Page 73 of The Rescue

“I’m sorry my wee girl, but you’ll have to sleep somewhere else tonight,” I gently place her down on the floor in the hallway. There’s a look of betrayal on Edie’s face as I close the door on her.

I turn around to find Crystal eyeing me with pure lust, and I start to come undone at the seams. We’re pulled to each other again with this magnetic energy that is always between us. She runs her fingers underneath the hem of my t-shirt and over my chest. Her soft hands send ripples of energy over my skin. I grab the back of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. She stands back, and her eyes travel over my naked torso, usually I would feel self-conscious and get in my own head, but I feel calm and in control when she looks at me with those big green eyes.

“I was wondering when I’d get to see you shirtless again. I think about you in that towel at least five times a day,” she admits.

Her compliment warms me from the inside, I don’t take compliments or praise well but I know she’s being genuine, especially with the way she’s looking at me.

I close the gap between us because my hands have been off her for too long. I grab the hem of her t-shirt and pull it over her head, and kiss her as I throw it with mine on the floor.

“Is that so?”

I run my fingers through her gorgeous red hair, and trail kisses down her neck. It seems to be my favourite part to kissing her. I like how she squirms under my lips as I kiss the soft skin of her neck.

“Yep, I even pleasured myself in the shower after my run thinking about you,” she openly admits.

Fuck me.

“You’re telling me I was downstairs whilst you were in the shower, touching yourself, thinking about me? Fuck, mo beag, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” I groan.

If that wasn’t ammunition for me to snap then I don’t know what was. I unhook her sheer black bra, and quickly take it off her. I back her against the bed and she falls back, her perfect tits bouncing as she lands. I take a second to admire her beautifulbody, her pale skin has little patches of freckles dotted all over the place. I want to kiss every single one. She unbuttons her tiny little denim shorts and wiggles out of them, leaving her in a tiny black thong.

My cock is straining against my jeans and is begging to be let free, but I’m too mesmerised by her. She’s looking up at me with half-lidded eyes, and she’s trailing her red painted nails over her body. She smiles up at me because I’m mesmerised by her. Her hands run over her full breasts, and she circles around her stiff nipples. Seeing her touching herself is such a turn on. She’s slowly making her way down her stomach. I swallow hard, and my mouth begins to water as she runs a finger under the waistband of her black thong. Her hand disappears under the fabric and her eyes close in pleasure. Her plump lips are parted forming the perfect ‘O’ and she has a sated look on her perfect face.

“My fingers did the job back then, but you’re way better,” she gasps.

I can’t take this any longer, I need to know what it feels like to be inside her. I want her to say my name in that gasping high pitched tone. I unbutton my jeans slowly and slip them off along with my boxers and let my hard cock spring free. Her eyes grow wide as she sees me standing above her completely naked. I grab my cock and stroke it a couple of times, she licks her lips as she watches me still touching herself. This game we’re playing is one I never want to stop playing.

I’ve never felt so alive when I’m with her.

“Rabbie,” she pants.

“Yes, mo beag?”

“This is torture, I want you,” she pleads, she stops touching herself.

“It’s been a while so I’m going to savour this and take my time,” I admit to her.

“A while, how long is a while?” She props up on her elbows and looks at me now.

I’m not going to shy away from this, she’s been so open with me and now it’s my turn.

“Hmm, maybe a year. I haven’t really kept track,” I shrug my shoulders.

“Fuck me. A YEAR?!”

“Oh I intend to mo beag,” I smile at her. “Abandonment issues, remember?” I laugh, and point to myself.

Her eyes soften as I openly admit what she already knows, just saying it out loud doesn’t feel strange anymore.

“I think we’ve done enough talking, I need to be inside you,” I bite my lip as I look at her sprawled out on my bed.

Her eyes darken and she spreads her legs, an open invitation. I sink down on the bed between her and hook her black thong and pull them down over her legs. Seeing her naked is everything and more.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She looks so bashful when I move a piece of hair out of her face, but I know she believes me. Her hand rests on the back of my neck and she pulls me down to her, and she kisses me with so much intensity, I can feel her body humming.

The heat between us is too much for me to handle. I lean back to grab a condom from my bedside table and tear the foil with my teeth, I roll it over my hard cock and settle in between her legs. Crystal grabs me at the base and rubs my cock through her wet folds to lube the condom. Seeing her slick arousal covering the condom makes me impatient and I rub up against her clit and she lets out a soft moan. It’s music to my ears hearing her sweet moans. I take great satisfaction knowing that I’m the one who’s making her feel like this. I run my large hands over her body as she wiggles underneath me, I try to bite back somecontrol but it’s too much. No more stalling, this needs to happen or I’m going to combust from frustration.

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