I woke up in our bed feeling slightly dazed as I tried to remember the night before. I pulled my head up and groaned as my sore, drunk head. God, I had a massive hangover, and the worst thing was, despite my sore head, I still felt pissed.
I tried to remember what happened last night after Taylor made his big entry into the party, because I had forgotten…
''I told you I didn't forget your present!'' I told her, sighing in annoyance. She drank back her double vodka shot, and shrugged.
''Where is it then?'' She asked me drunkenly, slurring her words, while her eyes went wild as she looked around the room for any sign of my present.
I grinned, and watched as Rob pulled Taylor into the room, with Taylor grinning. He had on a nice black shirt, blue jeans, and converses, and I watched Alice drink in Taylor. She watched him with wide eyes, as though she couldn't believe that he was there.
And then as the shock sank in, she finally came alive, and gasped. She then screamed, almost deafening poor Rachael besides her, and actually threw herself at Taylor, making us all laugh. Luckily Taylor thought it was funny too.
He laughed with us, and helped her up, after she practically fell at his feet. He chuckled in embarrassment, and smiled at her, making her grin.
''Wow; I've heard of pretty Girls falling at people's feet, but it had never happened to me before…until now.'' He admitted, giving her a compliment. And I watched as her eyes went wide again.
She fainted onto the floor in response, making us all laugh. I ran over with Rob, trying to help her up. She groaned in response, and we helped her up properly, so that she was standing up again.
She laughed, but quickly shut up when she saw Taylor. He just laughed at her blushing at him in response. ''Do you want a dance?'' He asked her.
She snickered in response, making me shocked. ''Hell yeah!'' She shouted, making me and Rob laugh. She pulled Taylor to the little dance-floor-that we had made for everyone-eagerly, and dance started to dance.
Rob pulled me into his arms then, and kissed me. It was a longing kiss, a needing one, and it told me exactly what he wanted, what we would be doing tonight. He pulled away and smirked at me then.
''I can't wait to get you to go home.'' He explained to me, making me shudder in response. Neither could I now.
''God Rob…neither can I, now.'' I spelled it out for him, gulping in response, as he bent his head down and gently kissed my neck. I moaned in response, unable to help myself, making him chuckle.
''Shh Charlie…we'll soon have you home.'' He told me, winking at me playfully. I would have giggled normally, but I wanted him, needed him.
''No Rob…need to go home…now.'' I warned him, pouting at him. He chuckled, and kissed the top of my forehead.
''Oh my impatient, beautiful, no stunning, perfect girlfriend.'' He sighed, making me huff in response.
''Huh, perfect-''
''-Shh,'' he warned me, before his lips found mine again. I moaned again at how urgent they were, above mine, and he pulled back in shock. ''Shh,'' he warned me again. ''When we get home, you can make all them sounds that you want…in fact please do.'' He added, making me grin.
''And trust me, as soon as we get home, we'll be going up the stairs, and I'll be taking you as quickly as possible…whether we reach the bedroom in time or not. '' He whispered seductively, making me shudder.
''Oh god…Rob…can't wait any longer-'' His lips crashed into mine then, interrupting me straight away, and I moaned into his mouth again, because I just couldn't stop myself. He tasted so sweet; like cigarettes, alcohol, and mints all mixed in together.
He pulled away then, and pulled me away from the dance-floor, as everyone watched us shocked. Rachael shook her head at the sight of running from the room and I giggled helplessly into my hands.
We got to the bathroom, and he grinned at me sheepishly as he locked the door. ''Neither can I.'' He explained, before his lips crashed into mine hard, and he picked me up into his arms, and pushed me against the wall, where we carried on from there…
I giggled helplessly as I remembered just how many times we made love last night…once in the Aston's bathroom and god knows how many times in our bedroom. Who would have even thought it, I mean I would never have acted the way I did last night, if it was anyone different.
But it wasn't; it was Rob, and my very own sex-god and I couldn't help it if I couldn't control myself. I had been waiting more than three years for him to come around, and now that he was here, I wouldn't let him go.
''What are you laughing at?'' I looked over at poor Rob, who looked as though he had been woken up by me. His head darted up from the quilts, and he groaned in pain, bless him. His eyes were squinting, just to see me, bless him.
