25. Elskling, Actually
ELSKLING, ACTUALLY
LARS
L ove, Actually wasn’t my type of movie. I did not understand Rose’s affliction with it. She was so caught up in the sweetness of the movie. However, I only saw the multiple attempts at infidelity and the inevitable boundary-crossing with so many of the characters.
“Why does this make you so happy?” I asked. “If my best mate chased down my girl, and she kissed him, I’d go fucking mental.”
Rose shrugged, “I dunno. It’s just… I think it’s hitting all the marks. And the PM’s story is cute.”
“It’s workplace harassment!”
“I don’t think this translates to a Scandinavian mindset, Lars.”
“Why, because we actually have workplace protections?”
Rose rolled over on the bed, looking at me upside down in the cutest way. Her hair fell around her. With a cheeky smile, she said. “You are so aggressive when you want to be; you know that? I love getting under your skin and getting a reaction, Lars.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I laughed.
“But…”
She knew there was a ‘but’ coming.
“But you’re also fucking adorable, and I cannot ignore you,” I sighed.
“Uh-huh.”
“This is why you could get away with murder.”
She bit her lip. “Ah, in one of your murder porn shows?”
I chuckled, desperate to slam her laptop shut and go at it like animals. Choosing a middle way, I pinned her to the bed and kissed her neck.
“I don’t know. Nonspecific. But, for me, you could always win me over with your sweet smile. Even if you are up to no good, elskling.”
“Elskling?” She laughed. “What does that mean?”
I froze. I just used a term of endearment! While Brits threw them around like candy, we did not! Worse still? I meant it.
“Darling,” I said, face flushed.
It meant something closer to “love”, but I wasn’t about to bring up the l-word with a girl I wasn’t actually dating. It just slipped out!
“You’re cute when you get flustered. You furrow this brow of yours.” Rose ran her finger over my forehead as if examining every line of my face.
“But, what I adore most, Lars, is that little sideways grin you do. It melts me. You don’t even know you’re doing it.”
Her kind words took me aback. Now, I couldn’t help but kiss her. I leaned down slowly, kissing her playfully at first, then more intensely. I hated the taste of rum but ignored it to kiss her in the moment. Rose was so good and genuine that I struggled to find fault with anything she did. We were in a glorious honeymoon period with so much new energy. I worried it would never last when we met again, but I was grateful to have it at all. It was so long since I’d felt all of this for someone. It wasn’t lust or infatuation but a mutual respect that went far beyond that.
Rose pulled back, ending the kiss before I was ready. I worried I’d done something wrong.
“Turn off the film,” she said. “I don’t need to watch it anymore. I’d rather shag and fall asleep with you.”
“That sounds splendid,” I agreed.
I climbed off of her, ended the film, moved her computer to the charger in the galley, and grabbed a condom from my wallet. By the time I returned to bed, Rose was naked and waiting for me. In a way, I wished she’d let me undress her.
“Don’t look disappointed,” Rose laughed.
“I wanted to unwrap you like a Christmas present,” I joked. “The dress was nice. This will be just fine, however.”
She shook her head. “You cannot have everything, Lars.”
“I disagree. I’ve had quite a lot of you lately. Despite that, I never get enough.”
I disrobed, joining her on the bed. Pressed up against her, I parted her legs with my hips. I teased her with my cock before sitting back to roll the condom over my dick. Instead of pressing her back to the bed, I flipped her over.
“You’ve been naughty. I didn’t tell you to get naked,” I said, rolling Rose over.
“Have I?” Rose looked back at me playfully.
I spanked her, knowing it would only make her more aroused. Rose let out a moan, and I longed to be inside her.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said.
She complied. I slid inside her, holding onto her fabulous ass. As I did, she let out another moan. I pulled her hair, loving how it felt to be in control—if only just for fun. Rose was no doormat—a very outspoken woman when she wanted to be. However, she liked to be dominated. While out in the world, I wasn’t known for being the assertive one of the family, so I decided I enjoyed this role play with her. I had never been with a woman who liked to be spanked, but I’d gladly do it for Rose.
I slowly pumped into Rose, spanking her a little at first, then harder. She moaned, panted, and growled, not holding back. She was hungry for yet another orgasm. At this point, I wasn’t sure I had it in me to cum again, but I could get her off.
“Don’t stop, baby. I want to cum,” Rose pleaded. “Please.”
“Since you’re listening, I will let you cum,” I said.
I held her hips, driving myself into her harder and harder with each thrust. Then, without much work, Rose came. She screamed, then whimpered something unintelligibly before burying her face in the bed and moaning.
“Good girl,” I said. “But you still must pay for the lack of obedience earlier.”
I spanked her hard.
She let out an “Oww!”
“Sorry,” I said, pulling back.
Rose looked back at me. “No. I like that. Do it again. I’ll say… regatta… if you need to stop.”
“Regatta?” I chuckled.
“Fuck off and fuck me harder, Lars. I like it. Don’t let up,” Rose commanded.
Who was I to argue?