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A few hours later, I find myself yawning, my eyes drooping. I look around, hesitant, realizing that the whole day has passed without word from Kent. But…he did tell me not to go.
So, with a little shrug, I make my way back to the bed, leaving the little fire on to light the room a little bit while I sleep. And then I curl up in the bed where Kent tucked me in a few hours before, trying to keep my eyes open to read a little more of the book, but eventually falling asleep with my cheek pillowed on the page.
I’m awoken, I don’t know how much later, by the feel of something heavy on the mattress next to me. Surprised by the sudden change, I gasp a little turning towards the movement, but I quickly realize that it’s him, warm beside me. Kent, his body stripped down to his boxer-briefs his skin and hair a little damp, apparently from a shower
Wait, where was his shower? The little bathroom I used through a door next to the fireplace was just a little half bath
“Shhh,” Kent says apologetically, working to put me at ease after he woke me. He slides his body close to mine and his hands are instantly on me, one sliding behind my head so that my head is pillowed on his arm, the other slipping down over the silky grey nightgown and then flipping it aside, moving upwards again up the length of my thigh to my stomach.
I press my back into the warmth of his chest, grumbling a little at having been woken but pleased to have him near again.
“Where did you find this flimsy little thing,” Kent murmurs, lowering his face to my shoulder and running his lips across my skin. I smile, yawning a little.
“Oh, this old thing?” I reply. “I’ve had it for years. Practically a rag.”
Kent gives me a punishing little nip on my shoulder for that. “This is watered silk, Fay,” he murmurs, nudging my shoulder with his nose so that I turn away a bit, giving him the freedom to drop kisses along my shoulder blades and down the length of my spine. “You call it a rag again, and you’ll pay for it.” He moves his hand to my ass, cupping it a little, reminding me of my “punishment” this afternoon.
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.”
“I’m 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, laughing a little. “And in the morning, we shall tie a message to the foot of your swiftest pigeon, so you can communicate with those you love who live afar ”
“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 laughing. I pillow my head on his chest, my body still shaking a little bit with a fading giggle as I close my eyes. “Go to sleep, Fay,” he orders, grumpy. “It’s late.”
“Don’t boss me ’round,” I murmur, rubbing my face against him until I’m settled just how I like. And then, within moments, we both fall asleep.
The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I’m suddenly, instantly, gaspingly awake, looking around for whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee
But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it’s just that fucking alarm clock
Kent groans beneath me, hardly moving at all, apparently used to it. He opens his eyes, though, which I smack him hard in the chest.
“Ooof,” he says, frowning at me and rubbing his pectoral where I hit him. “What the hell was that for?”
“Turn that thing off!” I shriek, pointing to the alarm clock. “Before I have a heart attack!”
Kent just laughs and rolls over towards the clock, grabbing it off the nightstand and pressing the button on top. It instantly goes silent and Kent drops it on the bed before he turns back to me.
“Told you it would wake the dead.”
“It woke me!” I growl, hitting him again, which just makes him laugh more. “And I almost died from fright!”
“Why is it,” Kent asks, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me back down to the sheets, twisting so that he pins me there with his body on top of mine, “that you can stand up to me without a second thought, but a little alarm clock you say is nearly the death of you?”
“Because,” I growl, wiggling against him, pretending I want to get away when really…well, actually, it feels rather nice to be pinned under Kent’s fit body, getting to feel the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. “I can’t seduce the clock into doing what I want.”
“Is that what you did,” Kent murmurs, dropping his head and kissing the space between my collar bones and then shifting his body to drop another kiss lower, and then another kiss lower. “And here I thought that I was the seducer.”
“What did you have to gain,” I murmur, smiling as I watch him and sinking my fingers deep into his hair. “I got a horse and a knee-shattering orgasm and a whole closet full of clothes. What did you get?”
Kent looks up at me and smirks before flicking his eyes lower on my body. Taking his meaning that my body is his now, and his alone I laugh, wiggling so that I’m down next to him, our faces aligned.
“Kent,” I say, putting my hand on his cheek, working hard to hold back the full extent of my sly smile as I ask the question that’s been burning in me for hours. “Why are all of the clothes in the closet my size?”
“Are they?” he asks, pretending to look at the closet and consider it. “And here I was, thinking they’d fit me…”
I laugh and smack him on my shoulder. “The women’s clothes, Kent. I thought they’d be Fiona’s leftovers. But they’re…”
Kent’s mouth lifts in a little smile at me, as if he’s pleased I noticed but a little chagrined that I’m inquiring. I think he’d prefer it, honestly, if I just accepted his little gifts and stopped asking what they meant.
“I had it stocked,” Kent murmurs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine, “weeks ago.”
“Weeks ago?” I gasp, shocked. I had assumed he’d had it done yesterday, at best
Slowly, Kent nods, closing his eyes and letting me put the pieces together.
“So, you knew,” I say quietly as he pulls away to look at me. “You knew you’d get me in your bed at some point.”
Kent looks at me seriously for a moment, as if deciding what to tell me. Then, he surprises me with his answer.
“I knew, Fay,” Kent says, leaning forward towards me. “I was so sure of it I didn’t even have the shoppers stock the autumn line. Everything in there is spring or summer fashion, because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to wait.”
“Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide at this revelation. That Kent…Kent has wanted this for a long time. Prepared for it. Expected it. Knew that it was going to happen now, not months from now. Whereas I…