''Aww, I'm so sorry for waking you up babe.'' I sighed guiltily, and I leaned my head down and kissed his forehead gently. He sighed contently as soon as my lips met his forehead. He tangled his hands into my hair gently.
''It's alright love, I need to wake up anyway, It's eleven already.'' He explained, making me shocked. It was eleven already, which was late for me to be getting up. I usually woke up at around nine, but after last night's…activities in our bedroom, we went to sleep at about three.
''God…I guess we should be getting up then.'' I agreed with him sadly, making him chuckle. ''There's always the shower together.'' He suggested sweetly, making me shiver in delight. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up with me then.
''Let's go,'' I agreed, pulling him to the bathroom eagerly, making him grin.
When we were out of the shower, we got to the bedroom to get dressed. I pulled on a simple purple top, jeans, and flat, purple shoes to match my top. I felt like going casual today, as we would probably be staying in as usual.
The risk about getting noticed, and ultimately raising suspicions carried far too many risks, than if we just went out, hand-in-hand together, without getting recognized. It was the cost of his fame, and I felt bad that he couldn't have a normal life.
Rob was wearing a white vest, fitted grey jumper, and a brown coat that looked cool on him. He wore black jeans, and black, Nike trainers. He totally rocked the casual look, and it just made him look even more beautiful.
His hair was its normal wide-style, though today, he wasn't wearing his black beanie hat like how he normally did. His hair seemed a little tamer compared to what it usually was though, with it looking a little more Edward-style.
His hair was spiked-up, like how it was in twilight, and there was bits spiked up here, there and everywhere, and yet again, as we walked down to the kitchen to get breakfast; I was struggling to keep my eyes away.
''So has Rob told you?'' I looked round confused, to see Kellan in front of me, grinning at me cheekily. I stared at him confused, trying to understand what he meant. But I didn't, and it just made me more confused.
He rolled his eyes in response, still grinning at me. ''The new moon premier's on in two weeks. Has Rob invited you?'' he asked me again. I shook my head in response, though I knew Rob had good reason.
He knew that I hated this sort of attention, so that was probably why he hadn't invited me. I looked back to Rob, to see him smiling at me. ''Which brings me to my next question,'' Rob confessed; making me worried.
I wasn't sure that I could actually stand to go to the premiere; it would cause too much suspicion, being there, besides him. ''Will you come outside with me?'' Rob asked me; hope strong in his voice. I nodded my head to say yes.
I let him pull me outside with him, despite my fears and anxiety about the new moon premiere, and what exactly he was about to ask me. He pulled me gently to our smoking seat, and got out two cigarettes, handing me one.
I lit up, using my lighter, and as we smoked, Rob talked. Or more explained, and it started to make me a little more anxious…
''I was going to ask you, I swear…today actually…I was trying to find the right time, but as Kellan's already ruined it for me…'' he trailed off, before looking back to me, his eyes begging me for the answer I knew that he wanted….oh no.
''Charlie; will you go with me to the premiere?'' he asked me in that almost too-tempting begging voice of his. I sighed, and got ready to explain my fears to him; to tell him why I wasn't sure it was a very good idea.
''I want to, but…I don't know…I don't think it will be a good idea, Rob. They're already suspecting about us, and if we go together, I think that it will pretty much sum it up for them.'' I warned him, making him sigh in realization.
''I know all this Charlie, but I'm fed up of having to hide us from the public. They'll find out eventually anyway, so what does it matter?'' He asked me, begging me to give him a reason on why we shouldn't go public yet.
Of course, he had gotten me, and got me good. I didn't have a reason on why this wasn't a good time to go public, besides my lack of confidence, and the familiar embarrassment of being hated if this all went wrong.
''I'm just…'' I trailed off; searching for the right word to use. ''I'm just…scared.'' I admitted sheepishly; knowing that I sounded silly now; his hand entwined in mine though, giving me the comfort.
''What are you scared about love?'' He asked me confused. I found his eyes, and forced a smile, despite my terror.
