The Firefighter's Girl

by Natasha Knight

  “I’m not,” he defended, taking her face into his hands. “You’re just so cute,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “And you smell like a lamb chop so I might just eat you.”

  “I’ll make some pasta,” she said, pushing him away.

  “Hold on. You said you wanted to surprise me. What was the occasion?”

  She smiled a wide smile. “I had an offer today!”

  “That’s great, Rebecca. Where is it and is it what you wanted?”

  She nodded. “It’s across town and although the salary is a little lower than I was making, it’s a new office and a good company to get in with.”

  “Congratulations. That’s great news. Why don’t I take you out for dinner so we can celebrate?” he asked.

  “I need a shower first. I do smell like lamb chops,” she said, sniffing a lock of hair.

  “Me too on the shower.”

  He looked at her and she raised her eyebrows. He grinned and led her up to the master bathroom where he stripped her naked while kissing her. She switched on the shower and adjusted the temperature.

  “Too hot,” he said, readjusting it when he walked in behind her.

  “Now it’s too cold,” she said, moving the dial again.

  He ignored her and turned her to face him, holding her chin in one hand and bringing his mouth over hers to devour her with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, lacing her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer to her. Slowly, as the kiss ended, she moved to kiss his neck, then his chest. She looked up to find him watching her as she lowered herself down to kneel between his legs, water pouring over her as she took his ready cock into her mouth.

  Sawyer moaned and closed his eyes, both of his hands gripping her hair tight. She closed her eyes and turned circles around the head of his cock before moving to lick the length of him and finally to take him whole into her mouth, tasting the salty droplets. He began to move her in a rhythm, forcing her to open wider, to take him deeper. Tears formed in her eyes when he pushed too far and he slowly pulled back. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her as he shut off the water and pulled her off him altogether.

  Drawing her to her feet by her hair, he kissed her again and opened the shower door, walking her backwards into the bedroom. He pushed her onto the bed and with his full weight on her, he continued to kiss her before moving to take each nipple in turn into his mouth. Rebecca wrapped her legs around his back, trying to take his cock into her, wanting him inside her, needing him, but he wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he pulled one leg off and kissed her mouth again before whispering in her ear.

  “Not yet,” he said, pulling her to stand and slowly moving to kneel between her legs. “Take your legs wide and spread your pussy lips open for me.”

  Rebecca swallowed, looking down at him, his arousal clear in his eyes. She moved her legs apart and reached her hands to either side of her pussy to spread herself open. He studied her for a moment before moving to cover her clit with his mouth. She had to steady herself when he did, letting go of her pussy as she grabbed his shoulders.

  “That won’t do,” he said, taking hold of her hips and with his thumbs, pulling her lips wide and sucking her clit hard until her knees gave out and he had to support her. He stopped then with a chuckle and looked up at her. “Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles, legs even wider,” he said.

  She stared at him for a moment but slowly turned to bend forward, gripping her ankles as she exposed every inch of herself to him while he remained kneeling behind her.

  “I love your ass, Rebecca,” he said. “I love spanking it, I love looking at it and today, I’m going to love fucking it.”

  She only gasped when his tongue delved deep inside her sex and one hand moved around front, pinching her clit between two fingers, the other pulling her bottom cheeks even wider, one finger closing over top of her back hole. But after a few moments like this, his mouth working her pussy, his fingers on her clit and her bottom hole, Rebecca let go of her ankles and fell forward, catching herself on the bed just as his finger pressed just into her back hole.

  That was when he stopped and rose to his feet, kissing her neck, keeping her back to him while he pressed his hard cock between her bottom cheeks, one hand in her hair, tugging her head, turning it so he could kiss her.

  She heard the drawer open, but before she could see anything, he closed it again and moved so that he was sitting on the bed and she sat on his lap with her back to him. His hands on her hips lifted her and slowly slid her pussy onto his cock. She leaned slightly forward, her feet on the floor to support her as she moved slowly up and down, taking the girth of his thick cock into her tight passage. His hands left her hips and she looked back to find him squeezing lubricant onto his fingers and with his eyes on hers and with her still moving on his cock, he spread the stuff onto her bottom hole.

