24. Rabbie
24
Rabbie
I hardly remember how we got back to the cafe, but I do remember how I was filled with jealous rage when I saw Angus Anderson put his grubby little hands on her. How seeing her dance with him made me want to rip my eyes out.
I know I closed up last night, but tonight I’m not holding back. We crash through the back door of the cafe, a tumbling mess. I swiftly kick the door shut behind us. Our hands are roaming over each other as we kiss each other with so much need that I’m scared I’m going to leave bruises on her lips.
Her soft little moans are driving me crazy. I need to remind myself to not lose control but, fuck she’s been on my mind since she came crashing through the door on that windy day.
She’s pawing at my chest, tugging at my shirt but I want to enjoy her first. I’ve made up too many scenarios in my head for this to be over quickly, I’m going to take my time. I grab her by the thighs and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, as I walk over to the large stainless steel kitchen island. We don’t take our lips off each other as I gently sit her down on the counter top. The playful look on her face is all too enjoyable. I’ve been obsessing over this since the first week I met her.
A playful look spreads across her face as she bites her bottom lip. I run my fingers over her bottom lip and down over her chin. Her breath hitches as I slowly trail my fingers down through the opening in her shirt, and over her delicate collarbone. She’s fidgety, and I like to see her like this, needy and wanting.
I run my hands up her legs, and under her tartan skirt, her legs are silky soft and warm. She can’t take her eyes off where my hands are travelling too. I can hear her laboured breath as she nudges against me. Fuck, I’m so hard for her. I’m going to try and keep my calm and take my time but I’m a ball of nerves. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time. I’ve had a few casual relationships my younger years but I never took it any further than that. And since I’ve become the owner of Sweet Treats, it’s been well over a year or more. I can’t remember exactly.
I want to make this moment last so I go through the memorised recipes in my head, just to keep some control. I push her knees wide, and she gasps with an excited look on her face. The green in her eyes has disappeared and she’s looking at me like a feral cat. She bites her lip and smiles at me.
A fire lights within me, and the overwhelming need for her takes over me.
“I need to taste you, mo beag,”
I catch a sparkle in her eyes as she leans back on her elbows on top of the stainless steel island. She places her feet wide on the counter top, spreading herself for me. Of course, she’s wearing those fucking cowboy boots. My knees feel weak, and my heart rate is going at a rapid pace. I push her tartan skirt up higher, and my breath catches when I get a glimpse of her blue lace thong.
“Blue, for Scotland,” she laughs.
A small smile pulls at my lips. I run my hands up over her knees and the inside of her thighs. I can feel her vibrating with anticipation. I finally make my way up to her hips and hook her thong, she lifts up for me so I can pull them down over her legs. I throw the blue thong on the floor, not taking my eyes of hers. I step back and take her in. And what a fucking sight she is.
“You look so fucking beautiful, spread out on my kitchen island, mo beag,” I tell her.
Her eyes widened, and her throat works hard to swallow.
My mouth begins to water at the sight of her wet centre. She hasn’t taken her eyes off me once. I can tell she’s holding her breath like I am. And I can hear a whooshing breath leave her body.
I step forward, sink to my knees, and bury my head between her legs. I thought her sweet vanilla scent was the best thing, but the scent of her arousal is much more intoxicating. I kiss the inside of her thigh and she quivers under my lips. I’m going to tease her a little bit first, just like she’s been unconsciously teasing me for weeks, and a little punishment is deserved for the stun she played in the parish hall. My kiss is quickly followed by a bite to her soft inner thigh. She yelps loudly, and jerks from the unexpectedness of my bite. I place my hand on her and hold her still on the kitchen island. I find a deep pleasure in her restlessness. I can tell she’s been needing this for so long by the way she’s squirming under my touch.
“You have no idea how fucking delicious you look, mo beag.” I take a deep inhale of her arousal.
“Then hurry up,” she pants.
I smile against her inner thigh from her impatience. I kiss her softly again before looking up at her.
“I need to hear what you want first.” I ask her firmly.
She looks down at me between her legs, her big cat shaped eyes are dark and filled with desire.
“I want you.”
That’s all the confirmation I needed, I slowly lick her hot, sweet folds, and a soft moan escapes her. She tastes incredible. She looks beautiful with her legs wrapped around my head. She rests one of the cowboy boots on my shoulder, the heel gently digging into my shoulder, and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever to happen to me.
“You’re so perfect,” I tell her as I take her clit into my mouth and suck.
