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Matthijs stretches out on his sun lounger, admiring the wedding ring on his finger, unable to believe it’s already been a year since the second best day of his life. A day second only to his daughter Jelka’s birth. Rebecca’s in the pool, leisurely swimming laps in front of him. He’s trying to focus on reading a novel, but it’s hard when she looks so beautiful in the Tuscan sun.
It’s a balmy afternoon, and they’ve spent their day so far the same way they’ve spent every day; rising late, having sleepy morning sex, drinking coffee and eating pastries in the garden of their rented villa (he now finally understands the meaning of brunch) and lounging around the pool basking in the heat.
They’re on a weeklong trip to Italy for their anniversary while Jelka spends a few weeks back in Amsterdam, half with his parents and half with her mother, Lotte. She’s on summer holidays from school, which she now attends in London, so a summer trip was necessary for her to spend time with her family and friends from home.
After his and Rebecca’s wedding, and many prior months of deliberating, Matthijs and Jelka decided to move to London to be a family unit. Rebecca was prepared to move to Amsterdam, and he loves her endlessly for that, but with Richmond’s women’s team only in its second year of existence, Keeley and Roy recently welcoming a baby daughter, along with a host of positive opportunities for Jelka, the English city won out. They still have the houseboat in Amsterdam for any birthdays and other weekend visits, but the larger house in Richmond definitely suits them all best.
Rebecca was nervous that the move would be difficult for Jelka, but she adapted more easily than they expected. At her London school she easily made new friends through football and choir to bring home for sleepover parties — a novel concept to his daughter now that they have spare bedrooms — and she’s also become close friends with Roy’s niece Phoebe. School in London also means Jelka’s English is near perfect now, and her accent and grasp of English slang is better than his. Some days he swears she sounds like a mini Rebecca.
For his part, Matthijs thinks he’d be content living anywhere with both of his girls, but he actually loves their London lifestyle. Richmond is quieter than central Amsterdam, which suits him more than he realised it would. He goes jogging most mornings, has a kitchen double in size for trying out new recipes, and Rebecca has taken him to see almost every West End show. Work is more interesting too since he resigned from KLM to fly for British Airways, which means he’s now challenged with different routes and planes. For his birthday last year, Rebecca even gifted him with an eight seater Cessna of his own so they can make all the leisurely trips he wants.
All things considered, the past year has been near perfect, and he almost can’t believe how lucky he is. In Rebecca, he’s found an amazing partner, and an incredible stepmother to his now eight year old daughter. It’s a far cry from his life five years ago, going through a rough divorce and navigating essentially becoming a single father while consoling an unhappy toddler. He doesn’t consider his ex, Lotte, to be a bad mother, but she certainly doesn’t want the responsibility. Their move to London has been beneficial for Lotte too, because she can now have Jelka visit her for a few fun weeks a year, without having to worry about raising her. Earlier today, Lotte sent him a cute video of herself and Jelka riding bikes along the Amsterdam coast, and his heart brims over with happiness seeing them both so relaxed, content with the way their lives are playing out.
Realising that his his novel just isn’t going to capture his attention, he folds back the corner of the page and puts it down on the little table beside his lounge to watch his wife. If he’s honest, it’s one of his favourite activities. Rebecca’s endlessly beautiful, and he swears that even when she’s doing something as mundane as answering emails, she’s always doing something cute, like fidgeting with her rings or pulling faces at her laptop. Right now, she’s doing impressive tumble turns at the end of each lap of the pool, and he admires her toned arms cutting through the water.
Given the way they met with her cursing the canal, he didn’t expect it, but she’s a better swimmer than him. The first time they went away for a family holiday on her yacht in Positano, she spent most of her time diving from the deck into the crystal clear Mediterranean Sea with Jelka and trying to teach him how to enter the water without splashing. Rebecca picked up on Jelka’s habit of calling him a polar bear for the way he tends to belly flop into water when he dives in, and he always jokes that he went into the air force and not the navy for that reason.
Rebecca finishes swimming and steps out of the pool like she’s in a scene from a movie. Water sluices down her tanned skin, her white bikini barely covering her gorgeous body. She runs her hands through her hair and tilts her head back towards the sun. He feels the stirrings of arousal in his groin, and doesn’t bother pretending that he’s not watching her.
In his opinion, she’s the most beautiful woman on the planet, and with her blonde hair bleached even lighter from a week in the sun, he’s convinced she’s either an Amazon or a mermaid in disguise. As she walks over to their pool lounges, he takes in her gorgeous curves and long, sexy legs. Her tanned skin glows in the sunlight and she looks so fucking gorgeous. His cock is half hard by the time she sits back down on her lounge next to him.