  “I’ve only ever punished you here,” he said, circling and smearing the slippery lubricant all around her back hole until finally, one finger penetrated the tight ring.

  Rebecca’s mouth opened but no sound came.

  He smiled.

  “No punishment today though,” he said, his eyes intent on hers when he pushed his finger deeper, the penetration causing some discomfort but more pleasure. “Today only a good hard fucking for your bottom and I promise you’ll like it.”

  As he said it, he moved his other hand to her clit and in the next moment, Rebecca’s hips bucked. With his finger deep inside her ass, his cock thick in her pussy and his fingers pinching her clit, she came, gripping his thighs hard with her hands, her fingernails clawing into him until finally, the wave subsided and he pulled his cock from her pussy and his finger from her ass.

  With his cock lubricated with her own juices, he brought the head of it to her asshole.

  “Look at me,” he said, tugging her hair with one hand to hold her, pulling her head back a little with the force of it. “Look at me while you take my cock in your ass.”

  Her pussy dripped from his words alone and her entire body was pure sensation, the effects of her orgasm only making her more aware, more open, more sensitive.

  But when he pulled her down a little to sit her onto his cock, she gasped. “It hurts!” she said, every muscle tightening.

  “Shh… relax, we’ll go slowly,” he managed.

  She could see his expression, his arousal, knew how hard it must be for him not to just fuck her now.

  “Good girl,” he said as she relaxed her muscles. “Take it, Rebecca. Take my cock inside your ass.”

  He let go of her hair and gripped her hips with both hands and with hers still on his thighs, slowly, so slowly, she settled back some more, taking in another thick inch, her tight hole stretching for him.

  “That’s it,” he said, moving her up and back, the feel of his cock inside her ass different, the sensations heightened after her orgasm just moments ago. There was some pain, but it quickly mixed with something else, something too good, too full to want to back away from that pain.

  “I’m about halfway in, baby,” he said, still lifting her, then pulling her slowly back onto his lap. “Just relax and let me take care of you,” he said, snaking one finger around so he took her clit between two fingers again.

  * * *

  Her ass felt tight around his cock. Tight and hot and he wanted to stand her up and bend her over and fuck her like an animal. He pinched her clit hard and when she gasped, he took the next inches fast, calling some sound from her. Her nails dug into his thighs and he eased back a little.

  “Shh, it’s ok,” he said. “You’re doing great, I’m almost all the way in.”

  “It’s too much,” she protested, trying to rise, but he gripped her harder and worked his fingers over her clit until she relaxed again, easing back down onto his lap. Slowly, he stood, taking her with him. She leaned over slightly but not enough and with only a few inches to go, he wanted her bent all the way over. He wanted to watch her ass while he fucke
d it. He wanted to watch her take in all of him.

  “Bend over all the way,” he said. “Hands on the floor if you can.”

  She moved slowly, but bent all the way over, placing flat hands onto the floor. As she did, he claimed the last inches, pulling her hips tight to his body and holding her there for a moment before he returned his fingers to her clit and moved slowly as she began to climax, the now familiar sounds she made when she came filling the room. He held still inside her as her walls clamped down around his cock and she called out.

  “Ready for me to fuck your ass, Rebecca?” he asked, already moving a little faster, preparing her to take him in long, hard thrusts.

  Her answer didn’t come with words; her body spoke instead when he began to fuck her like he wanted to, drawing all the way out and pushing so she gasped and called out at once. He took both her hips in his hands then to support her while fucking her, enjoying the sensation of her tight hole stretching just for his cock, the look of it, of her bent as she was, giving him this most private place, gasping all along, moaning with pleasure as a final wave overtook her and she came once more in time with his own climax, his cock emptying inside her before the two dropped to their knees, remaining as they were, panting and spent.

  * * *

  Rebecca smoothed her pretty pale green dress over her lap and closed her menu. Sawyer took it from her and handed both to the waitress.

  “We’ll both have the lamb chops,” Sawyer said to the waitress.

