A/N – I was kidding about keeping up with Spunk's chapter lengths. I wrote -45% but the negative didn't really show up, lol.
I don't know these people, sadly. I think we'd get along well if I did.
Seven ~
He moved into the seat next to her after listening to Taylor snore for five minutes and observing the headphones in his ears. "Are you still awake?" Talking close to her ear, kissing it softly. It had been torture to not have his hands on her for so long.
She opened her eyes and turned her head to kiss him. "I was waiting for the same thing you were." She took his hand and laced her fingers through his, sighing with contentment.
"Can I ask you something?" He pushed the lever and his seat laid back; she followed with hers immediately, cuddling up under his arm. "It's about that first time in Italy."
"Whoa whoa, wait, okay?" Taylor was awake after all, sitting forward, staring anxiously at them. "Seriously, you must think I'm stupid or something - but I just wanted to bust you guys, not hear details of – stuff! Please, please, don't talk until I turn my headphones up!"
They both stared at him, surprised at his ploy, then started laughing at his overly concerned face. He sheepishly smiled with them finally, relaxing.
"So you're onto us, huh?" Kristen didn't seem too upset.
Taylor rolled his eyes. "Again. Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I'm stupid. It was only a matter of time."
He laughed, uncomfortable. "What does that mean?"
"Come on. It's so obvious how you feel about each other. It was obvious back when we were filming." He paused to gather his thoughts. "I personally think it's great, cuz you both look a thousand times happier than you did a couple of months ago. So don't worry, I got the whole deny, deny, deny thing down. And if you need help with anything, you know – to take the heat off or whatever, just ask - I got your backs. You guys have always been so cool with me, so I'm happy to help out."
"Aww, thanks Tay, that's really sweet." Kristen got up to give him a hug.
"Really, that's kick-ass. Thank you." He reached over to fist bump Taylor.
"No problem. Now. I'm gonna put in my earphones and turn it up real loud, okay? I know you probably don't get much time together. As you were." He smiled and hit the volume button on his iPod until they could hear fragments of the music playing, coming from the tiny speakers in his ears.
"Unexpected, but nice." He lay back again, pulling her with him.
"He's a really good guy," she agreed. "So what about Italy?"
He looked over at Taylor, who had his eyes closed again, head nodding to the music.
"Just whisper if it's that bad." She giggled. "There's no one behind us or in front of us for about 4 rows."
Bending his head down, he put his lips to her ear, kissing her again. "I just keep wondering something, and I thought we should talk about it... that first time, when we woke up together, you seemed so – new to it - inexperienced, but you let me go so far that day, right away... even though I told you to stop me... and the things you did........do you regret any of that? Was it more than you wanted, after you thought about it?" They'd had plenty more fun together in bed, but he'd always wondered if she felt like she had to after their first mind-blowing sexual encounter. Like it was too late to back up and start over. "I know I should have said something before - "
"Really? You've worried about that?" She seemed surprised more than anything.
His lips twisted as he thought how to explain. "You were with Michael for a very long time – and I'm not interested in what did and why things didn't happen with him – it just made me wonder because it happened so fast and so far with us...."
She scooted her body up the back of the reclined seat so her lips would be closer to his face, and he slouched down to meet her. They were eye level with each other now, lying on their sides in the big first-class jet seats. "I'll tell you exactly what I was thinking," she whispered. "I'd known how you felt about me from basically the time we met, so - what – almost a year?" She stopped, her eyes shining with the memories. "You understood, and didn't pressure too hard, and stayed my friend – became my best friend - someone I could always count on. Always. Once I realized I was in love with you and wanted to be with you, with all of that history behind us, I was just so sure of you, so sure I could trust you with – everything – me – and then you told me you loved me – that was so – damn, it just confirmed everything I was already thinking – it felt like I'd already waited too long - and the rest – everything we did - it was a – like a gift - a gift I wanted to give you. I knew it was right. With you."
He just looked at her, blinking, stunned. "You – Christ – Kristen! Sometimes you say things that are so incredible I don't know what to say back to you...... I wish I knew how to tell you how much that means to me, but I don't." He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers, one by one, smiling. "And I was afraid you felt like we went too fast. You're always surprising me."
"Do you feel like we did?"
He laughed low in his chest. "Fuck no. I'd been thinking about doing some of those things to you for a verrrry long time.... I think we handled it perfectly, now that I know what was behind your choices."
Smiling softly, she leaned forward to kiss him. "Good. I do too.....since we're talking about it, can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"You know my history here but - have you been with – I mean – you're pretty ...efficient..."
