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Waking up I instantly was feeling achy again, a dull thumping in my clavicle and ribs. Rolling over a little stiffly, I grabbed a pill and a glass of water from the nightstand. Laying back down I looked over at Richard, sleeping with his back towards me, his breathing slow and steady. Slowly I inched up to him, gingerly to not aggravate my broken bones too much. Just being able to do this now, lie close to him and hug him, made me feel waves of joy and gratitude. I slipped my arm under his duvet and gently wrapped it around him, pressing my body against his back. Softly I kissed his shoulder and the back of his neck, gently caressing his arm. After a while he sighed and stirred a little, then I felt his heavy, sleepy hand over mine.
“Good morning, love,” I whispered against the back of his neck, brushing my lips lightly across his skin.
“Hmm... it is now,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. I hugged him tightly to my body, or as tight as I could without anything hurting too much. “Ron...?” Richard seemed to tense up a little in my arms.
“Mm?”
“You're wearing very little clothes,” he observed, obviously having felt my naked chest press against his back.
“I got too warm during the night, took my t-shirt off. I'm sorry...” I muttered, feeling myself getting hot around the ears. I honestly hadn't thought about it, but it was the first time I didn't have a top on around him.
“Sorry? It wasn't a complaint, believe me!” He chuckled. He turned around to face me and wrapped his arm around me, and with his nose an inch from mine he looked into my eyes. Smiling a little sleepily, he ran a hand over the side of my face. “Morning, beautiful.” At this, I blushed and closed my eyes for a second, shaking my head a little.
“I have seen myself in the mirror lately,” I mumbled, thinking about my bruised body and slightly swollen cheekbone.
“Still beautiful. Give it time, you'll look like yourself again soon,” he assured me, running his fingers lightly through my hair. “Now come here.” He leaned in for a kiss. Still affected by just having woken up, his kiss was slow and lazy. Kissing him suddenly felt a little different, for the first time my naked chest was against his, and I felt closer to him than ever before. Wanting to feel closer, Richard slipped a leg in between mine and held me tighter, pressing my chest against his own. I trailed my palm up his spine and neck, then ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing hold of it. Richard's mouth disappeared from mine, trailing kisses along my jaw, taking care to kiss the side that wasn't bruised and sore. He kissed his way down my neck, to my shoulders and unbroken clavicle, then up again, nuzzling kisses by my ear. A little wince escaped me as his mouth found that sensitive spot, causing me to erupt into goosebumps. My heart was quickening, my breathing was getting heavier, and I stretched my neck, offering it up to him. He sighed and kept nuzzling my neck, sucking at it a little, his breathing also becoming faster and heavier. His hand trailed from my back, up along my side, then his hand cupped my breast gently. This caused my breath to hitch in my throat and another little wince escaped me. His lips found mine again, kissing more frantically now as his thumb rubbed over my nipple in firm circles.
“Richard, Richard...” I whispered, panting slightly as I placed a hand on his chest to stop him. “We have to stop this now before we get too... carried away,” I said a little apologetically. “Not that I want to stop, I really don't, but I'm still too banged up for... that,” I finished a little awkwardly, blushing a little. His hand let go of my breast, landing on my back in stead, caressing my spine.
“It's okay, I get it, Ronja,” he said, understanding in his voice. “Sorry if I went too far, I was getting carried away there,” he admitted, giving an apologetic shrug.
“You didn't go too far,” I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. “And I was really getting carried away too.”
“God, it's really hard having you in my bed like this and not being able to... do anything about it,” he complained, rubbing his face frustratedly.
“Yes, I can feel exactly how hard it is,” I teased and bit my lower lip, pushing my hip against his throbbing erection. It wasn't the first time I'd felt his cock hard against my body, but last time he was fast asleep. This time it was because of me, and it was making my heart pound in my ears.
“Sssh, no don't, don't.. aggravate it,” he moaned.