''They'll hate me, I know they will-''
''-They couldn't hate you, if they tried!'' He interrupted me, huffing at my silliness. ''And not just because you're my Girlfriend; but because you're absolutely perfect; you're funny, adorable, beautiful, sweet, kind, and I love you.'' He confessed sweetly.
We put out our cigarettes then, and I knew that he was watching me as I stared at the floor. I wasn't sure whether I should look up though.
I looked up in time, and his hand instantly caught my chin, and brushed the bottom of it sweetly, making me half-smile. He grinned in response, before gently lowering his lips to my quivering ones-shaking from the nerves-kissing me sweetly.
He took my lower lip into his mouth, and gently sucked on the skin there, like how he used to, and he automatically took my mind off of my pain. I sighed happily, and leaned into his touch; pressing our bodies together.
Even through his jumper and jacket, I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and it incarnated a shudder of delight from me in response. I pressed myself further to him, sitting closer to him, and my jeans came into full impact with his struggle.
My pulse instantly quickened, and I kissed him more urgently, as I pushed my body onto his, causing friction between our clothing, and both of our struggles and making him groan in response. He pressed me down then, and started to climb hid body down, and onto me.
''God Charlie,'' he groaned again as he pulled away, as he panted for breathe. I chuckled breathlessly, and pulled his face back to mine, kissing him deeper and telling him what I wanted, as I entwined my legs around his waist…
''Uh-hum, bedroom please!'' Tasha called.
''Alright, we're going!'' Rob called back to her, with a heavy sigh. I caught sight of her raising her eyebrows at him as he picked me up into his arms, and practically ran to the back door, too eager, bless him.
''And you still owe me a tea towel-''
''-I'm getting you one today!'' Rob interrupted her hurriedly, as we entered the house. I pulled my arms tighter around his neck to hold on tighter, as his lips found mine again, urgent and hard against my own.
I heard Tasha sigh in response, as we ran into the house, and up the stairs, still kissing. I clawed at his shirt and jumper in a desperate attempt to get to him. He threw his jacket off as soon as we reached the bedroom, and threw it on the floor.
He moaned into my mouth as I released my hands from his neck and started to pull his shirt up his stomach. He gently set me aside on our bed, and stood up, pulling his shirt and jumper off fully, and throwing them on the floor too.
I licked my lips involuntarily as I took in his beautiful, naked chest. He was so beautiful, too beautiful in every, single way. He had been working out a bit lately-just a couple of hours a day-but god, he looked even better than what he normally did, and that was practically impossible, or so I had thought so.
He leaned over me, and pulled off my top eagerly, and I helped him pull it over my head. He grabbed it off of me, and threw it to the floor without looking. He pressed his body to mine then, and kissed me urgently.
I moaned into his mouth, and wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting my body against his own body. He moaned throatily in response, and thrust his own hips roughly into mine. I couldn't stop myself moaning louder as I felt him properly through his tight jeans.
He pushed me further onto the bed then, and climbed on top of my body eagerly. I gasped for breathe, because his kisses were so passionate, that they literally left me gasping for breath.
His hand reached forward, and stroked the skin just below my bellybutton, and just above my jeans. I moaned louder, and thrust my hips to meet his. His right hand slid into the front of my jeans perfectly then, making me gasp in shock. His fingers explored the fabric that was in the way of his fingers and that part.
''God Rob,'' I threw my head back in undeniable bliss as his fingers rubbed slowly on the fabric, making my reaction to him even hotter. I thrust my hips hard into his, feeling that same, hard reaction from him.
He kissed the middle of my neck, and allowed his fingers to start a rougher pace, as he rubbed harder on the cotton panties. My body took over what would normally be embarrassing for me, and there was no thinking about what I was doing right now.
I thrust my hips hard into his, feeling that same, hard reaction from him.
He kissed the middle of my neck, and allowed his fingers to start a rougher pace, as he rubbed harder on the cotton panties. My body took over what would normally be embarrassing for me, and there was no thinking about what I was doing right now.
He kissed my neck again, that same spot and I moaned as quietly as I could, even though it was really hard to keep it down.
''You need to try and keep it down.'' He warned me again, as my moans got more and more irrational again. He slid his hand out of my jeans then, making me whimper in response, and started to undo his jean zipper.