Her body shudders around my tongue as I work up a firm and quick pace. Her fingers find my hair, and she tugs on it as I lick her perfect pussy. My body reacts to her touch in a way I didn’t know was possible. My body has been wanting her for so long, it feels like it’s on fire. I’m trying to keep some control but it’s almost too much. I flick my tongue around her sensitive clit as she rides me. She sucks in a sharp breath as I slide a finger in her. I dart my eyes up to her, to check if she’s okay. Her auburn hair has fallen around her face, and her eyes are pleading. She nods at me in reassurance.
“Fuck, Rabbie,” she moans.
Hearing her say my name like a prayer, nearly makes me come undone. I slide another finger in her and she clenches around my fingers. I curl my fingers and find her G-spot, she gasps as I stroke her in tandem, sucking and nipping at her sensitive clit.
“Rabbie, it’s too much.”
She grips my hair harder, and I feel like I could turn into a savage any second and devour her. I’m in pure fucking bliss, it’s never been this good. Never, this intense.
“You can take it, baby.”
Every muscle in her body contorts as she’s trying to to keep some control of her body.
“Oh my god, Rabbie.”
I moan around her, and the vibration sends her rippling over the edge. She fully loses control of her body as her orgasm rips through her. My fingers and mouth still work her thoroughly as she rides out the pure bliss of her orgasm. The sound of her climax is the sweetest, sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Her fingers are still intertwined in my hair as she comes back from her orgasm-induced oblivion.
I slowly pull my fingers out of her sweet heat, and kiss her lightly on the inside of her thigh. She falls back flat on the kitchen island and softly moans in pure ecstasy. I slowly stand and lick her sweet arousal off my fingers.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she bites her lips as she watches me.
The subdued look of calm across her face makes her look so cute. She’s still lying in stupor as I place my hands on either side of her head and lean over and kiss her softly.
She finally snaps back to reality and hooks her arms around my neck and kisses me back.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much pent up frustration you just helped me release,” she says against my lips as we kiss.
I laugh against her soft lips.
“I’m glad I could help mo beag.”
She looks down between us, I’m gently resting against her leg and she can definitely feel my hard cock digging into her. She smirks at me, and I feel the heat rush to my face.
She reaches for my cock, and I suck in a sharp breath. Her delicate hand grabbing me sends so much sensation to my groin I find it hard to see straight. I rest my head in the crook of her neck. I grab her hand around my cock, and squeeze it. She lets go and looks at me confused.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs. It’s getting late,” I kiss her neck.
I stand up and pull her up with me, still holding her soft hands.
“But, what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Tonight was about you, and me making it up to you for being such an idiot last night,” I grab her chin and kiss her.
She’s still sitting on the stainless steel island, she wraps her legs around me this forces me to look her in the eyes. She tilts her head to the side, a look of worry spreads across her face. I don’t want her to think I don’t want this.
“Trust me, mo beag. I could bend you over this island and have my wicked way with you. But I want to see you fully naked the first time I fuck you,” I nip her bottom lip.
“Besides if I fuck you in here I will never be able to concentrate on my baking because that’s all I’ll be thinking about. Just tasting you in here is going to be torture enough.”
She laughs as I help her down off the island. I grab her blue lace thong from the floor and tuck it into my sporran that’s around my waist. A mischievous smirk spreads across her face.
“A souvenir,” I wink at her.
We stand in the kitchen for what feels like a long time. There isn’t any awkward tension between us, but there is tension.
“I’m not very experienced at this. What happens now?” I ask her for guidance.
She chuckles.
“Neither am I,” she shrugs her shoulders.
Usually I’d be bailing on a woman right about now, using the excuse that I have to go home to be up early in the morning, but seeing as this is Crystal, and seeing that she lives with me, there isn’t an excuse for me to use, even if I wanted to use one. I don’t know if I should invite her to sleep in my bed with me, I don’t know if she would think I’m rushing it. I try not to get in my own head, but fuck the anxiety if rife.
“Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?”
I don’t know why all of a sudden I’ve become a nervous wreck after what we just did. The cloud of lust and desire is slowly clearing and the reality of what to do next is here. I look down at my feet waiting for her response.
“You don’t snore do you?”
A little laugh escapes my lips as she steps in close to me and places her small hands on my chest. I hope she can’t feel how fast my heart is beating.
“I don’t think so,” I smile as I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Okay, I’ll sleep in your bed.”
She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs with a small smirk tugging at her lips.
The realisation hits me, and I can’t believe I’ve crossed the boundary that I was so adamant that I was never going to cross. I’m glad I did though. I would have regretted it if I left things the way they were between us.