He laughed, knowing what she was asking. "There you are, flattering me again. The answer is – um, well, I've been with far fewer women than most people would think. I guess. I'm not really sure what people think anymore."
She touched his lip with her finger. "You're really shy."
He kissed her palm and then tucked her hand into his. "I am, and that's a problem, plus there just aren't that many girls I've been attracted to. And when I am, they aren't usually attracted to me, and vice-versa. It's a very random thing... You know I lived with a girl for a while."
She nodded.
"So there's that, and I read a lot, and I have an overwhelming need to get you off as best I can and make you happy, so I try to pay close attention to how you respond to different things. I guess those add up my so-called efficiency." He absolutely loved the smile on her face right now, but wasn't sure why it was there. He felt like he'd just told her she'd won a golden statue from last night or something, the way she was staring at him. Her look changed, and now he felt like he'd just won a golden statue. "What? What's that look?"
She shook her head. "Thank you for telling me."
"I'm glad we can talk about things like this so easily now." He noticed the circles under her eyes. They'd gotten up early, just to spend more time together today before their flight. "Are you tired? You should have slept longer this morning."
"You too. But there's not much to do on a 16 hour flight to Japan. Wanna take a nap with me?"
"I could definitely sleep." He got up and grabbed three pillows out of the overhead, throwing one into the seat next to Taylor, startling him, dropping one in his own chair and handing one to Kristen. "Blanket?" He got two thumbs up, so distributed them next, finally dropping into the seat and covering up. Kristen felt for his hand under their blankets, and he meshed his fingers with her, sighing and closing his eyes as she rubbed her thumb along the side of his hand.
The littlest things that she did for him just blew him away; the bigger things left him speechless and in awe. He hoped he never outgrew the feeling; never got so used to her that he took her or the fact that she was with him for granted. Shaking his head, he went back over the conversation they'd just had about that first make-out session. He'd been worried about bringing it up, delaying it, both for the uncomfortable factor, and the fear of how she'd answer. Well hell – he'd never be afraid to ask her about anything from now on.
At the time, he'd been surprised that she let him get her completely naked and put his mouth all over her, thenshocked at her beginner's fumbling turned into intuitive prowess at sucking him off, but now...now – a gift. She was that sure of his love; she'd climbed over her fence of fears and let him do things no other man had, and tried her best to please him in a way she was completely unfamiliar with and had qualms about. "And not – gross – not gross at all" he remembered her saying afterward. He smiled to himself. Many women would never attempt giving head, he knew, let alone swallow. So much of her as a gift. Well Happy fucking Birthday and Merry Christmas for the rest of his damned life to him, then. He was completely floored by her. There was so much sweetness in her, that so few people got to see.
Her hand had stilled in his, and he looked over at her, finding her fast asleep.
*
"What all are we doing here? How long are we here?"
Taylor rolled his eyes and Kristen flat out laughed at him. "Do you not pay any attention at all in meetings or when you talk to your people?"
"It depends on what else is on my mind." He grinned back at her. "I've had a lot on my mind, lately."
"Photo shoots, book signing, meet and greet, press conference, premiere, the usual... we've got a couple of days to ourselves." She looked up as the elevator stopped. "My floor."
"Mine, too." Taylor stepped forward. "Why are you on a different floor, man?"
Kristen laughed. "It's either because Summit is afraid he'll accost one of us, or he's asked for specialthings in his room."
"Yes, because four floors would keep me from accosting you if I wanted to, just like putting you in a different hotel would," he sniped back dryly at her. "And there's nothing at all wrong with wanting to have a nice view or a fully stocked bar. I will not apologize for it."
Taylor looked up, laughing."A man has his needs."
"That's right." He made an immature so there face at Kristen, as she rolled her eyes at them. "Everyone get settled and we'll find some dinner in a while. Sound good?" He slid a key to his room into Kristen's jeans pocket. "You two come up and check out my place whenever you're ready. I'll just be stroking my bottle of Jameson and looking at the pretty things outside while I wait."
They both exited the elevator laughing, and he hit the button that would carry him up to his room.
