, or would soon be when Mason funded the agreement, and if all that Larry said was true, perhaps she was lucky to have had things end with her husband.

Vixxen signed the papers after having Larry explain everything, he verified that Mason had no more access to the bank account or the line of credit. It was going to be ninety days before Mason funded her fully, as he was to liquidate some holdings to do it, but she was soon going to be a wealthy young person.

What she did notice was that Larry also worked long hours as Mason did, but not nearly as late into the night. She had breakfast with him every morning, and dinner with him almost every night.

He was kind but still distant. He kept some distance and spoke softly to her. They connected, but Larry was still not giving her what she needed, what she had needed for a long time, a physical connection.

A couple of weeks after she moved in, she went to Larry's bedroom after he went to bed, having shared dinner with her and some drinks on the balcony as they tended to do each night.

She was wearing a robe and sat on the corner of his bed, Larry put down the papers he was reading, "What's up Vixxen? Need something?"

Vixxen took a deep breath, this might end up getting weird.

"I do, I just wanted to know what we were going to be here? A month ago you fucked me for two weeks straight, every day, over and over, then you stopped talking to me at all." Vixxen replied in a measured voice.

"Why?" She asked, "Why stop? Why not talk to me? Why the distance now?"

"I had to darling," Larry replied. "Your husband worked for me, I knew what I wanted to happen, but I could not show my hand to Mason until it was all done."

"And I figured you probably needed a friend at first, so I am trying my hand at that for now," he continued. "I didn't know if you would want sex from me, you can have anyone you want now. And I figured you would maybe want some time to figure things out."

"My soon to be ex-husband hasn't had sex with me in a long time Larry, it has been seven months since he touched me," Vixxen replied, standing and removing her robe, showing Larry her naked body. "I need sex Larry, I need a man inside of me, on top of me, I need cock. I would take a woman, but I need a man Larry, I need you to fuck me."

Larry was now speechless, he didn't know what to say, but his cock was telling him what to say.

"However you want Larry, wherever you want, you can do it to me, you can use my body however you want. but I need it, I want it." Vixxen said, in a sultry voice while crawling onto his bed, "I need you inside of me Larry, you can do it every day, please do it every day. Please put that cock in me every day."

Jesus, Larry thought, how could Mason have ignored the needs of this beautiful creature for so long? Was he actually gay?

Vixxen had crawled right between his legs on the bed and put her hand on the bulge visible under the covers. "Baby I will suck your cock every morning at breakfast, just please put this inside of me, I need you."

That was the end of the conversation, Larry slid quickly out of the covers and out of his shorts, and had Vixxen in a tight embrace and a passionate kiss.

The two of them didn't speak again that night, they didn't need to. Larry had work in the morning, but he didn't care just then, he spent the night and deep into the morning inside of the beautiful black woman he had come to know.

They fucked each other, groped each other, performed oral sex on each other longer than Larry thought people could. But as tired as he was, his cock kept responding to Vixxen, it just kept coming back, and she kept wanting more.

Larry work up naked with Vixxen laying over him between his legs, and in the morning light, she was as beautiful as ever. He eased himself out of her embrace and admired her naked body as she slept.

Her muscular ass was on display, now he could see the muscle definition she had in her legs and her back, fuck she was stacked. And he loved big breasts, and hers were fantastic.

He checked his phone, he had missed calls, texts and emails, he had overslept, having been expected in the office an hour before. He took a shower and got dressed, and wrote a quick note for Vixxen before grabbing a snack and heading into the office.

His name was on the door, they would forgive him being late here and there. As he moved around he noticed how sore he was, having put more strain on his legs and his back than he normally would, as marathon sex like that was abnormal for him.

Larry was pleased, he sincerely enjoyed Vixxen's company, and the sex was something else. And she wanted it every day? Hell yeah. And beyond that, she seemed like a genuinely good person to be around. This was going to be good, for however long he could make it last.

Already he had visions of a long term relationship with the goddess he had stumbled upon, what a fool Mason was, giving her up so easily.