Chapter 0182

I laugh a little, but then wince as he squeezes a bit.

“What?” he asks, pulling away from me and looking down at my body. “Does it hurt?”

“Just a little tender,” I mumble, which is true. I had looked at my butt in the mirror this afternoon, curious to see it pleasantly pink

where Kent had smacked it so fiercely. I had blushed — of course — but...I had also liked it. A little souvenir for me to remember

that moment.

That really, really hot moment.

I'm remembering it now as I press my hips backwards against Kent, wanting him close to me. He complies, moving his free hand

upward again across my stomach to clasp one of my breasts in his palm, purring a little deep in his chest as he feels the way I fill

his hand, as he shifts his hips to curl against my ass.

I moan a little at his touch, at the way his thumb flicks over my nipple, at the way I can feel him growing stiff against me. It’s a

feeling I’m starting to get used to, which makes me feel aroused now, rather than shocked and embarrassed.

Things move quickly then, with none of the games or repartee that we’ve engaged in before. Kent and I — we both simply want

each other, fast, now. Kent takes his hand away from my breast to pull his shorts down, and then he’s still kicking them off as he

dips that hand between my legs, touching me softly. But when he feels how wet I am — already soaking for him — the purr in his

chest turns to a growl and he shifts again so that his cock is pressed swiftly against my entrance.

I shift myself, lifting my hips so that he can fit himself in, and then Kent swiftly slides into me, shuddering as he does. I press my

eyes closed, gasping a little at the sudden force of him, at the sudden fierceness with which I want him. Kent tightens his arms

around me, pulling me close against his chest as he thrusts himself deep and deeper into me, and then he moves one hand

down, slipping between my thighs to find me slick, pressing his fingers against me just where I want to be touched.

I cum quickly, almost gently this time, under his expert hands. It’s nothing like how it was this afternoon — an experience that

shook me to my core, exhausted me, baffled me. While that was an explosion, this is like a cup spilling over, the sensation

splashing through me and filling me with its warmth. I’m still shuddering, Kent’s fingers softly guiding me through it, when I feel

him cum as well, his thrusts turning hard and thorough before his body goes still behind me as he gasps against my neck. And

then we both lay still for a long while, panting quietly, Kent still buried inside of me as he clasps me to his chest, one hand on

each of my breasts.

I think we both almost fall asleep a little bit, just like that, when Kent twitches awake and groans, pulling away from me and sitting

up, running a hand through his hair.

“Come back to sleep,” I murmur, reaching out for him. And he nods to me, letting me know that he will, before he reaches over

for an alarm clock sitting on his bedside table and expertly winds it, pressing the buttons so that it will ring at the proper hour.

“An alarm clock?” I ask, my surprise waking me a little. I sitting up on my elbows, watching him. “Um, Kent,” I say, a little derisive,

“you know that they have phones now. Phones that have those built in.”

“Im an old man, Fay,” Kent scolds, putting the clock back in its place on the table and turning back to glower over me. “Leave me

to be set in my ways. Besides, that,” he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb to indicate the little metal clock, “would

wake the dead. And it doesn’t turn off if it fails to charge overnight.”

“Oh, and shall I light your lantern for

you, my lord, so that you may see in

the dark?” I tease lau ghiag adi

‘agian. we shall tie a

message to the foot of your swiftest

pigeon, so you can communicate

with those you love who live afar —“

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“Shut up,” Kent growls at me, but he’s laughing too as he gathers me into his arms before laying on his back.

“And one day, you shall throw out your abacus, because they shall invent a mighty machine called a calculator which will add

great sums —*

“Enough!” Kent snarls, though his

implied threat is ruined, a bit, by the

fact that he’s also I iag..p

ey ate my body still

aking a little bit with a fading giggle

as I close my eyes. “Go to sleep, Fay,”

he orders, grumpy. “It’s late.” Please

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“Don’t boss me ‘round,” I murmur,

rubbing my face again thimcuctil in

(ed stow (Re ReAnd then,

in moments, we both fall asleep.

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