It was not a room but actually an opulent suite, complete with a long, cozy couch, chair and entertainment center, and a dining room table outside of the small kitchen. There were vases filled with fresh flowers on small tables in the corners. That area opened up on one side into a huge bedroom with an immense bed on one wall and a wide plush chaise lounge to the right of the television on the opposite wall. The lounge faced the elongated set of bay windows. He pulled the cord to the drapes and was greeted with a magnificent view of Tokyo Bay. Perfect. He turned back to the closed doors in between the two rooms, opening them to find a medium sized space with a lighted vanity. There was a low marble wall halfway across this room and over it he could see a huge jacuzzi tub with a window behind it also looking out on the Bay, an equally huge walk-in shower to the right, and a double sink area on the left. The entire room was black and gray marble and tile and a dozen fluffy white towels were folded onto a wicker rack up against the half wall. Smiling to himself, he knew immediately that she would be spending a lot of time in his room, if only for the luxurious bathroom and vanity.
He heard the door closing, then a moment later felt her arms sliding around him from behind.
"Holy shit, Rob. My room is nice, but this place is so – holy shit!"
He smiled nervously at her reaction. "Would you like to move in with me and just skip the all the fun of sneaking back and forth?" He placed his hands over hers on his stomach, wondering if he should have asked, then remembering his vow on the flight to never worry about that again.
"Does Summit pay for this?"
"I pay the difference in room rate. It's not like I have a mortgage or a car payment, you know."
"Yeah, I know.......Do you want me to move in?"
He had to smile. So very Kristen. Redirect, then ask the real question. "Of course... In fact - I got this in case you'd want to – I thought it might be good after all the time we've had to spend apart?" Turning to look down at her, he tried very hard not to seem anxious, but knew he could never fool her. "I felt as though we deserved something extra special."
She was making that face, the same face he'd seen for the first time so long ago when he told MTV she was the best actor of her generation, the closed-down-features but too-much-going-on-in-the-eyes face. She could never take a compliment well, so he guessed immediately that he had complimented her with his request and explanation. He relaxed a little, leaning down to kiss her. "Say yes. This is where you say yes."
She finally laughed. "Well I can't say no to that face. And I'd probably be here most of the time anyway."
Grinning broadly, he picked her up and swung her around, then set her down and kissed her. "Hell yes – that's what I wanted to hear! We're going to have such a good time." He kissed her again, a little longer, a little harder. "Did you see the rest of the place?"
"Just the living room, really. I was more looking for you." She took his arm. "Show me."
He led her into the living room, then turned into the bedroom, standing back by the door watching as she walked around, touching things, running her hand along the comforter on the bed, smelling the flowers on one of the nightstands, finally stopping in front of the windows.
"It's so beautiful." She looked back at him. "All of it."
"Yes...really," he answered, staring directly at her. "Beautiful."
She looked at the floor. "I meant the room."
"I meant you."
She gazed up at him, not lifting her head all the way, smiling more with her eyes than her mouth.
He loved these small moments with her, not speaking but chapters worth of things being said in the air between them across a room, just looking into each other's eyes. He'd never felt so connected to someone before. The depth of emotion was almost frightening.
He heard a tap on the door behind him, but didn't look away from her. "Come in,Taylor."
She was in front of him in an instant, surprising him, up on her toes, kissing him, hands against his chest, not caring that Taylor was coming in. She kissed him for a full minute, now holding his face, then pulled away with a smile, going to greet the younger boy in the living room.
"Hey, dude. What do ya think of the palace here?"
He followed, laughing. "Hell, I haven't checked out the bar yet! Where are my priorities?"
Taylor just smiled. "You guys are so cute. Go ahead and pretend like you didn't just make out in front of me forever."
Kristen giggled. "Well, remember, you were the one that wanted to bust us. Now you have to live with the consequences."
"True, true. So. Nice place, Rob. Is the rest just as cushy?"
"I like it. Have a look around." He waved him into the bedroom, and opened the door to the bathroom for him, then went to Kristen, who was poking around in the kitchen.
She triumphantly held up a bottle of whiskey. "Look what I found! Is this good stuff?"
Leaning into the doorway with one shoulder, he laughed. "My own little alcoholic girl - yes. It's very good stuff."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I found it for you! I'm not drinking it - I'm dedicated to keeping you from alcoholism, remember? To keeping you from spending all your money on booze and broads and ending up living in a one-room fleabag hotel with only your memories of your glory days to sustain you."
He placed one hand over his heart dramatically. "Thank God I found you - next year was drawing perilously close."
Narrowing her eyes, she placed the bottle back in the long rack. "You were supposed to deny the broads part."
"I did that on the jet." He knew she was faking.
She looked up at him, grinning. "I know. I just wanted to hear it again."
Taylor came in, brushing around him. "Killer view. And I love the indoor swimming pool and community shower you've got in there. You can invite everyone on this floor over." He looked over the rack of alcohol. "It's good to be you sometimes, isn't it, Mr. RPattz."
