Page 19 of Bond

It doesn’t take long to get Daisy settled at my breast, and I lean back, resting against the headboard. Turning my head slightly, I find Bond watching us with a soft look on his face, but in the few days that I’ve known him I’ve come to pick up that he doesn’t like being dirty, and with how filthy we are from doing the stocktake today, I know it’s got to be bothering him, “Go shower, Bond. I’ll just finish feeding this little piggy and get her settled, then I’ll have mine.”

He looks towards the bathroom, a slight longing on his face, “Are you sure? I can wait until you’ve had yours.”

Smiling softly, I reassure him, “Go shower, love; I can keep.”

“Okay,” he replies, already stripping his shirt off like he can’t wait to get it off his skin, and tosses it in the laundry basket. Not that I’m complaining; he’s welcome to strip for me whenever he wants. Bond isn’t as big and muscular as Blaze, Cairo, or Skinny, and he’s certainly not the size of Bull; he’s more like Rogue in physique. While both have muscular bodies and are fit, they tend more towards the swimmer’s physique. It turns me on no end to see his bare chest, and I love it even more when he tucks me close to him in bed.

It doesn’t take long, and he’s naked; I’m not sure he’s even remembered I’m in the room as he hurried towards the bathroom—not that it’s a hardship for me to watch him walk away, not when his perfectly biteable arse flexes with every step. Biting my lip, I turn my head slightly as I ogle him as he disappears behind the bathroom door.

Once he’s gone, I turn my attention back to Daisy, who’s blinking her big green eyes at me as if in judgment.

“I can’t help it, baby girl, the man is fine,” I explain, which she ignores, definitely not interested in her mother’s idiosyncrasies.

Settling Daisy, I wait for Bond to finish in the bathroom, more than ready to take my turn and get the dirt and sweat of the day rinsed off. The entire time I’m in the shower, all I think of is him and what the thought of him does to my body. And his kisses—God, his kisses—they burned me up until I was ready to combust from them alone.

Switching the water off, I dry myself before slathering cream all over my body and freshly shaved legs. Leaving the bathroom light on, I walk out completely naked with one mission in mind:to make the man mine. Pulling the door until it closes slightly so there is only a sliver of light, I walk over to the bed, expecting Bond to still be awake as he’d been every night since I’d arrived.

Instead, I find him fast asleep on his back, one arm tucked behind his head as if he’d been trying to stay awake waiting for me to finish in the shower. Glancing across at Daisy to make sure she is still asleep and seeing that she is, I turn my attention back to Bond. Biting my lip, I waver between waking him up or putting my pyjamas back on and slipping into bed with him, and he’d be none the wiser at what I’d had planned for tonight.

After a minute or so, I decide it is now or never. I want this man, and I am taking this man. Not that I think he’d fight me about it. Lifting the mosquito net, I put one knee on the bed and then the other, making sure the net falls back to the floor behind me as I slowly crawl towards Bond. Gently, I ease one leg over his hips but don’t sink down yet. Nope, I want to explore and use his words against him from the other morning. He’d wanted to take his time with me; well, I want to take my time with him.

Slowly, I ease the sheet down his stomach and down his hips, past his cock that lies heavy and long against his leg. I knew he’d be naked; after the first night when he’d been polite and kept shorts on, I’d woken the second night to find him tossing and turning restlessly until he’d stripped in his sleep and then settled down. The third night, I’d told him not to be uncomfortable and that he didn’t need to sleep in shorts. He’d taken me at my word and had stripped off so fast I’d laughed, but I’d liked having him naked against me.

Taking my time, I look my fill of him in the gloom of the room. He is slightly bigger than my ex but not by much. I find my mouth watering at the thought of having him in my mouth. I’d never enjoyed that part of being married, but with Bond, I have a feeling it won’t be a chore at all.

His cock twitches against his leg, and he shifts restlessly under me.

“What you doing, baby?” he rumbles sleepily.

“Looking at you. But I’m done looking, and now I’m going to get to tasting,” I warn him as I lean forward and lick up his length from bottom to top. Bond hisses and jack-knifes up towards me. Putting my hands on his chest, I gently push back, “Lie back down, love, and let me.”

Bond hesitates but does as I asked, relaxing back against his pillows. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this,” he says.

Smiling at him, I reply, “I know I don’t, and it’s part of the reason as to why I’d like to. I’ve never had a choice before, but I do this time. If I do anything you don’t like, let me know,” I inform him. Taking his now hard cock in my hand, I squeeze gently. Bending my head, I run my tongue gently around the rim. His stomach muscles clench, and his hands fist the sheets. I know he is trying hard not to reach for me, and I love him all the more for it. Taking his hands, I put them to my head, telling him, “Guide me,” before I suck him deep.

“Holy sh…” his guttural roar is cut off, I’m guessing because he didn’t want to wake Daisy. As for me, I was going to enjoy every minute of this, and I did, all the way until he came panting down my throat, his hands still in my hair, fingers gripping my curls to just the point of pain. I was so turned on that a gust of wind would set me off.

Taking my mouth from his cock, I sighed happily, then gasped as he flipped me onto my back, my legs over his shoulders and his mouth on my pussy. It was my turn to search around for something to hold on to, and I wasted no time in gripping his head, tugging at his hair as I rocked my hips against his face—not that Bond seemed to mind. From the sounds he was making,he was loving me riding his face. It was a new experience for me, never having had this done to me before. With one last long suck to my clit, he thrust a finger into my dripping cunt, and I came hard.

I’d never felt anything like this before; it felt like my entire body was on fire as my orgasm exploded out of me. It was too much, too much of what I didn’t know, whatever feelings were happening to me. They felt huge, so huge I couldn’t contain them.

I didn’t even realise I was crying until Bond gathered me in his arms and rocked me, crooning softly to me as I wept on his chest. All the time he pressed kisses to my cheeks, my forehead, the corner of my mouth as I continued to sob. When I’d quietened down to the last gasping sob, I wiped my cheeks and tilted my head to look up at him to find him watching me with quiet concern.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Thinking about my reply, I took stock of what I was feeling and realised that yes, I was okay. I’m not sure what had happened, but I was feeling much lighter than I had a few hours ago.

“I am,” I assure him, “I’m sorry I cried all over you and ruined everything.”

Bond grasped my chin, tilting it up towards him, “Rochelle, you didn’t ruin anything. You’ve gone through a lot over the last week. You can cry over me anytime; I’ll always be here for you no matter what. When things get too heavy for you, then you share them with me so that I can carry some of the burden. You’re not alone anymore; you and me, we’re a team. Always. Your happiness and wellbeing will always be my priority.”

Tears welled in my eyes again at his words. The thought of having a partner I could rely on was almost too good to betrue. Reaching up, I fitted my lips to his, kissing him quickly before drawing back, “Thank you, Bond. You have no idea what that means to me,” I whisper, reaching up for another kiss, deepening it this time, rolling onto my back and taking him with me, widening my thighs so that he fits comfortably between them. When he removed his lips from mine to rest his forehead against mine, I ask him, “Will you make love to me?”

“Is that what you want, baby?”

“It is,” I assure him, tightening my thighs around his waist.

“Okay,” he agrees, pressing his lips to mine for a bit. “But this time we do it my way,” he murmurs, kissing me again, this time long and deep. I can feel myself getting wet as his cock edges against my clit, letting out a whimper as he drags his mouth from mine, kissing down the length of my neck to the top of my breasts and then back up to my mouth as he gently nudges his cock through my folds. Lifting my legs, I wrap them around him as he slowly enters me until he can’t go any further, then stops. I sigh softly against his lips as my body adjusts to his.

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