ROLE OF A LIFETIME
CHAPTER 21
*Rated M/MA*
Disclaimer: This is just my fanfiction, with many real world/modern day references. I have no rights or affiliations with the TV Show 'Friends' or other references made throughout this chapter/story.
Please only read if you're of an appropriate age. This is an M/MA (Mature) rated story for explicit language and sexual content!
NOTE:
In case you didn't notice, chapter 20 was posted earlier today, so I recommend reading that one first if you haven't yet!
TOBIAS POV:
Tris reaches down to un-zip her boots and puts her fuzzy slippers on instead. Meanwhile, I drop my towel to throw on some boxers, jeans and a t-shirt.
Moments later when Tris and I step out of the closet, we spot Susan sprawled out on our massive bed, which is covered in a plush white comforter and more pillows than any one person needs.
"You guys have the best beds..." She says, her arms and legs spread out and doing the 'snow-angel' thing. It reminds me of when Tris did the same thing on that very bed when we first got here. Except when it was Tris, I had much dirtier thoughts run through my head at the sight of her all sprawled out before me.
Susan has her eyes closed in relaxation, but when the nearby chair creeks upon my sitting in it, she opens one to peek at us. "You dressed yet? I don't want to get in trouble for peeking at the goods."
Tris and I chuckle, "Yes, I'm decent now." I assure her as I reach down and pull my second sock on. For such a cozy and welcoming apartment, it still has things about it that make it colder than were used to, such as the high vaulted ceilings and marble floors, so we're always bundling up our feet to keep them from freezing. Which seems much more often as we enter the cooler months.
Tris plops down beside her friend, lying back to enjoy the comforting mattress as well. "Spaghetti okay? Unless you have any other requests?" She asks her friend.
"Of course that's okay, you already know I love it."
"You said we should already have everything we need?" I ask, unsure of what's currently in the kitchen since Tris does most of the grocery shopping. I go stand by the bed looking down at my sprawled out girlfriend, her face upside down from mine due to the way she's lying down. I bend down and kiss her sweetly, upside down, before she replies to Susan.
"Yeah, I even have a fresh block of Parmesan I picked up from Sal." Tris explains.
"Sal?" Susan asks her tone laced with amused curiosity. "Do you have a cheese man here in Paris? They really are fancy here.".
I nod, "Tris likes to make friends with the locals." I explain with a chuckle.
"Hey!" Tris chimes in with a laugh, "We've been here a while, so I've become somewhat familiar with the nearby shops." she explains with a shrug as she turns her head towards Susan, "Sal has this little cheese shop a few blocks away. He's always so welcoming, and his family, who help him run it, are really sweet. Plus, their cheese is amazing. I have to take you there."
I can't help the little snort that comes from me. I didn't mean for it to come out, but it did. And now I can't take it back. And of course Tris' head snaps back toward mine.
"You wouldn't agree?" She asks me.
I put up my hands in surrender, "You're right, they're amazing..."
She narrows her eyes at me. Much to my relief, she still looks amused. But she's obviously perturbed by my grunt, or maybe it was my exaggerated moan of approval when I mimicked her saying how 'amazing' they are.
Susan watches our exchange as I try to explain in the gentlest of ways, "Sal and his wife Carmen are very sweet, and so is his sister Gina. But his nephew Giovanni...well, he can be a little over the top with the flirting. I don't care for it."
"Well, you're a very handsome fella. What do you expect?" Susan teases me, before shooting Tris a wink. Her comment makes Tris and I laugh, obviously knowing I wasn't referring to Giovanni flirting with me.
"I'd probably handle it better if he were flirting with me instead of Tris." I shake my head, still chuckling as I reply, even though my statement is nothing but true. I can't help it; I don't like the way he looks at her.
"Aw...he's jealous." Susan says to Tris as if it's a cute sentiment to be cherished.
Tris doesn't disagree, but her smile and the bite of her lip shows she sees it now. She looks up at me and I can tell she's trying to read my face to see if it's true.
"Yeah, maybe I'm a bit of the jealous type, but whatever. I don't care for it when he's pulling you aside, feeding you cheeses, speaking all that fancy French and Italian when he knows you speak more of those languages than I do. And now half the time he's making you taste their wine too..." I explain, the words bubbling from my mouth. It feels good, but also makes me feel a little vulnerable expressing all of this right here and now. Even though Tris has been somewhat aware of my small hidden dislike for Giovanni, I don't think she's realized it bothers me quite so much, since I've been trying to bite my tongue and not overreact. But now that it's come up and I am saying something, I'm hoping she also knows I'm serious and that I'm not just being silly in front of her friend.
Her expression softens, "It really bothers you, doesn't it?" She asks, her tone no longer teasing.
I clench my jaw as I look down at my shoes, nodding slightly before meeting her eyes again. I don't trust myself to open my mouth at the moment. I'm starting to think about the stupid little smirk Giovanni shot me when he had Tris borderline moaning at the flavor of his flaky pastry encrusted baked Brie, or whatever the fuck it was the last time we went in there. Made me want to pull a FOUR-style beat down on him right then and there.
But I'm more civil than that. Well, mostly. I didn't exactly hide it when I gave her a deep kiss as soon as we were outside the door of the shop when we were done. She had just smiled at me incredulously, surprised that I'd do that public. But I was careful to make sure nobody else was around, except the ones surely watching from inside. I can't say I minded it when I saw him peeking through the glass door pretending to look busy, and I couldn't help feeling like I was staking my claim a little bit as I walked hand in hand with her down the cobblestoned street.