"It definitely is, man. Right now, for example." He smiled fondly at them both. "There's a couple of restaurants in the hotel, or would you two rather try to find something else?" He looked at his watch. "We're meeting Hugh Jackman later."
*
After a long yawn, he rolled his head from side to side, then tried to massage the muscles in the back of his neck. He looked out at the city passing by the windows of the car, noting the extreme differences between here and LA, here and London. Tokyo just looked foreign, but beautiful to him still. Smiling, he thought back on last night and what a good time that had been. They'd met Hugh and his friends on their long flight over, as they were heading to Tokyo to promote "Wolverine" and "Australia". He'd also spoken to him at the Academy Awards, and they'd hit it off, hoping to work together sometime in the future. Meeting up at a karaoke bar was a hilarious event; he'd drank too much and sung too many songs with Hugh, and after much pleading, even convinced Kristen to sing a duet with him – the girl had a much better voice than she was letting on.
... I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
how wonderful life is while you're in the world...
....so excuse me forgetting but these things I do
you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
but anyway the thing is, what I really mean
yours are the sweetest eyes I ever seen....
Taylor had refused to sing, but seemed to have a great time also, being their biggest fans, and he was surprised at how much he liked his company, he was smart and funny. His father was a near constant presence during filming, which he of course understood due to his age at the time, but they hadn't spent much time together back then, regardless. Their age difference wasn't much of an issue at all.
How often he found himself grinning like a fool. He wondered if people thought him mad sometimes, smiling away at nothing while riding in the back of a cab, walking through the hotel, down the street to get Starbucks coffee. He was determined to have the best possible time here, away from all the garbage in LA. They'd stayed out too late last night, the jet lag and time change killing him, but he was finished with his photo shoot and had the rest of the evening free to spend with her. He wondered if she was back to the suite yet, and what she was doing. They'd moved her things in earlier, and it had been strange, but definitely fun to argue playfully over dresser and closet space. He yawned again, thinking he just wanted a shower to feel human again, then to relax.
The door closed behind him, and it was quiet. "Kristen?"
"In the bedroom! I'm on the phone. I'll bring you some clothes if you want to get cleaned up. I'm all done in there."
How well she knew him. "I can't say no to that."
He hit the bathroom, dropping clothing on the way to the shower, grabbing a towel, noticing a few remaining bubbles in the huge tub. His brain immediately went into overtime picturing her in there, hair pulled up in a knot on top of her head, arms dripping water as she reached to turn on the jets, breasts surrounded by foam and dancing above the water line as she lay back, bubbles popping in the air around her beautiful face. He must remember to request to be present at the next bubble bath. Request? Ha, that was non-negotiable. The shower was simply amazing, with four jets on three sides pointing at him, and a waterfall type of deal overhead. He adjusted the water temperature and the pressure from the side jets, and instantly decided he would stay there until he was pruney, out of hot water, or dead, it was just that awesome. He soaped and shampooed and the jets pounded and washed all of his aches away, leaving him feeling like a new man. He finally staggered out after realizing that the hot water may never run out, wondering how long he'd been in there. Toweling off, he looked around for his clothes, but didn't see any, not even the ones he'd been wearing earlier. He smiled, wondering if she wanted him naked. He'd be happy to spend the evening making her crazy with his hands and fucking her senseless with his tongue. They'd been so tired last night when they got back they'd just fallen into bed and crashed, like an old married couple.
He tied the towel around his waist and ventured out into the darkened living room, not seeing her, so headed into the bedroom, coming to an abrupt stop as soon he passed the doorway. There were candles lit all around the room - the only light; looking closer he saw pillars everywhere and floating candles in bowls on the nightstands. The drapes were open to the incredible view and music was playing softly but there – there in the middle of the huge bed, was Kristen – looking like a cross between angel and mythical goddess, wearing a little white shimmery lacy something-or-other that was perfect. It screamed innocence but the mere fact that she was wearing it for him also forced it to shout sexy as fucking hell at the top of its lungs. She'd never done that before. She was sitting, soft candle light flickering over her, in a not quite awkward yet completely graceful way, her dark hair falling to her breasts in deep contrast with the white of her negligee, long legs turned ideally for his viewing. She smiled softly, and when his eyes met hers the look she gave him made him reach for the door frame behind him lest his knees give out.
