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What have I got myself into?
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RAFE
Much as I enjoyed having my girl on top of me, I’m obsessed with having her beneath me. I kiss her as I begin to thrust, gently at first, a smooth glide of my body into hers.
She’s just as perfect for me as I imagined all those nights alone when I jerked off to the memory of the smile, the curl of her blonde hair around her shoulders, or the mornings when I took the edge of my need for her by a quick release in the shower fantasising about how her tits might look.
What I never thought about was how soaked and ready for me she’d be, and how easily she’d come when I touched her. I had no idea my girl wanted me and was so responsive.
Right now though, she’s bathed in post-orgasm relaxation, completely pliable to my will, kissing me back and exploring my shoulders. I’ve never felt this close to anyone in my life. I want to smoosh her to me. I’d unzip my skin and keep her tucked to my bloody heart if I could.
“What about a bit more?” I reach down for first one thigh, then the other, and push them up, opening her for me to go deeper.
Thatgets her attention.
She lets out a cry of pure surprised arousal, and I kiss her neck with licks and bites and presses of my lips. The angle is different as I keep thrusting, taking my pleasure and giving to her too. I know it’s hitting the right spot when she begins to sob and babble.
“I love you, what are you doing to me? I love you. You’re so big—” She breaks off as I pick up my pace, driving into her harder.
“You’re deliciously wet, the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
She moans and writhes beneath me, then brings her hands down to my arse, digging her nails in, trying to get me deeper and faster.
For a moment I’m torn. The evidence that she wants me and needs more of my cock is gratifying. But at the same time, I’m hanging on by a thread here, and I promised her two more orgasms. If she urges me on like this, I’ll spill inside her within minutes if not seconds.
“Uh-uh. You’ll just take what you’re given, Ella. Put your hands above your head.”
Eyes wide, she obeys, and I grin, scraping over her body with my gaze, indulging in her nakedness.
“Good girl, well done. Keep them there.” I slide my hand over her belly, relishing her soft skin and the way she’s spread out for me, her curves on full show. “Your tits are amazing.”
She gasps as I lean over and take one nipple in my mouth, kissing the plump flesh, then gently biting, and soothing the hurt with my tongue.
“Ohmygod, Rafe!” she cries out as I repeat the motion for her other nipple.
“That’s it. Feels good, right?” I shift forwards and she opens for me, a perfect little flower that I’m defiling. My hips settle on hers, but I’m holding my weight off her as I bracket her head with my arms. Her hands creep to clutch at my hair and I growl.
“Hands above your head, Ella. I won’t ask again, I’ll tie you down.”
“Yes, boss,” she replies in a breathy whisper that goes right to the head of my cock.
And that title she gives me reminds me that as bad a man as I am, I’ve been a worse boss, and a tragically inept lover. She thought I didn’t approve of her, didn’t love her, and criticised her work.
I still have so much to make up for on that front.
Probably sex isn’t the moment for it, but when were the two of us conventional?
“I always appreciated you, Ella,” I whisper onto her skin between kisses. I keep her wrists pinned and move the other hand seamlessly between torturing each of her nipples in turn. “The coffee you brought me. The way you kept people from the office when I needed time to think. The way you listened whenever I needed to blow off steam.
“It’s okay.” Her voice is breathy. “What you’re doing with your cock right now makes everything better.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I chuckle despite myself. “Or you’ll find every workday ends with me giving you an apology fuck.”
She laughs, her throat vibrating where I’m kissing it, and that is the best noise in the world. Sweeter and more heart-warming than the sound of her coming. I’m going to do my utmost to ensure she laughs even more than she comes. Multiple orgasms and giggles for my girl.
If that means smutty books, oral sex constantly, and making love to her, who am I to complain? Hell, if it requires permanently hiring a stand-up comedian, I’d do it to hear my girl laugh.
