Chapter 53
Niki
Rosie’s so warm. Her hair smells of jasmine but with an underlying spiciness. It’s just her: delicate but with a kick.
I brush kisses to her neck and hold her tighter against my chest.
She murmurs in her sleep as I touch her breasts, circling her nipples, which harden against my fingers.
“Morning, baby,” she whispers as my hands slide down.
“You’re fucking sexy this morning, and you feel so damn good,” I growl.
She freezes when I touch her belly, so I continue to caress down her body.
As I reach her pussy, she opens her legs, hooking one around me., making demands I can’t wait to fulfil.
She leans her head against mine as I play with her. I kiss every part of her as she grinds against me. One arm stretches back to keep me close, her pleasure filled hums broken by soft gasps.
“You’re so perfect. I love how you use me,” I rasp in her ear.
She whimpers as she presses my hand between her thighs.
“That’s right, angel. Show me how you like it, how you play with your pussy. Do you think about me when you play with yourself like this?”
“Yes.”
“Did you imagine what it would be like to have my cock inside your perfect cunt as you rode me? How I’d sell my soul to be inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as I slide my fingers inside her.
“Play with your clit for me as I finger you like I imagined. Every day you sat at your desk, I was desperate to get on my knees and slide my fingers into you and watch you fall apart.” She holds onto me tightly. “You’re so wet and hot for me.”
She thrusts her hips so she’s riding my fingers. I bite and suck her neck, leaving my mark against her skin.
“I thought about you, too,” she says between gasps.
“Did you want your boss, your sir, on his knees under your desk, worshipping your pussy and showing the world he’d do anything for a taste of you?”
“Niki,” she pants. She’s on the edge. “I was desperate for you.”
“Are you going to come all over my fingers? I want you to soak them so that when I’m watching the race, all I remember is how you came with my fingers buried inside you.” I pinch her nipples. “I want to remember how these breasts were made for my hands. How you were designed for me.”
“All for you.”
“Good girl,” I growl as she comes. Her body shakes, and she grips me tighter as if I’m saving her from all that came before me.
That I’m worthy of her.
I hold her until her breathing regulates. “I’ve never been woken like that before.” Her voice is deep and rough.
“This is the start of many mornings.”
She turns to me. Her face is flushed, and there’s a golden glow on the outside of her brown eyes. I want to decipher how to make her glow even on her hardest days.
“I want that. I do,” she replies tentatively.
“But?”
She runs her fingers through her messy hair, wincing when she catches a knot. “But I’m not ready for Tabi to learn we’re together. She’s only ever had me, my family, and Sasha. She’s not ready for a new man in her mum’s life.”
“She is first in everything. I’ll do whatever I can to make this okay. What if we hung out a little bit more at yours? Not all the time, but maybe Graham and I could pop over this week and watch movies with you both?” I wait for her to say no. “Am I too pushy?”
I hold my breath until I see her soft smile. “Not too pushy at all. I’d like that, and she’d love to spend time with Graham. How do you feel about Disney movies?”
I chuckle. “Love them?”
“That’s a question rather than an answer, but I’ll take it. You’re sure you’re okay slumming it at mine? Because it’s not a massive mansion with plain furnishings. It’s a bit tired and tatty, like me, and there’s probably more risk to your health than at yours.”
“You think my furnishings are plain?” I tickle her, and she squeals as her soft body vibrates against me. I move between her thighs, and she opens them wider to me. “The designer was pretty pricey for those ‘plain furnishings.’”
“You overpaid. I bet IKEA sells the same.”
I tickle her more, and her giggles fill the memory box in my heart. They’re never leaving me now.
“I’ll be a little worried about my health, but you’ll be there for me if I need a moment.”
“I’ll make sure there are wet wipes and sanitiser everywhere.”
I brush my fingertips across her cheek and kiss her softly. Her thighs open wider. I want to fuck her, but I want this moment of talking and sharing, too.
“And you’re not tatty, far from it. I’m lucky you talk to me. I didn’t know what we did last night was possible, but you are a fucking angel, and I will keep calling you that until you believe it.”
Her smile gives me hope she believes me and doesn’t think these are lines I give everyone. Because they’re not.
“About what we did,” she says, biting her lip. “I wasn’t sure if it would be possible with your health anxiety.”
I stare down at her. “I don’t fully understand it either.
Therapy helps. I’m returning to who I was.
Sharing my worries with my parents and having their acceptance, driving, and bringing my skills and experience to the team helps, too, but it’s also because of you.
Since we met in Greece, I’ve trusted you.
I spoke to my psychologist yesterday morning while you were in my bed about some of this. ”
Her eyes are wide. “Did you tell him I gave you a blowjob on your bathroom floor?”
I kiss her. I can’t get enough of her.
“No, but I said I’d been intimate with someone and it hadn’t freaked me out. Well, a bit about the way I used you.”
“You didn’t use me. I wanted that. It was so fucking sexy to be told what to do. I was wet all evening. Afterwards, at the bar, when men hit on me, all I wanted was to be with you, listening to your demands and praise.”
“Is that right? Do you like that I’m your sir?”
She nods and grins, although it wavers temporarily.
“You know that’s okay, right? I’m not saying let’s join a sex club where I can dominate you, but it’s okay for us to do a little power play. I’ll always give you aftercare. I’ll do anything for you.”
She writhes against me.
“You can’t imagine all the ways I want to use this pretty mouth,” I say as I stroke her lower lip with my thumb. She opens her mouth and sucks my thumb hard. My cock thickens against her.
“But I need to say this before I fuck you so damn hard.”
She smiles around my thumb but doesn’t stop sucking it as she stares at me. My heart bottoms out, and my view fuzzes.
I swallow slowly. “I don’t know how I can do this with you when I can’t even let others hug me, but you make me safe, you always have, and I trust you.
You accept my health anxiety and let me work through it rather than try to change me.
Whatever happens, you won’t push me beyond my limits.
We won’t be able to have overnights or anything, maybe ever, depending on how Tabi feels about me, but I’m all in with this.
It isn’t just a fuck and back to normal.
I’m here for you in whatever way you need, no matter what happens between us. ”
“You’re it for me, Niki. Thank you for understanding me and what my life has to be like.”
As I stare at Rosie, I realise I’ve never been capable of being in a vulnerable, adult relationship where I’m open about my struggles until now. The thought flies out of my head as her hand moves between us and she wraps it around my cock.
I hiss loudly.
As she palms me, she says, “Are you going to fuck my mouth?”
I pin her wrists above her head. “There’s so much I want to do with you. We need to make the most of this morning. Will you let me own your pleasure?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Get on my face.”