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11:56pm and he still hadn't found sleep, his eyes focused solely on the alarm clock blinking on his bedside table. Emma was sound asleep beside him, but his mind refused to let him forget about his run-in with Connie three days ago in the back of his car. It angered him slightly because he was almost certain that she wouldn't have looked back on it for even a second. It was just another quick screw to her, or was it? Either way, that definitely wasn't the case for him, he was craving her. Perhaps it was the regularity of it, not at all a scheduled happing but it was regular in terms of it happening every couple of days. They were due another meeting but with it being a spur of the moment thing, he had to just wait for it to happen. Which was agonising.
Suddenly growing impatient at his thoughts interfering with his ability to sleep, he rolled on to his back with a slight huff. To no surprise, Emma didn't stir at all. She slept like a log. He turned his head to look at her. This was so cruel, so disrespectful but he couldn't help it. Even now, looking at her, his fiancee, he was still thinking about Connie. His jaw clenching knowing that at this very moment in time, wherever she was, she probably and almost definitely wasn't thinking about him.
Or was she?
Truth be told, she wasn't. She was seven paragraphs deep into a research paper she'd stupidly agreed to read through for Ethan. Her wine glass almost empty, she was ready to call it a night as her eyes felt dry with fatigue. Jacob wasn't here tonight, he was out with the lads and probably that blonde bitch he'd bedded a few months ago. She'd even texted him, which is how she found her name and ultimately facebook stalked her like any normal partner would do. Not that she felt threatened by this woman, she was merely curious about her. Curling her lip upon the thought of her, she was immediately catapulted back to her backseat sexcapade with Sam a few nights ago. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she let her mind relive the moment vividly. She wanted to text him, a void needed filling but there wasn't a chance in hell she would ever message him first. That'd give him power over this situation and there was no way that was happening. No, he could message her first if that was the road this little situation was going to take. Otherwise, she'd have to wait until they crossed paths again, undoubtedly the innocent act of bumping into one another, either planned or unplanned, they'd end up in an intimate position. No question about it. There was a comfortable feel about this fact, knowing it would happen again.
And surprise, surprise. It did, a pathetic forty-two minutes later.
She'd never gripped her bed sheets so hard in all of her life, she had no idea what had gotten into him but he wasn't letting her overpower him at all tonight. He was being rough, almost borderline angry. Her relentless moans were wasted, breathed out forcefully into the mattress. This wasn't a typical position for them, she was never one to submit in any situation in life. Especially not in the bedroom. But this, this was something else. He had a handful of her hair balled into his fist as he pushed her head down into her crisp white sheets. His left hand gripping on to her hip so firmly, she could feel his nails digging into her skin as he rolled his own hips against her from behind. She was in a powerless position, head down, ass up and she was actually enjoying it. The deep arch in her back, combined with the unhinged groans coming from her mouth confirmed this for him. The mere thought of overpowering her alone was enough of a turn on but actually doing it was a whole other story.
She could hear him grunting with satisfaction, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. Just as it was becoming too much, too intense, too suffocating he made use of her hair balled into his grip and pulled her up forcefully. Inevitably receiving a loud gasp from her spent body.
"Hold yourself up." He demanded breathlessly, not wanting to hold her up in that position as he continued to grind against her. But her whole body was a trembling mess, her arms shaking too much to even support her own body weight. The pleasure he was giving her was so intense, she'd already peaked twice and he was only just getting started.
"I can't." Panting out her words in a feeble whisper, he let up on his firm grip and slowed his movements slightly. Almost pitying her, after all he had been pretty merciless. He closed the ninety degree angle between his chest and her back, closing the gap completely. Laying his bare front on her arched back, he released her hair from his closed right palm and lay his left hand to rest along side hers on the sheets. His hand previously holding her hair slid down gently between her ear and shoulder to clasp at her throat. He sighed with content, moving his head to her left shoulder and nibbling at her skin. She was moaning soundlessly at his tamer, more sensual movements but he could still feel the vibrations in her throat.
This was a first, obviously the power shift but also the setting and circumstances. They were breaking their own, unspoken rules. Firstly, they were in her house, in her bed, the same one she regularly shares with Jacob and secondly, they were both free of any and all clothes. Just their bodies and the sheets tangled together, the sweat beading on their bodies glistening poetically under the bright moonlight that was looking down through her window at them. Her curtains left undrawn and open to the natural white light.