She says something, but his mind is elsewhere, thinking of pulling her tiny bikini down and sliding into her right there on the pool lounges. The only reason they haven’t had sex out here is because of the risk of paparazzi. Matthijs has seen the nude photos of her on her yacht and they’re permanently etched into his brain. Rebecca can laugh about the photos now (and proudly show him them) but the magnitude of the impact of that violation of privacy isn’t lost on him. They haven’t been spotted on this trip so far, but Rebecca doesn’t want to take any chances. However, that isn’t stopping her from tempting him at every opportunity she gets.
He has no doubt about it that he’s married to a tease by the way she stretches out beside him and looks at him through her lashes. Yesterday, she had the audacity of going out to dinner without any underwear on and dragging him into the restaurant bathrooms to show him. That quickie against the large tinted windows looking down over the Italian countryside is still burning in his thoughts, and only adds to his arousal as he looks over at her dripping wet body beside him. Her nipples are hard peaks in her white bikini, and he wants to lick the water droplets off her collarbones.
“Darling?” she says, touching him on the bicep with her slim, wicked fingers.
“Huh?” he says after a moment.
“I was saying should we try that restaurant on the cliffs for dinner tonight?” she says, turning on her side towards him and running a finger down his chest.
“Good idea,” he manages, following the line of her arm down towards her magnificent breasts.
“‘Thijs?”
“Huh?” He realises he’s zoned out again.
“Should I make a reservation for 8pm?”
“Yeah, that’s good.”
“Are you okay?” she asks, a smile twitching on her lips and he knows she’s completely aware of what she’s doing.
He grunts. “What do you think?”
She grins, leaning towards him and nearly kissing him. “I think we should go inside so I can have my way with you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, feeling his cock grow completely hard in his swimming trunks, muttering a Dutch sentence she’s all too familiar with. “Jij wordt mijn einde nog.”
You’ll be the end of me.
Rebecca pecks his lips and then shimmies away. “I know.”
He follows her back to the villa, watching her gorgeous ass jiggle in front of him as she climbs the stone steps. They’re staying in an incredible luxury house with gorgeous views over the countryside, but it pales in comparison to the sight of her. Under the stone arch entrance to the lounge, she turns to face him and gives him a seductive look.
“Lose the shorts,” she says, walking backwards towards the couch and untying her own bikini strings.
“Ja,” is all he can manage in response, watching slack-jawed as she removes her bikini.
Her naked body leaves him stunned every time. On holiday, her figure is fuller, and the contrast between tanned and pale skin under her bikini grows with each day; the difference is insanely sexy to him. With her tan lines, her ample breasts seem even fuller and more luscious, and the triangle of pale skin framing her vagina is endlessly tempting. A handful of freckles have appeared on her nose and cheeks, as well as on her cleavage, and he’s spent countless hours trying to kiss them all.
Rebecca makes a gesture towards his crotch and he finally remembers to remove his swimming trunks like she commanded, and then gives his bare cock a few relieving strokes. He takes a step closer to her, moving as if drawn in by a magnetic pull.
Naked and still wet, she pushes him down onto the couch and straddles him, her hands wasting no time finding his cock. She grasps him in both hands, sending pleasure shooting from his groin through his body. He moans, unable to form words for a moment as he takes in the sight of her. She’s a goddess above him. Sexy, powerful, and wicked; able to get him to do whatever she wants.
“Kiss me,” she requests.
He does as she asks, tangling his hands in her wet hair and pulling her mouth to his for a heady kiss. She tastes like strawberries from breakfast, and salt from the pool. Her tongue is firm and hot as she circles it with his own. Her gentle hands stroke his cock, her engagement and wedding rings a thrilling cool and smooth sensation as they glide up and down his length.
He reaches between them with his right hand, needing to touch her in return. His fingertips have slid over her navel and down the curve of her belly to find her soft pubic hairs when she breaks their kiss.
“Not yet, mister,” she says in a cheeky tone.
“OK.” He stops, recognising the glint in her eyes that means she wants to boss him around some more. He rests both hands on her hips, his thumbs brushing her hip bones as he awaits her next instruction.
It doesn’t arrive. Instead, she kisses him once more, softly, and positions herself over him. His breath hitches as he feels her wet folds cover the tip of his cock, and a moment later she sinks down onto him. She takes his entire length inside her and he moans from the sensation, leaning back into the couch cushions and digging his fingers into her hips.
