by Rosie L
“Rick, I am coming,” she screamed in warning as her body quaked in orgasm. Rick drank her as she came, it was so sweet, so delicious, and it turned him on like mad. Sarah cried in pleasure, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her legs almost gave away beneath her. He continued to suck her, lick her, giving her as much as she needed until he felt her shuddering die. Rising to his feet, he kissed her, her wetness still covering his mouth she tasted herself on him.
“Rick,” she whispered, her eyes glazed over with ecstasy.
“Yes?” he asked, as he brushed his lips across hers.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
He kissed her beautiful neck, and sucked her ear.
“With pleasure, my love,” he whispered and he pushed her against the tiled wall, lifted her leg, and wrapped it around his waist. She screamed his name as he entered her. He was already right on the edge, having held back to ensure she came first.
“Rick, hard,” she begged. As she pulled at his shoulders, her insides shook with pleasure as she felt him throbbing.
“Sarah,” he cried, as he thrust urgently. Her backside banged against the tiles, and she gasped as he penetrated her even deeper, the sensation of the force, delighting her. He grabbed her breast, and squeezed at it as he made love to her, he held himself inside her as he felt her climax again, and then he erupted like a volcano. Sarah legs gave way as he came at the same time as her. He lifted her, and held her against him, as he shuddered with the pleasure of her body against his.
He held her in his arms for a moment, as he kissed her neck, and stroked her back.
“God, I love you Sarah,” he said, breathless.
“I love you Rick,” she whispered back. He lifted the hair from her eyes, and smiled, and she smiled back, so overwhelmed she could not speak but merely fell into his arms as he kissed her again.
“Rick, I have never has sex with anyone like that,” she said, finally able to speak.
“Me neither Sarah, you drive me wild, do you know that?” he replied, his lips kissing her neck softly. For a while the held each other, letting the water wash over them, and feeling their hearts pounding against each other.
The doorbell rang. Rick lifted his head and glanced towards the bathroom door.
“Ah breakfast,” he said. “See you downstairs in a minute Sarah, there is a dressing gown of the back of the door if you want to use it,” he offered.
“Thanks,” she said, as he opened the shower door and quickly grabbed a towelling robe from a hook on the wall. He slipped it on as he shot out the door and ran down the stairs.
Borrowing his dressing gown on the back of the door, she wandered five minutes later back downstairs into the lounge.
“Rick,” she called.
“In the kitchen,” he yelled back. She ambled in to find him dishing up breakfast.
“Oh that smells good,” she groaned, kissing his neck. He turned and kissed her mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asked her as they sat down and ate.
“Yes, I am glad it is all over. What do you think they will do with the bodies?” she asked. Rick shrugged.
“Best not to ask,” he said, with a smile, sipping his tea. His phone bleeped.
“Speak of the devil,” he muttered, reading it.
“Sorry?” she asked. He lifted the phone.
“It’s them. Job done, pay up,” he laughed. Standing up he switched on his computer, and keyed in his bank details. He looked at the balance. So he was slightly out with how much he had, and this did not even include his father’s money. Balance Two hundred and seventy five million, seventy-four pounds and twenty-seven pence. He smiled, as quick as he spent it, the interest gave it back. He tapped in the account details and made the transfer.
Half an hour later, Rick pulled the curtains in his bedroom, blocking out the bright new morning. Sarah slipped off his dressing gown and slipped naked into his bed. She shivered against the coolness of the silk sheets, Rick slid in beside her.
“Tired?” he asked, turning and looking at her.
“Maybe,” she said, smiling at him.
“We will go shopping later and buy you a new wardrobe,” he offered.
“I’d like that, and shoes?” she asked.
“And shoes, lots of shoes,” he said, smiling at her. He lifted an eyebrow, and then opened his arms; she pulled herself onto him and sighed as he held her tight. He swallowed a little nervously as he slipped his hand under the pillow.
“Sarah.”
“Yes Rick,” she asked. He pulled out a black box.
“What is that?” she asked, curiously. He pushed himself up the bed and opened it.
“Sarah Elizabeth Rothchild,” he said, her eyes gazing into his. “Will you marry me,” he asked, taking the huge diamond ring from the box. “I know I ask you before, but I want to do it properly.”
“Rick…” she said, looking at it. He lifted her hand and slipped it on. It fitted perfectly.
“Oh my god, Rick where did you get that?” she asked, totally stunned.
“It was my mother’s, you don’t mind do you, it would mean so much to me.” Tears trickled down her cheeks as she held out her hand.
“Mind, Rick, I am …. yes, again, yes I will,” she said, joyfully.
He threw his arms around her, kissed her, and held her tight.
“We are not going to have many people to invite to our wedding,” he said unexpectedly.
“Shall we do it abroad?” she asked, turning onto her front and still admiring the ring. He ran his fingers down her back and caressed her bottom.
“We could do, or we could do it in my castle,” he said, matter of fact. She pulled her head back.
“You have a castle,” she chuckled, surprised. He nodded.
“Yes, I run it as a hotel, I always fancied being a knight,” he replied. Suddenly she imagined him in chainmail.
“Oh god Rick, chainmail,” she whispered, “I could be your wench,” she laughed, her eyes lifting to his excitedly. The image of her in a low cut, wenches dress spilled into his mind.
“Sarah, you should not have said that now look what you have done,” he laughed. She licked her lips as she felt his erection press against her. Pulling the black silk sheet over her head, she moved down on him, and took his cock into her mouth.
“Sarah Elizabeth Rothchild,” he gasped, taking hold of her head.
“Richard John Hemmingway,” she moaned, from under the sheet.
“I told you that’s Rick, young lady,” he laughed.
“So spank me,” she murmured from under the sheet.
“Is that with, or without a gun,” he joked. She burst out from under the sheet and crawled across his belly. Her eyebrow rose, seductively.
“You have weapons here?” she asked.
“A whole hidden room full,” he replied, grinning at her. She tilted her head.
“Rick, let me see,” she begged. He held out his hand.
“Follow me darling.”
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