It very slowly dawned on him that this was going to be no mere make-out session. In small increments, he was absorbing the fact that she was gifting him again, right now, when he'd been least expecting it. He was suddenly hit with the enormity of it, the responsibility, to make it wonderful for her, for them, and then he was glad this was happening when he was old enough to even think of things like that. As much as he wanted to fuck her into next year, he also wanted it to be the best possible experience for her, because he absolutely adored her in a thousand ways beyond anything he'd ever felt for someone before. Looking down, he realized his hands were shaking. He gazed up into her green eyes again and wondered why the hell he was still across an entire room from her. He went to her, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking her up and down, wanting to give her time to change her mind if she needed.
She held out her hand to him, her eyes smoldering, and he took it, kissing the back of it, then her palm, then her wrist, sliding closer to kiss the inside of her elbow, her shoulder, her neck then one last long look in her sweet eyes and he touched her lips with his, again, then harder, then ran his hands into her hair, holding her as he kissed her. She opened her lips to him and they explored mouths with tongues, and suddenly her lips were on his neck and his on hers kissing lower down her throat, over her chest until his mouth was over a hard nipple, teeth worrying it through slippery silk. Her fingers were in his hair, he felt her kiss the top of his head, and he pushed her back gently onto the bed, stroking her other breast now. His hand ran up and down her side, over her tit again, down over her flat belly and he loved the feel of her through the material, hand gliding down her leg now, fingers trailing up the inside of her knee, thigh, and up under the white silk over her hip. No panties. What was already hard became harder and he let out a little groan, dropping his forehead to her belly. He looked up and caught her smirking at his reaction, so crawled higher, lying his entire body carefully over her and kissing her in reward for knowing just what would make him crazy. Her hands were tugging at his towel, so he raised his hips and let her slip it off of him, settling back onto her, feeling the cool silk and her warm soft skin contrasting against his cock, kissing her neck, then playing with her tits again and again while she stroked his back and his hair. He finally moved lower, lifting the hem of her gown, then backed up as she raised a little to slip it off over her head.
He was sure he'd never get used to the electric, vulnerable feeling of his naked body against her own sweet fragrant naked skin; it was like a shock to his system every time it happened. She lay back again and he went to work on her naked breasts now with lips, tongue, and fingers until she was gasping, then slid lower, teasing her belly with kisses and gentle bites while he continued playing her nipples with his fingers. He couldn't wait any longer and began licking her all along the sweet folds of her pussy, up and down, in and out of her, stopping to pay attention her clit, then back for more licking, finally tongue fucking her, never being too rough or trying to make her come, groaning constantly at the amazing feel and texture and taste of her. So soft, sweet with a little tang, wet, hot and delicious. She was making the sexiest noises he'd ever heard, not loud like usual, soft gasps that let him know everything he did was working for her in a big way, but wasn't overwhelming her. He took his time, and finally, finally, he felt her tugging on his hair gently, knowing it meant she was ready – ready for him, she wanted him now.
He kissed his way slowly up her shaking body, nervous, settling between her spread legs, finally kissing her mouth and pressing his dick gently against her pussy, sliding it up and down slowly until the bottom of the shaft was covered with her wetness and she was moaning into his mouth. He felt her reach for him, warm fingers stroking all along him, then she was positioning him against her and he pulled away from the kiss to watch her face as he began to push his cock in. She was tight, so very tight it was a battle to go slowly he wanted to bury himself inside her so badly, so hot on his head, it was in her now, and her eyes widened, her mouth opened and now her eyes narrowed, closing so he stopped, panting with the effort of doing nothing, his legs shaking. "All right, my love?" Whispering, kissing her forehead, her cheek, she was so small underneath him, her hips so slim, he suddenly feared he might break her. He readjusted on his elbows and watching her closely, prepared to pull out but she shook her head, kissed him, then ran her hands down to his ass, asking for more, spreading her knees further apart to give him room. He moved slowly again, now he was deeper and his jaw tightened and dropped on its own, his eyes shutting involuntarily as she closed around his cock like the softest and wettest vice known to man, her heat was exquisite, he had to force his eyes open and remind himself to breathe. Her furrowed brow smoothed out, eyes widening again and her mouth formed a little "o" in surprise as more of him sank into her, so he took the opportunity to lower his head to her breast and suck on a nipple, causing her to tighten around his dick, shaking both of them. He was almost home now, and her hands were on his ass, pushing, wanting it, and finally he was buried, still trying to go farther because he wanted to stay there forever, she was so fucking insanely perfect on his cock he wanted to scream but nothing came out of his open mouth, his body shuddering over hers. She was watching him, her eyes saying she loved making him feel that good, going darker as she adjusted to the feel of his length and width so hard inside. She shifted under him, now pushing against him, pulling a long moan of relief from him as he was able to begin moving in her now.