“Oh, mmm.” Rebecca gasps as he fills her.
Her cunt feels incredible around him, all wet and tight and hot, and he’ll never be able to find the adequate words for what she does to him.
“Rebecca, you feel so—” She squeezes her muscles around his cock and he moans again. “Fuck.”
“I feel so fuck?” she murmurs, her lips twitching.
“You know,” he says in a rush, grasping for words and coming up short. She gives his cock another firm squeeze with her cunt and he groans. “Fuck.”
Rebecca giggles, and Matthijs closes his eyes, breathing deep to control himself from getting too close already. He feels her hands on his shoulders and her soft breasts brush against his chest as she starts slowly riding him. She clenches her cunt around him each time she sinks down deep, and it’s like she’s fucking his entire body, not just his cock.
Pleasure is rapidly building up inside him and he moans louder than before, tilting his head back over the back of the couch. She giggles again, and he opens his eyes to see her moving on top of him. She’s looking at him wickedly while toying with her rosy nipples.
He definitely married a tease.
“You alright, baby?” she asks.
“You like torturing me,” he says, finally finding his words and grabbing her ass firmly.
“I do,” she says. “Just like I know you like watching me.”
“Mmm,” he grunts, holding onto her thick ass and thrusting up hard inside her in retaliation for her teasing.
“Uh-uh, stay still,” she says, removing his hands from her and pinning them above his head over the back of the couch. “Just watch… Let me fuck you.”
“I’ll try,” he says.
“Don’t make me tie you up.”
She bites her lip, looking a little embarrassed at her own words, and he presses a kiss to her collarbone to reassure her. He loves it when her desires overtake her prim and proper upbringing. It turns out she has a bit of a dominant streak, and he’s more than willing to submit to her. He’s determined to make sure she’s always able to be completely herself with him. Together, they’ve been exploring different activities in bed together, and the trust they have in each other is like no other relationship he’s ever had. A blush spreads over Rebecca’s cheeks from her boldness, but she has enjoyment written all over her face.
“Fuck, schat, honey,” he groans, leaning back again and watching her like she wants. “Okay. Anything.”
Rebecca gives him a beautiful smile and kisses him before sitting up again. She releases his wrists and returns to pinching her nipples between her finger and thumb, her breasts bouncing as she rides him. It’s taking all his control to keep himself from coming. She drives him wild.
There’s a freckle on the top of her left breast, right above her bikini line which keeps grabbing his attention. It’s so perfectly placed on her skin, in Matthijs’ opinion, it’s more evidence that she’s a goddess.
He reaches for it without thinking, and she slaps his hand away.
“Naughty,” she says.
He groans, desperate to touch her. It’s harder than he thought, being with her but not being allowed to touch her. It’s unlike their past video calls where a literal sea was between them. With her in front of him, around him, he wants to put his hands all over her, to pleasure her.
“I will tie you up,” she warns him, blushing furiously.
“Will you?” he touches her breast again, a thrill of hope running through him.
“I will,” she says, taking his hand and once again pinning it over his head.
The thought of it rushes through him and he feels seconds away from orgasm.
“What with?”
“Um… my silk scarf,” she says, her hands trembling as she holds his arms over his head and he sees how close she also is. “My Hermès one. So you’ll be in fucking trouble if you ruin it.”
“How would I ruin it?” he asks.
Rebecca gasps, falling hard on his cock at his question. “Mmm…” She presses more firmly on his wrists, and he groans as she holds him down. “If you tear it…” The sight and feel of her has him barely hanging on, and she seems just as affected. “Or stretch it out of shape… Or stain it… Or…” Her movements turn frenzied and he can’t help thrusting up inside her to push them over the edge together. “Fuck.”
When her walls contract around him with her orgasm, he follows, joining in her moans of pleasure. He comes inside her in sharp, thick bursts, and he feels like he’s seeing stars. She falls against him, lax and quivering. Her lips brush his cheek as she moans, and her grip on his wrists goes slack as her orgasm courses through her body.
After, they sit in satisfied silence, their foreheads pressed together, breathing heavily as they recover.
“Fucking hell, Thijs,” Rebecca says eventually.
“That was”—he pauses to take a deep breath—“all you.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” she muses, sitting upright and seemingly coming back down to Earth, running her hands along his arms which are still stretched up above his head. “Was that okay, baby?”
“Oh, yes. Incredible.” He grins, tilting his head to admire her. “But I thought you were going to tie me up.”
“You really want me to?” she asks, searching his face.
He nods. “I do. And I know you want to. Right?”