  Rebecca nodded and just kept watching him, feeling bad that when she told him what she had to tell him, that mischievous smile would leave his face.

  “And instead of the roasted potatoes, I’d like fries, please,” she added, not once taking her eyes off Sawyer even when she spoke to the waitress.

  Once the waitress walked away, she picked up her wine glass and sniffed the most delicious red wine she had ever tasted.

  “I bring you to one of the best restaurants in town and you order fries?”

  “What?” she asked, shrugging a shoulder. “You know how I love fries and I thought we were celebrating. It’s not like I eat them every day.”

  “I’m just teasing you,” he said, touching his glass to hers. “To good things to come,” he said. “You deserve it.”

  “We both do,” she said, her expression more serious.

  “Agreed.”

  “Sawyer,” she began, putting the glass down. “There’s something I have to tell you.” She placed her hands in her lap and touched the finger where the ring she had taken from Amelia would have been if she hadn’t lost it. It was too big for her ring finger, but ever since the chain that held it around her neck had broken, she had worn it around her thumb thinking she wouldn’t lose it. She had realized it a week ago and hadn’t mentioned it, hoping she would find it and not have to tell him anything at all.

  “There’s something I have to tell you too,” he said.

  “Me first. Let me just get this over with and I want you to know how sorry I am and that I haven’t given up looking for it…”

  She stopped talking when the waitress returned to set a basket of bread and a plate of olive oil down on the table.

  “I think we might be talking about the same…” Sawyer began when the waitress left.

  She put up her hand to stop him. “No, please just let me go first.” He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him again. “I lost it,” she said, her shoulders slumped, her eyes wide. “I lost Amelia’s ring. I’ve been looking for it for a week and it was a little big so I wonder if it fell off somewhere although I didn’t wear it much. I’m really sorry and…”

  He took something out of his pocket then, that smile wider on his face. “You didn’t lose it,” he said, holding out a little black velvet box. “I took it.” With that, he opened the box and stopped talking.

  Goose bumps covered the whole of her body and Rebecca sat staring at what she knew was once Amelia’s ring except that it had been changed, altered. Finally, she dragged her eyes from the sparkling diamond and looked at him. He remained watching her intently, his smile not cocky just tender. “Do you like it?”

  She smiled and looked at the ring again while quiet tears began to rush down her face and she sniffled loudly. “What did you do?” She turned her attention to her bag, which was too big and too full, and started to go through it, desperate for a tissue, sure she shouldn’t use the cloth napkin to wipe her nose.

  “If you don’t like it…”

  “No, it’s not that,” she said, shaking her head and finally finding what she needed. “It’s beautiful,” she barely managed through tears.

  “Then why are you crying?”

  She blew her nose and dabbed the tears away before shoving the tissue back into her purse. “I don’t know.”

  Sawyer laughed, looking for a moment relieved. That was when she realized he was nervous. He took the ring from the box, then reached out and took her left hand in both of his. She sat on the edge of her seat, her heart racing, her eyes first on his, then on the ring.

  “Rebecca,” he said. “I’ve not made a secret of my feelings for you and now that this whole mess is behind us, I want to move forward. I love you so much that I can’t think of spending even one day without seeing you and you’d make me very happy if you would accept this ring and be my wife. Marry me, Rebecca.”

  With her right hand, she reached for the cloth napkin now, no longer caring about having to use it to wipe her eyes and nose. She nodded while crying, looking up at the ceiling in an effort to stop the tears from falling. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t stop crying.”

  “Will you marry me?” he asked again, tugging on her hand to make her look at him.

  She hiccupped once before taking a deep breath and nodded once more. “Yes. God, yes. I love you too, Sawyer. So much.”

  Sawyer’s eyes looked a little redder too and a moment later, he was sliding the ring onto her finger. “The band is Amelia’s. I just had it resized and had the diamond placed there. I hope you like it and this way, you never have to take it off.”

  When he released her hand, she looked at it, at the gorgeous ring there that meant so much more since it was Amelia’s wedding band made into her own engagement ring. “I love it, Sawyer,” she said. “I love it.”

  The End

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