I watched, licking my lips in response, and making him chuckle. ''I want to make love to you.'' He told me, making me shudder in delight. I knew where this was going already anyway, but announced aloud, it made these feelings explode in anticipation.
He pulled his jeans onto the floor, and slowly started to undo my own jeans. My pulse instantly quickened in response to what was just about to happen between us. I couldn't stop myself thrusting against him, as his hands pulled my jeans down.
He growled in response, and I shuddered in response at how animalistic he sounded. ''I'm trying to undress you….now stop moving!'' He shouted, making me shudder again. ''Please,'' he added quietly, making me smile.
I whimpered in response; giving him my answer, by nodding my head once. '''Good girl,' he replied happily, in that amazing, rough voice of his, which only made me shiver again.
He slowly pulled my jeans away from my legs, leaving butterfly kisses down from my thighs and all the way down my legs, as he did. He stopped and helped me out of my jeans completely and throwing them on the floor, so that we were both naked now.
I watched him in awe as he addressed me in my underwear, and he groaned in response; shuddering above me. ''You're so beautiful.'' He murmured huskily, before his lips came back down and he placed a chaste kiss just below my belly button.
I groaned and thrust against him, before I could actually stop myself. I froze-thinking that now I had moved again, he might just stop-but he carried on kissing his way up from my stomach, just below my bra.
I moaned uncontrollably, and threw my head back, feeling confident as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, and pulling him to me. He groaned in response; letting his hips thrust against mine eagerly.
''I can't wait any longer,'' he admitted quietly, before he started to take the remaining barriers in the way, off. He placed himself just out my entrance, before slowly pulling in.
We made love slowly, in no rush to being anywhere, because we didn't need to. It was perfect, and I felt too lucky about what I already had. And I loved him, so much so, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to let go…not yet, not ever.
***
We went downstairs then, getting funny looks from everyone, but I just blushed, and kept my head down. As soon as we sat down on the sofa, the subject went to the new moon premiere, with all of them discussing it.
''We'll have to go out shopping tomorrow and get dresses for the premiere.'' Rachael suggested excitedly, as she drank some of the double vodka shot that she had poured into her coca cola glass. Tasha agreed; nodding with her.
''I think we should; Charlie will have to come with us too.'' Tasha grinned at me. I looked away quickly, feeling uncomfortable. I didn't want to go the premiere as selfish as that was, because I was just too scared.
''What's wrong Charlie?'' Tasha asked me confused. I shook my head, though Robert wasn't helping me. He pushed me forward a little, so that he could see my face properly; looking just as confused as Tasha.
''You know what the problem is Rob; I'm too scared.'' I admitted again, just like how I had this morning.
''I've already told you Charlie, there's nothing to worry about.'' He promised me; wrapping his hands gently around my face. But I didn't believe that, I wished I could, but I couldn't. It just felt as though I would be hated.
''But I keep thinking…what if they hate me. I can't stop thinking about it Rob, and I'm so scared. I've been worrying about it all morning.'' I admitted anxiously; my voice shaking in fear. He sighed, and pulled me easily into his arms.
He kissed the top of my forehead as I started to calm down again automatically. ''But it's you too…I'm risking you, and it's not fair on you.'' I added, because it was more than true. He sighed, and pulled me back; forcing me to watch him.
''I'll take whatever they throw at me as long as it means that I can be with you.'' He admitted, and as I looked into his deep, grey eyes, I knew that he meant every word. I forced a smile back, and turned round back round to look at everyone, still unsure about the premiere.
''You've got nothing to worry about Charlie; they're always talking about me, but hey, I don't care; I don't even read the bloody papers.'' Rachael admitted; shrugging, which made me laugh. Tasha rolled her eyes at her in response.
''Thanks Rach; now I feel so much better.'' I admitted sarcastically, in response to Rachael's 'helpful' comment. Tasha and Kirsty laughed in response, as Rachael just shrugged.
''You know what I mean.'' Rachael replied, sighing.
She went back to talking about going shopping today then, but I was feeling sick with worry at going. There was going to be crowds and crowds of people, and I just didn't think that the premiere was the best place to come out about us.