She holds his gaze, and he sees the thoughts running through her mind as she considers the scenario that just made her orgasm.
“Yes,” she admits.
“Good,” he says, leaning forward to kiss her.
She returns his kiss and then leans back, pressing an index finger to his lips. “I have to pee. Don’t move.”
She slides off of his now softening cock, and he sinks back into the couch, completely sated. He watches her stand up and he groans at the sight of his cum dripping down her inner thigh. It makes his cock twitch again, and he hopes once he’s able to get hard again, that she’ll let him fuck her another time. He really could worship her all day.
Rebecca gives him a knowing look. “Dirty boy.”
Matthijs grins. “Guilty.”
She laughs and walks away towards the master bedroom. He sighs in contentment, flexing his fingers above his head and stretching out a bit. He wonders what she’ll make him do once he’s tied up. He loves it when she gets dominant like this, but so far they haven’t progressed to her actually restraining him and he’s excited at the prospect.
The last time they were both in the mood for playing, they were at home and she blindfolded him and made him service her with just his tongue. That was about a month ago, and he’s been thinking about it ever since. He has a fantasy involving her in heels, one of her work suits, and a whip, and he hopes they can build up to it, but he’s also more than satisfied with their sex life as it is. He would happily have sex with her in missionary for the rest of his life if it was all she wanted.
When Rebecca returns with his navy necktie in her hands, he laughs.
“Couldn’t find your scarf?”
“I decided I didn’t want to ruin it,” she explains.
“So you chose the only tie I packed for this vacation?” He’s not really bothered, but it’s fun to tease her.
Rebecca stops before him and puts a hand on her hip. “Shut up and lie down.”
She’s so fucking hot when she tells him what to do. He happily does as instructed, stretching out along the length of the couch. She studies him, lying supine and waiting for her next instruction.
“Arms up.”
She ties his hands together above his head in a precise knot, and he feels proud when he realises it’s a knot he once showed her for the purpose of securing lines on her yacht. He tests them, finding the silk tie firmly binds his wrists. His heart thuds in his chest from the thrill of her restraining him and having all control.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“It is.”
“You’ll tell me if it’s not? Or if it’s uncomfortable…”
“Yes, liefje,” he nods, staring up at her with affection for her concern. “Like I’ve said before, you can do what you want to me, or ask me to do it to you, I’ll give it to you.”
Rebecca exhales, her eyes wide with nerves. “Fuck. You know I’ve never…”
“I know. Me neither. Why don’t you give me an order?”
“Okay, umm. Stop talking.”
She swings a leg over him on the couch to straddle his face. The sight is exquisite. He presses an open mouthed kiss to her vulva as it comes within reach.
“Uh-uh,” she tsks. “Not yet. You can only touch me when I say so, Matthijs.”
She says his name like he’s a schoolboy getting in trouble, and it’s one of the sexiest things he’s ever heard.
“Yes, mistress,” he replies a little cheekily, pushing to see what she thinks about that nickname.
She flushes above him. “Good boy.”
He grins. Her hands find his scalp and she runs a manicured nail over the top of his shaved head. It sends a shiver down his spine. Above him, her cunt is neatly cleaned up, not a hint of their prior activities. He’s dying to stick his tongue between her folds, to suck on her clit until she’s screaming above him.
“Like what you see?” she says.
“Yes,” he says, looking up from between her legs to her beautiful face. “I really, really do.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me.”
He swallows, looking down at her gorgeous vulva. “I want—”
“Look at me.” He snaps his gaze back up to her face. She raises an eyebrow at him and sits back on her haunches, resting some of her weight on his upper chest. “Now tell me, Matthijs. What do you want to do to me?”
“I want to kiss your softness between your legs and taste you,” he says, his voice gravely as he imagines it. “I want to suck on your clit and feel you tremble above me…” He feels her thighs tremble and he continues. “I want to shove my tongue inside you and thrust inside until you scream.”
She breathes deeply above him, her breasts heaving. Liquid drips down onto his chest and he grins slowly, knowing he’s successfully turned her on again. He loves getting her filthy wet, loves being able to affect her that much. He inhales, enjoying the strong scent of her arousal, and looks down at her pussy again.
“I said look at me!” Rebecca says, grabbing his chin until he looks up.
“I was looking at you,” he replies cheekily.
She shakes her head, hiding a smile. “Don’t make me punish you.”
“How would you punish me, mistress?”
“I… haven’t thought about that yet…” she trails off. “Fuck.”
She’s so damn cute when she swears, it makes him chuckle fondly. His hands strain against his tie, wanting so badly to touch her.