We make our way upstairs, and she excuses herself to wash off her makeup and get in her pyjamas while I feed Edie. I’m internally freaking out, I’ve never had a woman sleep in my bed with me before. I try to rationalise in my mind that this is Crystal, and she would never hurt me, not intentionally anyway. We meet outside our rooms in the hallway, and I can feel that magnetic buzzing between us. Our eyes dart over each other, and I can tell she’s nervous too.
I grab her hand and open my bedroom door. She’s wearing those skimpy pyjamas with little red hearts all over them. Those little pj’s and her cowboy boots will be the death of me. I try to control myself, but the outline of her perky breasts are making it difficult for me to keep some composure.
I don’t want to dive head first into this, I want to take my time and savour every moment with her. That’s why I didn’t take it any further downstairs in the kitchen. Was it the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Yes. When her hand reached down for my cock, it took everything in me to not bend her over the island and lose myself in her.
She’s looking around my room, and the surprised look on her face tells me that she wasn’t expecting my room to look like this. When I lived with my mum and dad, I never had the typical childhood bedroom. I never got to paint my walls in my favourite colour or never had the superhero bed sheets like every kid that I knew. My mum and dad would never spend money on brand new toys, I would always have to pick out old tattered toys from the charity shops. Then when I went to live with my nan, she couldn’t afford to decorate my room or buy me the shiny expensive toys that I always dreamed of. Bless her, she did try to give me a normal childhood.
When I moved into the little flat above Sweet Treats, Mrs.Graham allowed me to decorate how I wanted. Well by that time I’d outgrown the vibrant colours and superhero bed sheets. But I never had the bedroom I wanted, so I splurged when it came to decorating my sanctuary.
My room isn’t huge, but the walls are painted a dark green, and there’s oak built in wardrobes on one wall. I have a king sized bed with dark green linen sheets, the duvet is the puffiest I could buy. I never had a comfy bed growing up, so I spared no expenses when it came to buying one. It’s like sleeping on a cloud. The room is dark but I made sure to keep it well lit with dim lamps on the bedside tables. There’s a little cat bed in the corner for Edie that matches the colour of the walls.
Crystal is still looking around in awe at my dark and moody bedroom when her eyes land on me. We’re standing on either side of the large king sized bed. She looks so perfect in her pyjamas, I can see her nipples forming hard peaks through the little cami top. Her chest is rising and falling faster than usual and I can tell she’s a little nervous.
“I didn’t expect your room to look like this,” she swallows.
I start to unbutton my shirt, and her eyes dart to my hands.
“What did you expect?” I ask her, not taking my eyes off her as I’m still unbuttoning my shirt.
“I don’t know. You have good taste.”
She bites her bottom lip as I get to the last button and take my shirt off over my shoulders. Her eyes can’t focus on one spot of my naked torso. I’m standing in front of her shirtless in my kilt, and her eyes grow dark. Her eyes drift down to my crotch, and I know what she’s thinking.
I try to hide my smirk, but she catches me.
“What?”
I try to keep a straight face as her eyes keep darting to my hands resting on my kilt.
“Dinny fash, mo beag. I’m not going native,” I laugh.
“Native?” She asks. A confused look spreads across her face, but then she realises what I’m talking about as I undo my kilt.
I let it drop to the floor, she gasps expecting me to be nude underneath. But as I told her I wasn’t going native. The look on her face tells me she’s surprised and a little disappointed to see me in my boxers.
She bites her lip as a small smirk spreads across her face. I don’t know how I’m not hard right now with her standing on the other side of my bed, but seeing her in my room feels comforting. I mean I would love to rip those little pj’s off her and fuck her senseless, but I’m willing to wait because I know she’s worth it.
I peel back the cover and she does the same, not taking her big green eyes off me.
We slip into my large bed, and she lets out a moan as we sink into my soft mattress. I roll over onto my side and loop my arm under her waist and pull her in close to me. A little gasp escapes her lips. Her round arse is pressing into me, and I try to will my mind to not get carried away. I’ve thought about fucking her in every possible way since she’s been here, but I want to take my time with her.
“Sorry your St. Andrew’s day didn’t really happen.” She looks over her shoulder.
“Oh it happened. It was probably the best St. Andrew’s day I’ve ever had,” I kiss her neck.
She laughs as she wiggles under my lips. I love her little laugh, it’s so cute and soft.
“Goodnight, mo beag,” I sigh, into her neck.
“Night, sugar,” she says as she squeezes my hand that’s resting on her stomach.
I don’t know how but I don’t remember falling asleep, usually it takes me a couple tosses and turns. But with her in my bed, I fell asleep straight away.