“Aggravate?” I laughed at the choice of wording. “All right, sorry, sorry,” I added, seeing the frustration in his face. The fire his kisses from before had stirred in me was still there, and the feel of his erection against me wasn't helping. Leaning in again I kissed his lips and trailed my hand down the front of his chest and stomach, coming to a halt right above the elastic on his pajama bottoms. “I could... give you a hand?” I whispered against his lips, kissing him again. I swirled my fingertips over his skin, causing him to hum deeply.
“Tempting...” He breathed.
“Yeah...?” I whispered, slowly slipping my fingers in underneath the waistband of his boxers, asking for permission.
“Uh-huh...” He nodded, kissing me blindly. My heart was racing, making my head hurt again, but I couldn't care less. This was something entirely new and exciting, a whole new side to our relationship that we had yet to explore. Finding his erection, I brushed my fingers lightly over it, and he hummed and squirmed a little, wanting a firmer touch. I ran my fingers over the length of it one more time, before gently placing my palm around him. He let out a soft moan when he felt my hand closing around him. I swirled a thumb over his head, feeling that he was already wet. Slowly I began working on him, and I could feel his hot breath against my mouth as he huffed, his breathing getting heavier again.
“Your clothing is a little restrictive...” I whispered, stopping for a moment. With a frustrated sigh he shoves both his pajama bottoms and boxers down quickly, kicking them away. My stomach did a back-flip. Richard Hammond, completely naked in my bed. About damn time. “Better,” I hummed, running my palm firmly over his side and down his hip before finding his cock again. When I resumed stroking him, my pace was a little quicker this time.
“Fuck, Ronja,” he groaned as I seemed to hit upon a pace that worked for him. I kissed him along his jaw and down his neck, nuzzling the same spot by the ear that he had kissed earlier.
“Imagine we're naked together,” I whispered seductively. “Sticky and sweaty...” I continued, voicing what I was imagining inside my head. I paused for a moment, before continuing. “Imagine you being... deep inside me,” I breathed. He groaned, his fingers digging a little into my hip. “All tight... and warm and wet.” I spoke slowly, but kept my pace on his cock.
“God, Ron... Feels so fucking good,” He moaned, almost thrusting into my hand, getting carried away.
“Imagine me moaning in your ear, groaning your name as you fuck me.” My whispers of encouragement were making the tension in him mount quickly.
“Fuck, faster,” he begged, and I increased my rhythm a little.
“And I'm moaning in your ear, begging you to fuck me harder...” I nipped at his earlobe and breathed into his ear. His cock twitched in my hand and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer this way, his fingers were digging hard into my side now. I nipped at the skin of his neck with my teeth “I'm grinding my hips up against you... moaning louder and louder... Moaning your name. Oh god, Richard, you're going to make me come...” My last words, along with my hand on his cock, sent him over the edge, he thrust his hips against my hand faster and faster until he seized up in a guttural groan, and I felt warm wetness explode over my hand. I kept pumping him through his orgasm, kissing his neck lazily as I did, then I slowed down as I felt his orgasm recede. I'm breathing heavily too now, but Richard was panting like he's been out for a run. After a minute he came to his senses again, managing to open his eyes to look down at me.
“Hmm, thank you,” he breathed, closing his eyes for a moment in gratitude before giving me a sloppy kiss.
“You're welcome,” I breathed back and kissed him again, and then we broke out giggling against each other's lips, a liberating laugh, releasing some of the sexual tension. “I'm sorry, I've made a right old mess,” I laughed, my hand sticky and wet.
“Technically, I made the mess,” he giggled and nipped at my lips again. “But you made me make it,” he added, giving me another kiss. “That can't have been very fulfilling for you, though?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at me, looking apologetic.
“Maybe not,” I shrugged. “But I'm sure you'll make it up to me when I've healed up a bit?” At this, he just smiled and nodded, looking like an eager, excited child. “But I love this, Richard. I love... figuring you out, this side of you, learning you.”
“I can't wait until it's my turn,” he sighed longingly, running his hand over my hair.