“No moving,” she says, then reaches to check his wrists are still firmly bound.
“You can always punish me later,” he suggests.
“Mmm,” she considers it, running her thumb over his lips. He risks a gentle bite to the tip of her thumb and, for that, receives a light slap to the cheek.
“Matthijs!” she snaps, her lips twitching in amusement.
“Yes, darl— Mistress?”
“You know you’re not supposed to do anything unless I tell you to.”
He grins. “I know.”
“So”—She runs a manicured fingernail across the base of his neck—“Why don’t you behave?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re irresistible.”
Rebecca softens above him and then gives him a poke in the shoulder. “Ugh, you make it hard to stay focused.”
Matthijs chuckles, biting back a smile as she breaks her role. “Sorry, liefje.” My love.
“Seriously, liefje,” she retorts. “Shut up.”
“Well, shut me up then,” he challenges.
She huffs at his impertinence as a submissive. “Once I figure out how to punish you…”
He laughs again and she gives him a scowl before finally sitting on his face. He hums happily as her vagina makes contact with his mouth. She’s already so wet. She tastes deliciously tangy as he licks her, pushing his tongue between her soft folds. He finds the familiar shape of her clit beneath his tongue and flicks it in the manner that drives her crazy.
“Ohh, fuck,” she gasps.
Her noises are a happy sound to his ears.
“Mmm.” He moans against her.
“I thought I told you to shut up,” she says, but her tone is amused.
He meets her gaze and she smiles down at him. Neither of them is particularly good at this dominant and submissive business, but he loves their version of it. Her smile turns to a moan as he pushes his tongue inside her as deep as it can go. She tilts her head back and her breasts bounce as she rocks against him. He strains against his tie again, then suddenly remembers he can still bend at the elbows. He does, and just manages to reach up to squeeze her breasts even with his bound wrists.
“Matthijs!”
He chuckles against her cunt, and gives her nipples a pinch.
“Next time,” she sighs in pleasure. “I’m tying you to the bed.”
He pulls his mouth away from her to reply cheekily, “But then I can’t go down on you the way you like it.”
Rebecca raises an eyebrow at him. “Who said anything about you going down on me?”
It takes him a moment to register what she means and he groans when understanding hits. She grins, then takes his hands off her breasts. She pushes his arms back down on the couch, leaning over him to hold him down.
“Mouth only, mister,” she commands.
The nails of her other hand dig into his scalp as she resumes rocking against his tongue, taking her pleasure from him. He closes his eyes, enjoying the taste and feel of her cunt as she rides him. It’s ridiculously sexy to have her using his body like this, fucking his mouth like he’s one of her sex toys.
He sucks on her clit, loving the sound of her gasps and moans. She sounds like she’s approaching orgasm, and though he wishes he could watch her come, hearing it is always sexy enough. Her breath is coming fast and shallow, and her nails dig into his scalp.
“Fuck, ‘Thijs.” She gasps. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She forgets about holding his arms down, and grabs hold of his head with both hands, bucking against him and clamping her thighs around his head. A moment later and she’s moaning and shuddering as her orgasm rushes through her. He feels a flood of wetness as she comes, her body shaking above him. He licks her a few more times, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible.
Once finished, she wriggles her way down his body and collapses on top of him, still quivering. She loves to cuddle after coming, and he loves the feeling of the little tremors through her whole body after a particularly strong orgasm.
“Fuck me,” she comments while snuggling against his chest.
He chuckles and licks his lips, tasting her arousal on his skin.
“You’re welcome,” he says.
Rebecca laughs, lifting her head up to give him a look. She wipes the corners of his mouth with her thumb. “Someone’s very cheeky today.”
Matthijs shrugs and gestures with his bound hands. “I guess being submissive makes me want to act up.”
“Oh, was that not—”
“Oh, no, baby, that was fucking…” He grins, searching for the appropriate English word. “Mindblowing.”
She exhales and a grin spreads across her face. “Good. Me too.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Shut up,” she says, dropping her head back to his shoulder. “I have to wonder, did you talk back that much in the military?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Definitely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because punishment meant hours of push-ups or worse”—Rebecca makes a thoughtful noise—“but don’t get any ideas.”
“I don’t know, watching you do push ups is sexy,” she says lightly, running a hand over his pecs.
“Will you untie me, honey?” He asks, wanting to touch her in return.
“Mmm, I kind of like you like this,” she teases, but quickly pulls the knot apart anyway.
“Yes, but I want to cuddle you,” he says.
Rebecca sighs happily as he wraps his arms around her. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”