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Dolore Dolce

Date: 3/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: , Source: LushStories

emotionally exhausted her. I woke up early the next morning and cancelled all my appointments for the day. I showered and went back to my bedroom to check on Rebecca. She was still fast asleep. I removed the towel that was wrapped around my waist and dried my hair with it. Rebecca stretched and slowly came out of her slumber. She looked over at me and smiled. “Good morning, Gil,” she softly said with a sleep filled voice and half open eyes. “Good morning, sleepy head,” I chuckled. The smile on her face turned to a wide eyed stare when she realized that I was naked. She sat up and pulled the bed sheet up to her chin, making sure her entire body was covered from sight. “Oh! Good naked! I mean, you’re naked!” she shrieked and turned her head away from me. I laughed and covered myself with the towel. “Is this better, Rebecca?” I chuckled. She turned her head and took a quick peek, “Yes, thank you.” “Are you hungry?” She nodded and fought the urge to let her eyes roam over my bare, chiseled torso. “If you turn around, I can get dressed and leave you to shower. I have put a t-shirt and track pants in the bathroom for you. There are plenty of towels. Take your time, call out when you’re almost done and I’ll make you a coffee.” She nodded and turned her back to me. I put on a pair of track pants and told her it was safe to turn around. I walked to the bed and picked up my t-shirt. “Wait, what are you doing?” Rebecca asked. “I’m getting dressed, at your request,” I replied. “Slowly, ... please?” she snickered and blushed. I leaned towards her, kissed her forehead and grinned, “As slow as you want me to.” “Fifty-five, huh?” She smiled at me. “Yes, fifty-five. I have been to the gym once or twice,” I winked at her. “I like fifty-five, a lot,” she winked back. I laughed as I put on my t-shirt and made my way to the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on. Twenty minutes later, Rebecca called out that she was almost done. She came to the kitchen wearing only a gray hoodie, zipped all the way up to her neck. She had rolled up the sleeves well past her elbows. It looked like she was wearing a tent, rather than an article of clothing. “I hope you don’t mind me wearing your hoodie, I was tripping over the track pants,” she smiled and walked over to the sink to stand next to me. “I don’t mind at all. Please, make yourself at home,” I said as I handed her a cup of coffee. "Thank you. Aren't you working today, Gil?" "I rescheduled two conference calls, nothing urgent. Do you have anyone to call?" "No, but I probably have a million texts, asking how last night went," she replied with half a smile. "Are you feeling any better?" I asked her. "Somewhat. I slept well and feel energized. I feel as if an incredible amount of weight has been lifted off me." "That's good, that means that a lot of stress has left your body," I smiled. "Anything special you would like for breakfast, Rebecca?" "Hmmm, yes. Scrambled eggs, pancakes, French toast, fresh fruit, low fat yogurt and a hug," she ...