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she pushes backward is driving me crazy, and encouraging me to circle her clit harder and faster with my fingers.
Rosie reaches her hand behind her back taking hold of me. It feels great as she squeezes and pulls upwards and back down, I can’t help but groan into her ear and push my hips forward in response. In what seems like seconds Rosie readjusts and pushes herself onto me, I push slowly into her and she leans her head back indicating that I’m pressing the right buttons.
It’s bliss to be inside her, she rolls forward so that she is face down on the mattress and I roll with her, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders as I continue a slow pace inside her. Rosie pushes her backside up off the bed allowing me deeper and I kneel upright between her legs, gripping her hips as I start to thrust hard and fast deep inside her. She muffles a scream into the mattress and grips me tightly as she comes hard and fast, I can’t hold off as she clenches gloriously and I gasp as I empty into her…
“Welcome home Mr James” Rosie smiles up at me from the pillow, sated and flushed in the cheeks as I return from the bathroom,
“It’s good to be back baby. Right then, breakfast and then we’re taking Glasgow by storm!”
I can do this; I can push what happened in Thailand to the back of my mind and spend a happy monogamous lifetime with this amazing woman.
We order room service and eat breakfast in bed, then dress and head out into the city. As we walk, Rosie clings to my arm for warmth and fills me in on how the book tour has gone.
We’re walking and talking as though we’re the only people in the world. Listening to Rosie so excited about the feedback she’s received on the tour makes me smile and when I talk about the wedding over a coffee I have to stop half way through telling her about it and just kiss her, I looked up to see her resting her chin in her hands and watching me, listening intently and smiling, she’s adorable.
While we eat lunch I start to panic about Rosie meeting Sasha in a couple of days, I can’t risk Sash letting on about what happened, I can’t let Rosie get hurt like that. I’m sure that Sasha won’t say a word; we talked before I came home to try and smooth things out. She begged me not to go to the police saying that she had raped me, I told her not to be ridiculous and that she made the most stupid mistake she’ll ever make, but it was just a mistake.
For some reason I told her we could still be friends, I don’t know why, I think it was partly because she was crying and partly to keep her on side. Sasha values our friendship and won’t jeopardise it I’m certain, but she can be a nasty piece of work when she wants, and they say there’s nothing like a woman scorned.
When Rosie asks me what’s wrong I realise that I haven’t said a word or looked at her for a while, I just assure her that I’m really enjoying my food, she seemed to believe me.
Rosie and I spend the whole day shopping and dipping in and out of bars to warm up. We’re both a bit drunk when we get back to the hotel, rosy cheeked from the cold and the alcohol and decide to get room service and curl up and watch a film in bed.
We are heading back to London tomorrow and then on to Devon for Ste ve and Annie’s wedding part two so I want to make the most of this, while I have her to myself.
Chapter Eight
“Are we nearly there yet?”
“No Pippa, we’re five minutes further along the road than the last time you asked!” Jackson smiles at Pip in the rear-view mirror and she laughs from the back seat of the car.
Jackson has hired a car to take us to Devon as it was going to be a nightma re journey on public transport. Watching him drive is quite a turn on; he is confident behind the wheel and handles the car perfectly, weaving in and out of the traffic to get us to Tavistock in record time.
We pull into the driveway of The Horn of Plenty and I’m immediately struck by the
Rosie reaches her hand behind her back taking hold of me. It feels great as she squeezes and pulls upwards and back down, I can’t help but groan into her ear and push my hips forward in response. In what seems like seconds Rosie readjusts and pushes herself onto me, I push slowly into her and she leans her head back indicating that I’m pressing the right buttons.
It’s bliss to be inside her, she rolls forward so that she is face down on the mattress and I roll with her, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders as I continue a slow pace inside her. Rosie pushes her backside up off the bed allowing me deeper and I kneel upright between her legs, gripping her hips as I start to thrust hard and fast deep inside her. She muffles a scream into the mattress and grips me tightly as she comes hard and fast, I can’t hold off as she clenches gloriously and I gasp as I empty into her…
“Welcome home Mr James” Rosie smiles up at me from the pillow, sated and flushed in the cheeks as I return from the bathroom,
“It’s good to be back baby. Right then, breakfast and then we’re taking Glasgow by storm!”
I can do this; I can push what happened in Thailand to the back of my mind and spend a happy monogamous lifetime with this amazing woman.
We order room service and eat breakfast in bed, then dress and head out into the city. As we walk, Rosie clings to my arm for warmth and fills me in on how the book tour has gone.
We’re walking and talking as though we’re the only people in the world. Listening to Rosie so excited about the feedback she’s received on the tour makes me smile and when I talk about the wedding over a coffee I have to stop half way through telling her about it and just kiss her, I looked up to see her resting her chin in her hands and watching me, listening intently and smiling, she’s adorable.
While we eat lunch I start to panic about Rosie meeting Sasha in a couple of days, I can’t risk Sash letting on about what happened, I can’t let Rosie get hurt like that. I’m sure that Sasha won’t say a word; we talked before I came home to try and smooth things out. She begged me not to go to the police saying that she had raped me, I told her not to be ridiculous and that she made the most stupid mistake she’ll ever make, but it was just a mistake.
For some reason I told her we could still be friends, I don’t know why, I think it was partly because she was crying and partly to keep her on side. Sasha values our friendship and won’t jeopardise it I’m certain, but she can be a nasty piece of work when she wants, and they say there’s nothing like a woman scorned.
When Rosie asks me what’s wrong I realise that I haven’t said a word or looked at her for a while, I just assure her that I’m really enjoying my food, she seemed to believe me.
Rosie and I spend the whole day shopping and dipping in and out of bars to warm up. We’re both a bit drunk when we get back to the hotel, rosy cheeked from the cold and the alcohol and decide to get room service and curl up and watch a film in bed.
We are heading back to London tomorrow and then on to Devon for Ste ve and Annie’s wedding part two so I want to make the most of this, while I have her to myself.
Chapter Eight
“Are we nearly there yet?”
“No Pippa, we’re five minutes further along the road than the last time you asked!” Jackson smiles at Pip in the rear-view mirror and she laughs from the back seat of the car.
Jackson has hired a car to take us to Devon as it was going to be a nightma re journey on public transport. Watching him drive is quite a turn on; he is confident behind the wheel and handles the car perfectly, weaving in and out of the traffic to get us to Tavistock in record time.
We pull into the driveway of The Horn of Plenty and I’m immediately struck by the
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