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“Because everything is different now compared to then.” He swallowed hard. “And I feel like I have more to lose, and I don’t know why.”
“This hut and winter wonderland is our fantasy. No problems, nothing from the outside world, just us.” Several sheep bleated outside, and we both softly laughed. “And twenty-four sheep.”
“I want you so much,” he rasped. “We only have one condom, and I don’t want to make a hash out of it.”
“You won’t. We won’t.”
Tom tugged at his jumper I wore and I pulled it off, leaving me in my thermal underwear shirt, undies, and socks. He slid his hand under my shirt, tracing spirals over my ribs.
“I look the complete opposite of my boudoir photos.”
“Rosie, don’t be in any doubt of how hot you look right now.”
His eyes flared.
“Even the woollen socks?” I rubbed my feet against his and he laughed.
“Especially the socks,” he growled, pushing one leg between mine and sliding his hand over one of my breasts.
I let out a moan and Tom swore. Soon we were grinding against each other.
Tom lost his jumper and undershirt, now left only in briefs and socks and then nestled between my legs, waiting on me for the next move.
I titled my hips, causing his cock to rub against my soaked undies.
Tom dropped his head to mine, swearing as his hips bucked against mine.
“How do you want to do this?” he whispered harshly. “What are your fantasies, Rosie?”
I opened my mouth but no words came, only a frustrated pant, or was it a moan?
“Dirty talk? With a little bit of pain?” He nipped at my neck and I squealed. “I know you like it.”
“How did—”
He nipped my neck again, harder this time, and I cried out, his tongue soothing the spot.
“You loved it when I bit you. I paid attention.”
Four years ago and he remembered what I liked.
“More of that.”
Tom bit and sucked down my body, paying a lot of attention to my breasts until I was writhing under his touch.
“We’ve got one condom, and I’m making this last. How do you want me?”
“Will you take me like the photo in my boudoir shoot?”
“Which photo?” His hooded eyes were blazing. “On all fours, from behind?”
“Yes.”
“With your wrists bound?”
“Y-yes.”
“If only we were at the homestead and I had you over the settee. I want to see you laid out on velvet.”
