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“Hmm,” she purrs. “I like the sound of that.”
“Being worshipped by me?” She nods her head against my chest, and I scoop her hair up, bunching it in my hand so I can get in close to her neck. Fuck, the way she smells is so good, soher.“What other kinks have you been hiding under that apron of yours?”
“Mmm, you should know,” her voice goes all breathy “You’re the one with the list.”
“Yeah, I am.” I pull back. “And you’re in big trouble for writing that with an injured wrist, missy.”
“Oh, please,” she drawls, climbing on top of me. Straddling my waist, she lifts her t-shirt clear of her head, revealing those beautiful tits I’m so in love with. “How will I ever seek your forgiveness?”
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Bec
“Whatdoyouthinkyou’re doing?” Rennie says.
“Oh, do you need a little while to recover? Because honestly, I think I’ve waited long enough for this.”
“You’re still supposed to be resting,” he says, his big, warm hands settling on my hips. “You haven’t even started physio yet.”
“Are you really going to make me wait for the doctor’s sign-off? I could turn cartwheels right now.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Rebecca.”
“Ooh,” I pout and push my naked chest out towards him, raking my fingernails down his. “So hot when you use my whole name.”
“Sit down, Rebecca.” His hands come to my shoulders and press me hard down onto his solid length.
“Ugh, you’re doing that on purpose now.” I give my hips a little wiggle. “And what shall I call you? Sir? Master? Daddy?” I laugh a little. It’s not really my kink, but it might be one of his. I’ll do anything for this man. Beautiful, kind, gorgeous Rennie with his sex god body and gentle heart.
“Rennie will suffice.”
“But that’s what I always call you?”
He sits up, takes my chin between his fingers and thumb, and tilts my face towards him. “Except you’ve never called me it while you’re coming on my dick. Trust me, that’s all I want to hear.”
He pushes up against me, rocking his hips while he cradles my head and peppers my jaw and neck with soft, sweet kisses. I float my eyes closed and feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, in the fingertips I have wrapped around his wrists, in the pulse of his erection, despite the layers of clothing between us. He tugs one hand free, and I hear him rummaging in his bedside drawer for a condom.
“Let me just—“ he lifts me up a little to push his boxers down, and I take the wrapper from him and tear it open.
“Let me. I’ve always wanted to do this.”
He scoots up to sit against the headboard, and I roll it on, giving him a firm squeeze for good measure.
With one foot either side of him I rise up to remove my underwear, and when I kick them to one side he grips my calf in his hand, steadying and possessive. Lowering back to my knees, I guide him into position and groan loudly when my slickness welcomes those first few inches home. He wanted me wet, needy, and aching, well he got his wish. I’ve never felt this desperate for him.I’m about to fuck Alistair Rendall. I still can’t believe this is happening to me.
“Can you take it?” he moans into my mouth, his hands full of my hair. I turn my nod into a kiss and rock him a little deeper, inhaling sharply when he pulls me down onto him.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No. I love this. Just give me a second.” I stay very, very still, holding his bottom lip between my teeth. Once I’ve adjusted to the size of him, I push further, taking his final inches. Our groans mingle as we kiss deeply, unhurried. I focus on every sensation. His fingertips caressing the bumps of my spine. My nipples peaked against the solid wall of chest. The fine hair on his belly against the smoothness of mine. How right all of this feels.
My Rennie fantasies have escalated to such obscene levels over the years that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to imagine it like this. Slow, intimate, beautiful.
“You’d better not be doing that whole“I need to commit this to memory,”thing again,“ he says, and I burst out laughing.
“I am, sorry. I just… you feel so good, I just need a second to know it’s real.”