I went out to have a cigarette quickly; ignoring poor Rob's anxious gaze, and I sat on the outside bench, shaking in fear about what Rachael had said. If they were saying something bad about Rachael…then they were bound to say something bad about me.
Rob came outside just after I had had a cigarette and passed me the paper. ''Kellan was just telling me about it; you might want to look.'' He warned me; looking a little bit pissed off as he stared out to the garden.
I nodded, and pulled open the paper to see my picture, with Alice and Rob, walking into the shopping mall. Great, so as usual, that outing had been another brilliant idea. Yet again, they hadn't run out of things to claim about us.
Robert Pattinson was seen out with the ex of Michael Angarano yesterday; the Girl-said to be called Charlotte Higgins-kept her head down as they went shopping in the local shopping mall. The Girl in the middle is unknown, but is likely to be a friend of Charlotte's.
He was enjoying the LA sunshine, after having finished New Moon completely, and keeps us questioning on whether this Girl is just or a lot more than that. Witnesses claim to have seen them together, hand-in-hand, and just last night they were out partying, seen in the picture below, as they got a taxi back home together.
One thing we all want to know, if the rumors are true, is if she'll be accompanying him to the New Moon premiere.
I gulped in response, when I read the paper; allowing my fingers to run over the picture of us getting into the taxi together, laughing and joking, with me being an idiot and giving him that look again…damn it!
''Oh god…this is awful…I don't think…god, why did I have to go and make it so bloody obvious…god, this is not right…shit…damn it…god-''
His hands were on each side of my face, forcing me to look at him. I watched him torn, not sure on what I should say or do. This was my fault, and I wasn't so sure that me going to the premiere was such a good idea.
''Stop worrying,'' he warned me; his eyes searching mine, though I wasn't sure what for. I held my gaze with his though, even though I knew that mine held all the worry that I felt, with it.
His face came forward, and pressed his lips very softly to mine before I could complain. He kissed me softly, gently, not taking it too far, but taking both my upper lip and lower lip into his mouth, and sucking on the skin gently.
I sighed contently, and wrapped my fingers into the back of his hair; no doubt that this was the reaction he wanted; for me to forget my worries. And for now; it was working, but as soon as he would pull away, it would be back ton worrying again.
And as soon as he pulled away, I was right; it was back to worrying. He kept our foreheads locked together and sighed contently. ''I love you, and that's all that matters.'' He warned me, even though my panic was rising once more.
I just nodded, not telling him how I felt, because I didn't want him to worry too. My panic was irrational, and could wait until later. I didn't want him to feel as upset as how I felt right at this moment.
***
I pulled on my hello kitty nightwear, because I couldn't be bothered to put anything else on. I waited for Rob to come upstairs, as he was helping Tasha wash and wipe up, bless him. And I didn't doubt that he was telling her how much I was panicking.
When he got back upstairs, he had my hot chocolate in hand, making me smile. He smiled back, but I could tell by his eyes; that he was trying to work out my mood; if I was really happy, or just putting it on.
Of course, the second one was right as usual, but I wasn't going to be telling him that. I didn't want him to be upset too, because it just wasn't fair. He should be excited, and I thought that he should be going to the premiere on his own; he didn't need me dragging his mood down.
''I hope that you really are happy.'' He commented as he walked over to the bed. I nodded; keeping my eyes down, and onto our bed, as he climbed onto the bed, next to me, after putting my drink on my bedside table.
His hands captured my face again, and he studied my expression for a long time. I hoped I was a good enough liar to pull this one off, and make him believe that I was happy, even though I really wasn't. I wanted him to believe it.
Eventually, he sighed, and let go of my face. I stared at him confused, as he frowned at the bed, and I knew that I hadn't done a good job at all. He knew I was unhappy, and now I had made him unhappy. I was a selfish person.
''I'm sorry, really I am, I'm just nervous.'' I stated quickly, so that he could understand, or at least try to. He knew what the fans were like, and they were all after him, not me. They wouldn't like me, they just wouldn't.