He pulled back slowly and it was like the best kind of torture, beautiful friction and loss, but knowing he got to shove back in her next was his redemption. Kissing her softly, he continued slowly thrusting into her and pulling out, maintaining an even pace, feeling it as her body relaxed under him, and she began kissing him back. She felt amazing, incredible, mind-altering, like nothing he'd known before. He had just barely enough presence of mind to wonder if it was too much to hope for, that this would feel good to her instead of some sort of an invasion of her body. He had no idea what girls felt for their first time, but wished badly that he could share some of his bliss with her. It couldn't still hurt, could it, with her being so wonderfully slick and wet? Worry. He stopped moving, pulling away from her mouth, lying his head between her shoulder and neck, smelling the faint scent of bubble bath on her still, whispering again."Is it good at all? I'm not hurting you, am I?"
Her hands were immediately in his hair, holding him close to her, whispering back. "Oh, baby, no, it doesn't hurt anymore. Not at all."
Raising his head to see her face, she gazed honestly up at him, and he felt himself relax again. He smiled softly and kissed her, slowly pulling out, hating every horrible second of it, murmuring against her lips. "Let's start over then..." She pouted at the loss of his dick, making him grin. He lowered his head to her chest and gave her nipples a ton of attention, then stroked all over her soft perfect body slowly with his fingers till she was quivering beneath his hands. Moving lower he licked her still wet pussy, softly, gently, every way he knew she liked, sucking on her clit, playing with it carefully in his teeth, snaking his long tongue into her as deep he could, then fucking her with it till she cried out, moving back to lick up and down her folds, deeper now, inhaling her scent, sucking her clit into his mouth again while he licked it as fast as he could, his dick getting harder listening to her incredibly hot moans and gasps and cries, until finally he heard the words he wanted to hear.
"Oh God - please," she gasped out. "Rob, please - I want you - so much."
He moved up over her, settling onto his elbows, his forearms under her shoulders, holding her and immediately felt her grasping him, her fingers stroking, showing him the right angle and he sliced into her sweet hot vise again slowly, unable to control his moans, watching her face, listening to the sharp intake of her breath. Now seeing her eyes go dark green and then change into sex eyes as he filled her to the hilt was undoubtedly the fucking hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life, knowing she was responding to the feel of his cock inside her, and he wanted to hear her now. Like they were one mind joined together also, she let out a moan from deep in her chest and he pulled out, then slid back into her a little faster, causing her to pull in a deep breath and look up at him in wonder.
"Oooooohhhh," she was barely breathing out the words, "Rob - it'ssss..." Closing her eyes, she got lost in the sensations as he continued stroking in and out of her, barely able to control himself she felt so incredibly good, using all his willpower to not go too fast for her, kissing her lips, her temples, her hair, now her neck, biting gently, licking along her collarbone, and she was moving under him now, making his cock scream with pleasure as she tightened all along it, and the room was filled with just flickering candlelight, low music and the sounds of their softs gasps and quiet moans as he closed his eyes and just allowed himself to feel her, her hair and smooth skin under his fingers, her hips and pubic bone now pushing up against his when he slid into her, wanting more of him, her body undulating under him, shoulders below his chest as her arms held him tightly, fingers sliding up and down his back, gently then harder, then in his hair, now on his ass, pulling his hips closer, saying she wanted more, harder, deeper. Heaven.
He opened his eyes to find her watching him, her face full of passion, pleasure, love. Gently pushing her knee back toward her body, he was rewarded with a bite to the shoulder as his dick dug even deeper into her, and she began making beautiful whimpering noises every time his cock hit home inside her. It was too much to take, the insane way she was squeezing all around him so fucking hard and tight he wanted to yell again, the noises coming from her, the look in her eyes as she fucked him back, he knew he wouldn't last much longer so he straightened his arms out, lifting his body above her, his cock stroking a different angle into her pussy now, with room between them to run one hand down her belly, lay his fingers against her vulva and clit and rub gently, now harder, watching her, experimenting with his fingers until she bucked under him, knowing that was the spot and he kept at it, loving her faces and gasps, moans, and indescribable noises, fucking her just a little harder, trying to push deeper, right on the edge now himself, his preoccupation with her the only thing keeping him from blowing, and now – now she let go under him, spasming, tightening so hard around his cock, shaking, back arched, saying his name over and over, grabbing his ass and pushing him into her frantically, head back, moaning out "fuck...fuck..."