“Me too,” I sighed.
“I think I need a shower. Wanna come with me?” His eyebrow was raised in a cheeky way, a mischievous look on his face.
“Okay,” I nodded, unable to say no to more naked time with him no matter how frustrating it might be for me. Richard crawled out of bed and padded naked into the bathroom, and I couldn't take my eyes off him for a second.
“Stop staring at my arse, lady. And get a move on!” He shouted without turning around, disappearing into the bathroom. Laughing quietly at him I got stiffly out of bed, feeling like a hundred years old. Before I reached the open bathroom door I could already hear the water running. Reaching the door I leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight of Richard in the shower, water running over his hair and face. Wiping water out of his eyes he opened them and caught the sight of me in the corner of his eye. Turning to look at me his mouth fell open a little as his eyes wandered down my body. This was the first time he'd seen my bare chest, and his eyes glided slowly over my body, down and up again, drinking me in. A blush crept over my neck when I slid my panties down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I felt vulnerable and a little self-conscious under Richard's unblinking stare, I would have even if I wasn't covered in bruises. Seeing that I was feeling a little uncomfortable, he opened the glass door to the big, roomy shower, inviting me in.
“God, you're beautiful,” he said as I entered and he closed the door behind me.
“I'm a walking bruise,” I sulked, hanging my head a little.
“It'll get better, love,” he said comfortingly, pulling me in for a hug and a kiss. Gently he lead me into the stream of warm water, and for a moment we just stood there, holding each other, my head leaning against his shoulder, enjoying the warm water falling over us. This was the first time we're naked together, and the excitement of this was making my heart pound in my chest and my stomach swoop with joy. Eventually, managing to pull ourselves out of our reverie, we set about doing what we were originally here to do. I began washing my hair, but clumsily as I could only use one arm, the other one I couldn't lift that high because of my clavicle. Richard noticed and took over, slowly running his fingertips through my hair, massaging my head, and I closed my eyes blissfully. When Richard wahed his own hair, I helped out with one hand, wanting to repay the favor. Having finished with Richard's hair, I picked up my body wash, but Richard snatched it from me. I studied him as he opened it, pouring some into his palm.
“Turn around,” he said, and my eyes snapped up to meet his, raising my eyebrow at him. “Go on,” he said sternly. With a quizzical frown, I somewhat hesitantly turned my back to him. His arms closed around me from behind, and his palms ran over my stomach, spreading soap over my warm, wet skin. His palms ran slowly over my stomach, down my hips, and then up my sides, soaping me up. His mouth was at the side of my neck, kissing me slowly. I tilted my head, offering up my neck to him, knowing full well this was a bad idea. His soapy, warm hands slid upwards, over my breasts and chest, my shoulders, then go back to my breasts, cupping them, rubbing his thumb over my nipples.
“Richard...” I groaned, placing my hands over his. “This really isn't being very helpful,” I complained, frustration flaring up in me again. To my surprise, I felt his erection against my bum.
“I'm sorry, I can't help myself,” he moaned against my neck but let my breasts go and his hands slid back down to my stomach. I turned around in his arms, leaned back a little, and gave his erection a pointed look.
“Again?” I asked, a little exasperatedly, as if I was surprised he's up and running again, as it were.
“Ronja, I am in a hot and steamy shower, naked with a bloody sexy woman in front of me, and I'm soaping her up. The only reason I wouldn't have a boner right now would be if I was stone dead!” He said tetchily.
“You invited me in here,” I pointed out with an innocent pout. “And you were the one who started with the soap,” I continued.
“Yes, yes,” he said impatiently.
“I'm not giving you a hand again. You're just going to have to stay as frustrated as me,” I warned, giving him a kiss, but also teasing him by pressing my body against him, trapping his erection between us.
“Gooood! These are going to be some loooong fucking days,” he complained loudly, covering his face with his hands for a moment.
“I know, baby,” I sighed and took a step away from him, rinsing the soap off my body.