He had to remember also that I was one of them Girls-obsessively in love with him-I knew exactly how I felt whenever I saw him pictures with a Girl or on another night out with Kristen Stewart. I was jealous.
I knew that sounded so stupid, but it was true nevertheless. And if I was jealous then it was likely that those millions of fan Girls are jealous. And if they're jealous…they'll be after me; that was for sure. Or at least, that's how I saw it anyway.
''What is there to be nervous about Charlie; I don't understand!'' Rob asked; frustrated now. He sighed, and pulled his head back up to look at me properly. I smiled, and prepared myself to tell him how I saw it.
''I was one of them Girls, Rob; it's embarrassing, but it's true. I know how they feel every time that I saw you in the paper with somebody else…a Girl, or whatever. Of course it was irrational, but that's just how it is; and I know that they'll hate me.''
He went quiet for ages, but I was too scared to look up and look at him yet. But finally, his hand pulled my chin up, and forced me to capture his soft expression. His eyes were playful, as he smiled at me sheepishly.
''You were jealous?'' he asked me playfully. I tipped my head to the side, and watched him closely. He was messing around, he was being playful, I could tell. But I could still feel the heat rushing to my cheeks in response, which made him chuckle.
''Stop it.'' I demanded; tipping my head back down in embarrassment, ands hiding my face with my hair, which was falling at the sides of my face. But he laughed harder, making my cheeks turn a brighter red.
''Stop it.'' I said again, a little clearer and less embarrassed. But he was still laughing at me, making my cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red, and finally my temper flared in response to his bad manners.
''I said stop it!'' I shouted at him angrily. I shocked him by jumping on him, and pressing him to the bed, which stopped his laughter automatically; good, because now I was furious at being laughed at by him.
He kept his eyes on mine, his face gravely serious, except for the mischievous glint in his eyes, which I managed to catch on to. He watched me closely for a long moment, probably to try and understand if I was joking or not.
In the end, he finally realized that I wasn't joking, and that I actually was pissed off with him. ''Oops,'' he muttered, making me nod my head in response. I had never felt this pissed off with Rob before, and the only reason I was no was because I found it embarrassing.
''Tell me,'' he begged playfully; running his fingers down my hello kitty top. I refused to shiver, even though I wanted to, because I was still so pissed. ''What do you find so embarrassing about it?'' He asked me curiously.
''How about the fact that I've fancied you for more than five years?'' I reminded him through gritted teeth. He grinned playfully at me, and I had a bad feeling about what was coming up next. He was taking this piss out of me; that much was for sure.
''I am one hell of a lucky man.'' He replied, sighing. I pouted at him sadly and hit him playfully across his chest, which made him laugh again. As soon as I started to glare at him, he stopped laughing straight away.
''I'm sorry, it's just that…you are so adorable.'' He explained, before pulling me down onto the bed by my sides, and climbing on top eagerly. My body responded before my head could, and allowed myself to entwine my legs around his slim waist.
His hands gingerly rubbed against the inside of my right thigh, through my hello kitty pants, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning, just a little bit in response. My body had thrust closer to his, before I had even thought about what I was doing.
He kissed the side of my neck tenderly, which made me sigh happily, and wrap my legs even tighter around his waist. He moaned into my right ear in response, which sent a shiver of excitement up my body.
''Let me explain first,'' he begged; even though he really didn't sound as though he wanted to explain first. ''I was laughing, because I could see quite clearly that you were jealous, and you are so adorable when you're jealous.'' He explained.
I nodded, and mumbled a reply in response, instantly forgiving him, even though I was red with embarrassment, and panting for more from him. ''But I'm sorry for laughing, I know how embarrassing things can be, when you're shy.''
He kissed the edge of my neck again, making me shiver once more. He kissed the skin there again, more roughly, and I sighed in response. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, just like how my legs were.
He gently sucked on the skin now, making me moan in response, before I knew what I was doing. God, how did this Man manage to act so cool, and yet so experienced at the same time? He was fucking good, that I was all I knew.
His hands finally unwound from my face, and gently clasped the sides of my faces; pushing my face up, to give him more excess to my throat. I moaned again, as his sucking on the skin on my skin turned more violent, and then he did something that shocked me…
''Rob!'' I gasped in shock, as he bit down on the skin. He couldn't actually give me a love bite now! God, it took three days to clear up at least, and tomorrow was the thanksgiving meal that we were going to.