Her chest and tits were covered with a sheen of sweat and she seemed to be glowing in the candlelight as she came for him, slowly falling back to Earth, and now she was looking up at him in wonder again, still gasping, moaning.... it was moving, beautiful, fiercely erotic and when she whispered "I love you" he fell finally with several hard thrusts, coming inside her again and again, shuddering and grunting in the grip of the most powerful climax he'd ever had, wishing it would never end as she pulled him close and held him tightly in her arms, staying still for him as he filled her, then collapsed onto her, unable to hold himself up any longer.
When he had full use of his senses again, he felt her running her fingers all up and down his back and shoulder blades and arms, occasionally stopping to lightly massage his muscles. It felt so sweet and good. He was still buried deep inside her and that was another kind of heaven. He raised his head to kiss her lips for a moment, and then rained little kisses all over her face and neck and hair, gathering her into his arms and hugging her close underneath him, one hand under her head. Worried he was too heavy, he prepared to pull out and away but she stopped him with her hands, whispering so quietly. "Please don't – I love this."
He relaxed onto her again and kissed her, finally pulling his lips away. "Me too."
They lay together, quiet, for a while, enjoying the afterglow. He felt her breath hitch a little and raised his head up quickly, seeing tears as he looked in her eyes. He pulled a hand from under her to wipe one away as it fell back to her temple. "Kristen?"
She laughed shakily, reassuring him with a sweet smile. "You didn't do anything wrong. I guess I'm just – being all girly. I'm sorry."
"You're all woman, my love, and you're allowed." He smiled and kissed her again, then raised up on one elbow beside her head, looking down on her. "These are happy tears, then?"
She nodded, serious, and breathed the words out. "You were - gentle – sweet... It was so perfect."
The sensation of his heart tightly being squeezed overpowered him. He had to swallow back a lump in his throat."I'm glad. It was for me also." They were quiet for a moment and he watched a few more tears escape from her eyes, leaning to kiss them away. He suddenly laughed softly. "I can't believe you apologized. You know me, Kristen – I'm that awkward, piano playing, sensitive guy. A couple less levels of manly and I'd be crying myself right now."
She laughed and pulled his face down to kiss him. "I saw your eyes get watery when I told you it was perfect. It just makes me love you more. And I have zero worries about your level of manliness."
"That's quite good to know." He grinned down at her.
Looking at him playfully now, she ran a hand over his chest and down the line of hair on his stomach. "Speaking of..."
"Yes?"
"How soon can we do it again?" She shot him a blatantly lustful smile.
He burst out laughing. "Fuck... Kristen!! Do I even need to tell you how much I love you? Even without the sex goddess attitude?" She was it. He knew it like he knew the feel of piano keys under his fingers. She was perfect for him.
She played the little girl card now. "You absolutely adore me?"
She squeaked, laughing as he rolled them to the side and then onto his back with her now straddling him, his cock still deep inside her, beginning to show signs of life again already. "Yes, lovely. I absolutely adore you. So much that I'm going to let you try something I'm positive you'll be quite good at, something called Woman in Charge in some circles."
"Mmmm. I like the sound of that." She sat back on his hips and ran her fingers through her hair, straightening it out, getting it back to normal after writhing around and tangling it up earlier.
She had no idea how sexy she looked not trying to be sexy, just fixing her hair. It killed him that she really had no concept of her beauty, sitting impatiently for the make-up people, preferring to go without any on her days off, looking just as gorgeous to him. She was no longer self-conscious of her body with him, and he drank her in, her perfect perky tits inviting him to play, the sweet curve out to her hips from her tiny waist so evident with her legs spread, her long thighs visible down to the knees on each side of him. He especially liked looking at her stomach and the vee down to between her legs, the soft outer lips of her pussy visible before her body connected with his. She raised both arms over her head to fluff out her hair and his cock showed it's appreciation for the sight, jerking inside of her and hardening, causing her eyes to open wide and a small "oh" to escape her lips. "And you're not even trying," he said softly.
She flexed her hips forward a little, then back again, experimenting, biting her lip as he stiffened more, then set a slow pace back and forth just a little farther, a victorious smile melting into pure pleasure eyes as he responded, lengthening, widening, firming even more up into her as she became slick and wet and impossibly tighter. She began circling her hips, her pussy feeling him at new angles now, his head hitting different spots within her and he was fully erect now, moaning softly, thoroughly entertained and drastically turned on watching her discover her new power over him.
