Maya
Conrad and I rush into the cottage, soaking wet. When we left half an hour ago, it was dry, but suddenly, it started pouring down without warning. I have been told something like this happening is typical in Scotland; the weather is unpredictable.
“Where the hell did that come from.” Conrad chuckles.
“I have no idea. Thank God we were close by.” I snicker.
“We should get out of our wet clothes before we catch a cold.”
We have been staying here for a couple of weeks now, and it has been great. The two of us without any worries. He works when I work, and we spend our free time together. We have been in our own little bubble. It has been perfect and everything I needed. I love finishing work and coming home to him waiting for me, or should I say stepping outside of the B&B, and he is waiting for me. He insists on coming to walk me home after every shift, even though it is not even ten minutes from work to home. It is sweet, though, and I wouldn’t expect anything else from him.
We picked up where we left off; it feels like we haven’t been apart at all.
“Yes, good idea.”
“You go change, beautiful. I will start the log fire.”
I love our log fire! It is beautiful and relaxing. We spent a lot of our nights in front of it, watching movies, snuggling and making love.
“Yes, boss.” I tease.
I couldn’t wait to get out of them. I have jeans on; they are horrible when they get soaked. I hate the feeling of them sticking to my legs. I strip down as quickly as possible, tossing them in the laundry basket. I find some towels for us, and Conrad joins me a little while later.
“The fire is all warm and cosy, waiting for us.” He smiles.
“Yay.” I celebrate.
I pull on some joggers and one of his tees before leaving him to change. I wanted to make a start on dinner for us. It isn’t too fancy: BBQ chicken wings with potatoes and corn on the cob. Everything has been prepped to cook. We did it this afternoon. I put the potatoes and chicken wings on to cook.
I hear Conrad coming in behind me, and his arms come around me from behind. His warm lips kiss my neck.
“Mmm, can I help you?” I whimper.
“Yes, I thought of a great way to pass the time while dinner cooks.” He rasps, biting gently on my neck.
I close my eyes and moan, resting back against him, “You do, uh and what would that be?” I breathe out.
I knew exactly what he was referring to. He turns me to face him. I groan when I realise he is shirtless and wearing only grey joggers, his still damp hair swept back. I love this look on him. It is sexy.
“I thought since we have christened every other part of this place with our naughtiness, it is only fair we add the kitchen to the list.” He smirks.
“Only fair, uh? Why? Would the kitchen’s feelings be hurt if we left it out?” I tease.
He laughs loudly, “Yes.”
I don’t have a chance to say another word because his lips come down on mine. I slip my arms around his neck, kissing back. He moves me away from the hot stove and lifts me up onto the counter. He pries my legs apart, standing between them. He deepens the kiss. I wrap my legs around him, bringing him as close to me as possible.
His hands move to the band of my joggers, and he parts from the kiss, “Life.”
I nod, doing as I am told, and he pulls them off me. I had no panties on underneath, and he smirks when he realises.
“Easier access for me.” He says, his fingers brushing over my folds and up to my clit.
I gasp loudly, and my head tilts back, pleasure soaring through me.
“Please, Conrad, I need you.” I pant, yanking his joggers down.
I force his lips back to mine and stroke his already hardening length, and he is soon standing at full attention for me.
“And you will have me, but first, I want you to get off the counter, turn around and bend over me, sweetness.” He commands.
I whimper, excitement stirring in me. He helps me down. He removes my tee and tosses it aside, and I do as I am told. I turn around, my upper up against the counter, and spread my legs. He is the only man to have made me feel confident during sex. I would do anything for him because he makes me feel safe and doesn’t try to force anything on me.
He steps in, his front to my back and his excitement digs into my ass. He rubs my ass cheeks before spanking me. I cry out, my legs shaking. He grips my hips and teases my entrance from behind.
I gasp, “Please, don’t tease.” I beg.
He swats my ass and presses into me. I moan deeply as he fills me up, my nails digging into the counter. He growls from behind me, pushing harder.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Fuck, I will never get tired of this feeling.” He groans, drawing out and thrusts back in.
A shudder runs through me. I work my hips back against him to meet his movements. We find the perfect rhythm. He kisses over my back and shoulders, my skin heating under his lips.
“Harder, Conrad. Fuck, give it to me.” I squeal.
He pulls out, much to my dismay. He flips me around and props me back up on the counter. He pulls my legs around him and thrusts back in with speed and harder. I squeal, and my nails claw up his arms. He grips my face roughly, and our lips meet in a heated kiss. I moan into the kiss and hook my ankles behind his back, pulling him deeper. He works in out of me, soon hitting my sweet spot.
“Yes, right there, baby,” I scream.
My head falls back and I rest my hands behind me, grinding to meet him every time he comes forward. My pussy clenches around him as my climax approaches.
“Close, already, angel?” he pants.
I nod, unable to find my words. He dips his hand between us, rubbing my clit. It is all that is needed. My entire body shakes, my heart pounds in my chest, and my toes curl, my orgasm dominating me. My back arches, and I squeal his name, erupting around him. Everything is so intense; it always is with him.
Conrad growls loudly as I release, and he buries his face in my neck, picking up his speed and aiming for his end.
“Come for me, handsome, fill me up.” I plead between my heavy pants.
He curses, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. I gasp. He manages a few more thrusts before they become sloppier, his breathing uneven and his cock twitches. He curses and pants my name before his warmth spills into me, the pressure and the feeling causing me to climax for a second time. We ride through it together.
We hold onto one another as we catch our breath, sweating and panting.
He lifts his head to kiss me softly, “I love you.”
“I love you too, handsome.” I smile.
We take a moment to get it together, and he helps me get to my feet. I don’t think I will ever get bored or fed up with Conrad, not only sexually but in every aspect of life.
“Now, it is fair since we have had sex in every single room of this place,” he chuckles.
I slap his chest playfully, “Come on, dork, let’s get a quick shower before dinner is ready.” I snicker.
He laughs and nods. I take his hand, and we head to shower. It will need to be quick because dinner won’t be long.