She was still trembling, her arms now buckling even more with his weight pressed onto her back. She hummed, her eyes closed, enjoying his slower, softer movements but her arms had given up. She lowered a little, creating a gap between his chest and her back once again. He read the signal, letting go of the gentle hold he'd had on her throat as she collapsed slowly and quite elegantly onto her front, ultimately separating their union in the lower region as well. Upon no longer being inside her, he took the opportunity to turn her over gently. Her breathing immediately became harsher as soon as she was on her back, her lungs no longer fighting for air as much, she still struggled to harness control again but was happy to have her front facing him.
Separating her legs, he positioned himself between them but remained unconnected, instead he moved over her, resting his hands on either side of her rib cage to hold himself above her frame, allowing himself an easy method of lowering himself down towards her, his lips connecting with the skin on her neck. He kissed, sucked, nipped and nibbled from her chin, down her throat, to her clavicle, her chest, her stomach and her hip bones before darting back up to her mouth quickly, her breathing a shambles at the sensations she'd just experienced. Kissing passionately, their tongues for once weren't fighting for dominance, instead they were dancing harmoniously with one another before he cruelly pulled away, giving her a devilish look as soon as her eyes fluttered open with disappointment at the kiss coming to a premature end.
He moved back to where he'd previously reached, her hip bones, and repeated his actions there once more as he dragged his hands down over her shoulders and breasts, immediately causing her to throw her back into an arch at the feeling. Her own hands, moving to play with her nipples as his continued moving downwards, dragging slowly down her sides until her reached her stomach, ducking lower with his head, now positioned right between her legs she gaped her mouth open, feeling him breathing on her. He pulled her legs into a better position, resting over his shoulders as he cunningly wrapped his arms under each of her thighs, locking his hands on top of them so she couldn't pull away. Because Lord knows, she was going to try.
"Oh my God." Her eyes closed immediately, so tightly she couldn't even see any light through her lids. Furrowing her brow deeply as his tongue flicked expertly across her clitoris, he tortured her slowly, only flicking over it the once before moving his lips to her inner thighs, kissing and nipping at them with his teeth. Her arms were outstretched, clawing at the sheets on either side of her with absolute impatience. They soon moved to his head when he returned his mouth to her folds, this time not holding back at all. This was obvious in her quick change in body language, her back once again arched as far as it could go, her head tilted back in blissful agony as her fingers became tangled in his his hair. The building pleasure becoming too much, she tried to move move away from his mouth, her rapid breathing getting mixed in with her uncontrolled moans as she pushed at his head.
Refusing to release her from his grip, he continued eating her out, bringing her to the edge for a third time. He groaned into her as she came, the sound he just caused her to make was one he'd never heard before but it was one he definitely wanted to hear again.
Wallowing. That's what he was doing. Now on his fourth pint, he was finding no enjoyment with the lads, not tonight anyhow. He sighed, wiping his mouth upon finishing his last mouthful. It was 2:07am and he'd hardly spoken to anyone in his company. He had only guilt on his mind. He needed to tell Connie of his indescretion, feeling like this wasn't an option any more, it was destroying him.
"Think I'm gonna head off, fellas, call it a night." He rose whilst speaking, laughing slightly at the chorus of boos and moans after his departing announcement. "Hey, being a Staff Nurse in the ED entails huge responsibility, you know? I've gotta get my beauty sleep."
Although he left with a smile following his jestful comments, his heart was heavy and his mind troubled. Going back to his place was the best option tonight, he'd sleep on it and prepare himself to come clean in the morning. Perhaps he should revise his will beforehand? Who knows how she was going to react. He had no doubt her claws would be out though.
The curtains were still undrawn, the morning light creeping in through the threatening rain clouds outside. It took her a moment to properly awaken herself, a small smile gracing her face upon remembering her night of action with Sam. The smile was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, the result of a distinct movement in the bed next to her as Jacob slammed her front door, calling her name up the stairs. She rolled over, sitting up instantly as her heart began to race. His body still sprawled sleepily next to hers. Their fifth and final rule had been broken.
He'd stayed the night.