He reached for her breasts, unable not to, and reveled in the sensation of her tightening up on him as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs. She was moving faster now, harder on his cock, back and forth and then in circles and it was becoming very difficult to stay still under her as she rode him, but he wanted her to find what felt best for her, and he couldn't stop himself now, thrusting up into her and she gasped out "Oh myfuckingGodMORE" eyes closed, mouth open with the intensity so he gave it to her, dropping his hands to her hips and holding her still, pushing up into her as they both loudly moaned with pleasure. To his delight, she replaced his fingers on her breasts with her own, almost without thought, and shazam, there was another of his many thousands of fantasies fulfilled already and it looked a trillion times better for real than in his mind.
She was fucking magnificent, hair hanging in her face as her head rolled, watching them where they were joined, now bending forward, her hands on his shoulders and she began pushing back, catching his rhythm, and dropping down on his cock as he thrust up, groaning as it made contact with her clit from this angle now. His hands were still on her hips, she seemed to really like that, well, actually growling at him when he tried to remove them once, and now her fingers were back to tease her own nipple for a few minutes then made a slow descent from her tit down her belly and he watched mesmerized, hoping, not afraid to pray, feeling as if his stomach might seize in anticipation of one more fantasy converted to real life, and yes – yes - her fingers slipped down between her legs, and began playing in the folds of her pussy, and she was so tight, making the whimpering noises again and it was so fucking hot to watch he couldn't help but grip her hips hard and pound up into her, trying not be too rough but so crazed he wasn't sure if he succeeded, then she threw her head back and started making an indescribable noise whenever he was up to the hilt in her and he wanted her to come, now.
Her fingers were moving faster on her pussy and he felt it, her shaking, now squeezing his cock over and over and she was yelling his name, suddenly her head came back forward and she locked eyes on him as she came, letting him see the emotions playing across her face and he was past holding off, he let it go, coming hard as her climax wound down, hands holding her hips still on him, intensely thrusting into her as she watched him now. "Oh – fuck – you're – OhGod -" words dissolving into grunts as he emptied into her. After forever, his orgasm ebbed, fading slowly and he opened his eyes to see her with both hands over her mouth, eyes wide. She pulled her hands away, smiling, breathing heavily.
"Fuck, Rob! Do you know – how - how hot you look when - you're coming? I mean - you're fucking gorgeous just standing - somewhere, but – Oh My God – I'll bet I can come just closing my eyes and remembering you – that – fuck – sexy -" she trailed off panting.
He closed his eyes again, feeling his face go hotter, both pleased and embarrassed. He was just a skinny dork that had somehow won the prom queen's love and got to fuck her now. He smiled up at her, shaking his head. "Stop. I can't possibly compare to you - you're exquisite in every stage of sex."
Her eyes shot love and warmth at him, and he felt as though he would burst with happiness.
"I'm so fucking – happy, Rob."
Again, she was inside his own head.
"I am too."
They shared a long look, and then she leaned down kiss him, carefully lifting up off his dick now and lying down next to him, curling her knee and leg over his and resting her head on his shoulder as he lifted his arm for her and slid it around her, pulling her closer. "How are you? Was I too rough that time? – you were making me crazy and -" She interrupted him quickly.
"Quit. You were really pretty gentle - you have to stop worrying."
He snorted. "Not happening. This is all new for you, and you're so fucking tiny and I am scared every time that I'll break you."
"I'm not breakable, silly. But you're the best lover in the history of the world for worrying. And for other things, too. Like making me come so hard I thought I'd pass out."
He rolled on his side, intrigued. "Really? Do tell. Details, please."
She laughed at his wide-eyed interest, pushing him back onto his back. "Oh no. You have to be satisfied with the high praise, baby. No details. I think I'll save them to whisper in your ear next time I want you."
He groaned in mock horror. "Why are you so good at this? How do you know what totally makes me insane? I can't decide if you've been sent from the devil or if you're an angel." He rolled back to his side and kissed her, long and hard. When he finally pulled away, she smiled at him, eyes full of love.
"I'd like to think I'm a little of both. But then, so are you, Rob - you know exactly what I want and need. You do the right things for me, and I know it's because we're absolutely perfect for each other. Best friends, best lovers." She giggled. "What do I want right now? I know you know."
Hell. That was easy. He kissed her one more time and rolled off the bed. "I'm going to run you another bubble bath while you order room service for us for dinner. I will be helping you with the bubble popping in the gargantuan tub. It's non-negotiable."
She stretched, gazing up at him. "I wouldn't have it any other way. And after dinner we can turn out all the lights and enjoy the view. The quiet."
"Perfect."