Page 75 of The Rescue

I turn on the shower, and she turns to me and stands on her tippy toes to kiss me. I find it so cute the height difference between us. I’m at least a foot taller than her, that’s why I gave her the nickname ofmo beag–my little.

She steps into the small shower and the water trickles over her naked body and I stand watching on in admiration. I’ve never been this sexually open with a woman, usually it’s just a quick one night stand and I bail. But exploring with Crystal has been eye opening to say the least. She’s so confident when it comes to her sexuality and I love that about her.

I’m already hard again, seeing her standing under the shower is doing things to me. Water beads around her nipples and I instantly crave for them to be in my mouth. A flirtatious grin spreads across her lips as she grabs the shower head from the wall and teases it over her body, slowly making her way down to her clit, tilting her head back.

I jump in and join her, and roll her nipples between my fingers. She lets out a soft moan, and leans her head back against my chest.

I can feel her legs shaking and she waivers and nearly takes the shower head away. I place my hand over hers and keep the shower head over her clit

“Rabbie, it’s too sensitive,” she cries out in a soft moan.

“You can handle it,” I tell her. I don’t know where this assertiveness has come from, but she whimpers and bites her lips.

“Come for me, mo beag,” I whisper in her ear.

As right one cue, she crumbles and lets out a string of moans and groans. I hold her up as she rides out her orgasm, and then she slowly melts into my arms. I turn her around in my arms so she’s leaning against me. I take the shower head from her and run it over her beautiful body. I gently run my hands over her, and she leans on me in lulled satisfaction.

I could easily go for round two but we have plenty of time for that, and she looks relaxed and a little tired. I quickly wash our bodies, giving Crystal a quick shoulder massage and rinse off the soap. She still got a sated look on her face as I wrap a large towel around her.

“Thanks for a good night,” I kiss her.

She looks up at me from her dark long lashes and softly smiles. She looks dazed after her back to back orgasms.

“Now, let’s go to bed. It’s way past my bedtime, and you look tired.”

I grab her soft hand and lead her back to my bedroom. I pull back the covers for her. She drops the towel to the floor and slips between the covers. Seeing her naked in my bed is beyond crazy, I never thought it would lead here. I’m glad it did though.

I rush around to my side and jump in to join her. I roll over and scoop her up and drag her towards me. Her rounded butt presses into me as I spoon her. I stroke her bare stomach and a ripple of goosebumps forms on her skin. She lets out a long exhale and relaxes into my arms.

“Goodnight Rabbie,” she squeezes my hand that rests on her stomach.

“Goodnight mo beag,” I kiss her bare shoulder.

I drift off to blissful sleep, dreaming of the beautiful redhead cowgirl that is slowly making me realise that life isn’t as scary and sad as I thought it to be.

27

Crystal

Last night was intense, but in all of the good ways.I can’t believe Rabbie made me feel so sensual and confident. I’m usually confident when I hook up with guys because they’re always meant to be one night stands, but Rabbie made me feel confident on another level. The way his eyes roamed over my body with admiration, and his large hands couldn’t stop touching me. It was like he was worshipping me and memorising me at the same time. Don’t get me started on the back to back orgasms that sent me into oblivion. After his confession of not having sex for over a year, I was a little worried that it was going to be one of those sloppy one and done situations, but the poise and control he had was insane.

I roll over with a dull but satisfied ache between my legs and sigh. I stretch out my arm wanting to find Rabbie, but I don’t find him. I know he’s probably downstairs baking his scones. I roll back over to the nightstand on my side to check my phonewhen I find a cup of coffee and a little note with scribble handwriting.

‘I didn’t want to leave you this morning, but someone has to bake these bloody scones. R. x.

P.S. You look beautiful naked in my bed.’’

I smile to myself because it’s nice waking up knowing that it was probably torture for him to get out of bed. I can’t stop smiling at my note, and at the large cup of coffee on the nightstand. The coffee is still warm so he can’t have been gone for long. I sit up and take a sip of the deliciously warm coffee when the fluffball jumps up on the bottom of the bed. Seriously, the damn cat won’t leave me alone. I’m about to shoo her away when she looks at me differently this time. She blinks slowly at me and rubs her head against my foot. Edie starts pawing and purring at my feet. I watch her as she turns around a few times like cats do and slowly curls up at my feet. I can’t believe it, but I think this damn furball is growing on me. I admire her determination, even though I’ve not been the nicest to her. She falls asleep whilst I sip my coffee in bed, enjoying the soft sound of waves coming from the nearby ocean. I read Rabbie’s note over and over again, admiring his neat handwriting.

Thoughts of last night, and of the last couple of months come to the forefront of my mind. How wonderfully kind and caring Rabbie has been to me. He’s also been a fool, but he’s made up for that in just a short couple of days.

My chest suddenly feels heavy and I lean my head back against the headboard. How did I end up here? The girl who only wanted casual and nothing more. The girl who hated small towns and wanted to run as far away as possible. Rabbie happened. When I first met him all I wanted was to rip his clothes off and add him to my list of one night stands, but then Igot to know him. And now I feel ashamed that I ever thought of him as just a quick fuck. He’s so much more than that, and I’m nervous to tell him that I’ve finished the website. What does that mean for us? We’ve only just started whatever this is between us, and now I don’t have a reason to stay. I’ve been stalling this website for weeks, if I wanted I could’ve finished it sooner but I was keen to see where I could get with Rabbie.

I distract myself by getting ready for the day but the thought of returning to Boston is looming at the back of my mind. The anxiety is consuming and the only person who makes me feel less anxious is downstairs. I grab my things for the day and find myself hurriedly rushing down the stairs, eager to see Rabbie.

I hear his cheesy pop music playing through his speaker before I see him. I creep down the last two stairs so he doesn’t hear me. He’s working away making his orders, the smell of butter and sugar is in the air.

Like usual he’s focused on his work and hasn’t noticed me standing at the bottom of the stairs. He’s got a soft smile on his face as he hums to the music. I love watching him do the thing he loves the most. This kitchen is his safe space, it’s clear to see that he’s the happiest when he’s in here. Flour covers his forearms and he has a little bit on his beautiful face. I study him, it’s strange how I’ve gotten so used to this, that I can’t remember a time before this. I don’t want to go back to Boston, but I’m terrified to really allow myself to think that there could be something between me and Rabbie. Our views on relationships aren’t exactly healthy, and I don’t want to scare him if I tell him that I don’t want to go back to Boston.

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