Okay guys, here is the next chapter. Not sure if anybody's bothering to read it but I'm having fun writing it. :) This chapter lives up to it's M rating although I don't think it's too bad. But I shall still bolden the sexual part so that if you don't want to read it, you don't have to. :)
Once my glass was emptied, I stood up from the sofa, making my way past Rob. His hand reached for mine, brushing against my fingers. "Hey, what's wrong?" I smiled, gripping his fingers before I moved away. "Nothing, just gonna go and get comfortable."
He nodded; preparing to fill up our glasses as I crept over to the staircase at the side of the living room. I rounded the spiral staircase and turned my head as he shoved a hand through the top of his hair. I headed for our bedroom and glanced through the wardrobe to find what I was searching for.
I fumbled with the thin straps before folding my hair over one shoulder and heading to the tall mirror in the bedroom. I didn't have much for lingerie wear but I thought this ivory piece was pretty when I first laid eyes on it. The top half of the dress was lace, shaped like a bra. Around the middle laced a silk bow and the skirt was pleated, coming to a stop at my thigh. I flattened my hair before heading back to the staircase and making my way back downstairs.
He was still sat on the sofa, his head bowed and my stomach flipped as I descended the last step and made my way back across. I fiddled with my hands as I approached on tip-toes. "You've been gone ages, you feeling okay-"
He stopped short as he turned, his mouth remaining open. I smiled as his eyes trailed along the curves of my dress and sweeping across my legs before they gradually made their way back up, his eyes darkening. I shivered, fingering the silk as I crept around the sofa, enjoying the way his eyes followed my every movement.
"So now that I'm wearing something comfortable," I began, swallowing back a lump. "I was wondering if you wanted to maybe head to the bedroom to end the evening?" I perched myself on his lap as gracefully as possible, wrapping my arms around his neck and appreciating him shiver beneath my fingertips. I glance beneath my eyelashes and my heart sped at the look I caught in his eyes.
He reached out, stopping barely a centimeter from my skin and I froze before his fingers found the curve of my neck. I breathed out a long sigh as he trailed a loose pattern down to the edge of my breasts. "You're so beautiful," he rasped as he bent his head forwards and replaced his fingers with his lips, burning my skin alive. I shivered, pressing my body closer.
"I don't deserve you." He whispered against my skin. My forehead creased and I opened my lips as his mouth left my skin but before I could say anything, his hands wound themselves into my hair, drawing it out of its structure as he pulled me into an urgent kiss, crushing his body against mine, feeling the racing beat of his heart. My fingers wove into his hair as his fingers caressed my strands. Our mouths continued to collide and a murmur of disapproval escaped me as his mouth released its hold and trailed down my throat. His hands travelled, echoing his lips before they lingered above my camisole. Within seconds, hands moved over the lace bra, his fingers lingering over each nipple and earning a cry of approval. As his fingers followed the curves of my dress, my stomach tightened, warmth spreading through me. Once he reached the edge of my dress, he hauled it up enough to reach my thighs. My legs trembled as he bent each leg around his waist and securely lifted me from the sofa. I pressed myself to him, feeling his desire through jeans and I moaned, my legs automatically tightening around him before my mouth found his for another lingering kiss.
We tumbled forwards on the stairs, his hands catching me as we fell. His fingers slipped beneath the material and pulled upwards. I reached my arms out to help and the material was flung over his shoulder before his mouth was on mine again, tongue probing. I opened my mouth and sighed before biting down softly on his lip and being rewarded with a throaty groan as his hands wound themselves back around my thighs and pulled me back to his body. I moaned into his neck at the feeling of him straining against just my panties as he raced the rest of the way up and aimed straight for our bedroom.
He released me as we fell to the bed, untangling from me as I caught my breath. His eyes traced over my breasts and lower, an urgent look in his eyes. I trembled, heat spreading across my cheeks and warmth flooding my body. I self-consciously reached for him but he pulled back, a smirk on his face as I groaned. "I'm just memorizing this moment. You, flushed, aching for my touch…you've never looked so beautiful." He whispered adoringly, his eyes burning into mine. I shivered, heat burning my cheeks again.
Finally he crawled back, his eyes locked on mine as he bent forwards to trail kisses up each leg, making me gasp aloud from the sensations he caused. He covered each bit of flesh, trailing up my thighs and I froze, before his fingers massaged me against my panties. I groaned, thrusting forwards to each long, hard stroke before I was pulling at his fingers, begging him.
"Please," I whispered; my eyelids heavy. His forehead furrowed. "Please, what?" he asked. "Did you want something?" I groaned again, narrowing my eyes as I caught sight of his smirk. He played along as I dragged his fingers back to the edge of my panties, tugging at the string. He slipped them off, throwing them to the side before his fingers swept across my thighs. My legs parted as he trailed over the inside, my breath catching as he traced me over and over. His fingers settled and he slid one finger inside, a moan slipping past my lips. My body thrust on its own accord, desperately meeting every movement of his finger as he slipped a second finger in, his thumb stroking me as he did. My hands wove themselves into the duvet cover as his hand moved faster, my whole body thrusting as my muscles tightened. I cried out as sensations sprung through me, burning me with their memory and leaving me gasping. It had been too long.
A smirk lifted his mouth again as he lowered his head. I sat up just as his mouth connected with me, only for my muscles to give way as a cry fell from my lips. I fisted his hair as he swept his tongue forwards, my body delirious with sensations. He experimentally sucked on a spot and I cried out again, that same sensation making my body writher with pleasure.
He licked his lips as he lifted himself, desire and pride swirling within his eyes. I shivered, trembling still. His mouth touched mine and I moaned at his taste and mine mingling on his lips.
Cloth brushed against me and my hand brushed a trail to his chest, feeling him tremble through his shirt. I delved for the buttons, moving towards each one. My fingers brushed against his muscular planes, creating shivers along my way until my hands found his shoulders, sliding the material free from his arms. He finished removing it, throwing it across the room before he lifted himself up.
I watched as he popped open the button on his jeans and undid the zipper, his eyes remaining on mine as he stepped off the bed and removed them slowly. As he stood, I drank the whole of him in. From his strong arms to his hefty shoulders and down to the rippling tones of his body before my eyes trailed over where the curve of his hips met in the middle. I swallowed at the evident curve through his boxers, my breath catching as he trailed them down his legs. My eyes followed his sturdy legs before moving back up and settling on him. I felt my cheeks become hot as I gauged the whole of him. He was glorious and somehow he was mine.
I was still processing that thought as he crawled back, eyes gleaming as he glanced over me before a smile touched his lips. He pressed a hand to him and I lay back, spreading my legs further as he nestled close to me. He glanced up, his eyes sweet with adoration and my hand brushed against his cheek before they curled around his strands of hair as though they were made from fine porcelain.
"I love you," he whispered before our bodies entwined in a passionate dance, both of us losing ourselves within each other once again. Fingers tangled, breaths mingled, cries interwove as we climbed, souring above the skies once more and clinging to one another after reaching that sweet release. Both of us breathless, I laid my head against his chest and felt his wild heartbeat, sighing as I languidly stroked a pattern against his arm. His fingers delved into my hair, his lips pressing to the top of my head. I hid a smile, succumbing to sleep.