My gasps soon turned to moans though as he released the fresh love bite, and clamped his lips down hard on my own. His lips were urgent; begging me to give him entrance to taste my mouth, which I had to give.
Because there was no saying no to this Guy; whether I tried or not. He was my Boyfriend, and I was more maddeningly in love with him than anyone else could love another person. It was true, and I was willing to bet it.
He had our clothes off in a record amount of time, laying them gently onto the floor, before he quickly returned his attention to me, and we clambered underneath the duvet, where we was pleasantly warm again.
Our bodies were pressed against each other, nearly everything connected, besides our lips and us; as he was waiting at my entrance, ready for me to give him the heads-up for when I was ready. This was the bit that I loved the same though.
Because I could feel his hesitation to press further on from his body; his body pressed on top of mine; his body's heat radiating from him to me, making me feel warm too. His heartbeat was racing against mine.
They were so close together that you couldn't tell whose heart-beat belonged to who's, because they were both racing in excitement to what was about to happen. Our panting breaths filled the air, and there was no need for words.
Slowly his head rose up and asked for my permission to go further, just like how he always did just before we started to make love. His eyes sparkled with hope, his lips pulled up into an unsure smile as he watched me closely.
''I want you.'' I breathed quietly, as he carried on watching me carefully. I took his face into my hands carefully, and kissed him softly; letting him know how much I wanted him. He groaned in response, and kissed me back just as softly.
''Not as much as I want you,'' he spelled it out for me, before he gently slid his body into mine. I gasped, as pushed him deeper into me by his lower back gently; trying to get him as close as possible to me.
The passion I felt at that moment was so intense that nothing else really mattered in that moment; it always managed to surprise me how instead of pain, like how it was with Michael, there was just passion, unbelievably so.
I couldn't explain it, because it was beyond my control, even though my body still knew exactly what was going on, what I had to do to reach that even better point. And then I remembered too late…condoms.
''Rob…condoms.'' I warned between gasps of breaths, as he pulled himself back out of me. He just chuckled, and slammed back into me hard, making me gasp, and pull harder at his back, unable to do anything else.
''You missed that one.'' He replied huskily into my ear, before pulling back out a little bit, before thrusting further into me, making us even closer than I thought possible. I gasped and moaned, before hiding my face into his left shoulder; trying to contain my voice.
''Rob,'' I gasped as his fingers gently began to stroke the skin just underneath our entwined bodies. It felt good, too good, and if he kept that up; I certainly wouldn't be holding out for very much longer, I knew that much.
''I love you.'' He replied, as he thrust back into me, harder now. I cried out from both the immense pain and pleasure that I felt at the same time. ''Shh love,'' he whispered pleadingly, as I began to get too loud…again.
''Uh-huh…sorry…and I love you.'' I gasped between panting breaths. He entwined our fingers together then, and he kissed me softly on the top of my chest, before he thrust himself into me roughly again.
I moaned-not able to stop myself-and pushed him as close to me as possible, as our breathing got more and more out of control. He kissed my skin over and over again, to where he could get to, and all I could do was moan in response, and we continued to make love.
He wasn't anywhere near as rough as this usually, but the pain and pleasure that mingle together was undeniably pleasant. There simply were no words to explain just how much pleasure was coursing through my body at this moment in time.
''Rob-''
''-Uh-huh,'' he replied, because he knew what I was going to say. It was always me that managed to reach that point first, because Rob was always so much more in control of his emotions and at what time he could truly lose it.
Me on the other hand…well I was still getting used to how well he could control me, my emotions, and how he affected me. Of course my release was before his, and he waited calmly until my panting died down, and I fell from that edge once more.
He kept on kissing my face, my neck, my chest; anywhere where he could get to. As soon as my release was finished; he was thrusting like mad, deeper and deeper into me, and this time we released together, as his panting turned to moans.
His head came up after we got our breaths back, and he watched me closely; his eyes showing all the love I needed; god, how I loved him so much.
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