"You can't actually think I'd go for a guy like that when I have you, right? Or any other guy, for that matter..." She says, interrupting my thoughts as she reaches her arms up to take my hands in hers, playing with my fingers as she adds, "I admit, he can be a little flirty. But he's like that with all the women that come in."
"Tris," I mumble quietly getting her to look into my eyes.
"What?"
"He's different with you. And he's ballsy to do it in front of me, or maybe he just really likes getting a rise out of me." I say, sighing a little. But then I offer her a little smile, "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have a trustworthy girlfriend." I tell her, leaning down to peck her lips. "But I know how you feel when Nita does what she does with me…it's just in reverse with Giovanni…" I explain.
"Oh…I so didn't see it like that, I'm sorry…" She states, running her hand into my hair, as she stands from the bed.
"It's fine, you know I love you, I know how you feel about me so... let's make some pasta." I encourage, nodding my head towards the direction of the kitchen.
She gives me a look like she knows this is unfinished, but shrugs it off anyway, as does Susan before stretching her arms up above her head. She seems like she's a bit amused by the conversation between Tris and I, but doesn't say anything, at least not until we're about to step through the doorway and start towards the kitchen.
"That. Was. Adorable." She says, but I think it's more for me to hear than Tris by the knowing look she gives me. She's enjoying my frustration a little too much.
Is she really that surprised of my being a little jealous? Everyone does at some point, right?
I can't help it that the girl I fell in love with happens to be extremely attractive and often gets a little more attention than I'd like. Sure, I get annoyed just thinking about the little prick, Giovanni. But I'm only human. They'd probably feel the same way if they were in my position. That's why I pointed out Nita and her actions.
As we make our way into the kitchen, I take a deep breath and will myself to stop thinking such negative thoughts; I don't want him putting me in a pissy mood, that's not like me.
I just have to remind myself; he's not here with Tris, I am. And I'm the one lucky enough to draw even more pleasurable noises from that gorgeous mouth of hers. I smile at the thought of that.
The kitchen is quiet and unoccupied, all except for the sound of the refrigerator running. I'm glad it seems to just be the three of us, but I decide to make enough food for everyone if they come home and want some. Zeke always seems to have an appetite, especially when he comes home smelling home-cooked food. I swear he seems to smell it a mile away.
I decide we need some background music, so I go turn on the stereo. One I've got my phone connected and on shuffle, I set it at a quiet enough volume so that Tris and Susan can still talk.
They've taken over the barstools at the kitchen counter, so I kiss the crown of Tris' head as I walk by them and towards the cupboard with all the pots and pans. I listen in as they make plans for tomorrow, and catch-up on what's going on in LA.
Once I've got the spaghetti noodles boiling and the tomato basil sauce simmering, I rinse my hands before drying them on the kitchen towel, which I lay over my shoulder as I get started on the Cesar salad. I'm grating a block of Parmesan cheese when I hear the front door open and Zeke shuffle in loudly, his workout sneakers making their unmistakable squeaky noise as he makes his way down the hall.
"Honey, I'm home." He teases when he sees me cooking in the kitchen. He comes up and plants a loud playful kiss on my cheek, which I pull away from and try to avoid, but I can't help but laugh, which he follows up with a wink at Susan and Tris.
"And hello pretty ladies, how are you this fine evening? I'll have to give you hugs in a few minutes when I'm not all sweaty." He greets with a wide smile before peering around me to see what I'm making. I lean away slightly to avoid his sweatiness and to avoid any more potential kisses, but I do at least let him get a glance at what I'm doing.
"Mmm...that smells good." He says, his stomach loudly agreeing on cue.
"Yeah, yeah. Now scoot from the kitchen please, you're crowding me." I say once he's eyeballed long enough.
"Fine. But that looks like more than three portions..." He says with his fingers pointing to the three of us, his face lighting up as he sees me start to nod in agreement with him.
"Trust me, I'm making plenty."
"Plenty of what?" Nita asks, suddenly standing in the kitchen doorway as well. I didn't even hear her come in.
"Spaghetti." I reply, "I decided to make dinner for Tris and Susan, but I was just telling Zeke there will probably be extra. Same goes if you and your sister want some too. I think she's in your bedroom." I explain, doing my best to remain cordial. Besides, the likeliness of her actually having some of this food is low since she's so petrified of carbs. But I really did make plenty if they end up wanting some. I guess I get that from Tris, she often cooks a feast so that everyone is fed.
Nita nods appreciatively to my offer, like she's touched by the sentiment and is truly enticed by the meal, although she still looks hesitant. "Thank you, I am pretty hungry...I've had a really long day. I'm going to freshen up first though, and say hi to my sis."
She smiles and heads toward her bedroom, squealing "Sissy!" along the way, which we then hear being echoed a moment later once Bianca hears her.
I roll my eyes, not stopping from my task at hand. But I'm glad she's been a bit more manageable lately. Maybe manageable isn't the right word...more tolerable? Professional? Either way, I think it helped that I cleared some things up publicly during that interview, and during the post-interview meeting I had with Nora, along with Nita and her publicist. I'm all about being amicable, and if anything, at least appearing to get along with each other to the public. I'm an easygoing guy, or at least I'd like to think so. But it was obvious we needed to have firmer boundaries and get some things straight when it comes to all this gossip and her encouraging it. I know it's not completely unavoidable, but I needed her and her people to be on the same track. Maybe we just scared her into backing off.
I wonder though, if whatever little conversation Tris had with Nita, may have helped too. She seems genuinely more respectful towards Tris since then, at least for Nita's standards. At least she seems to be trying.
Tris shares a smile and knowing look with me, letting me know she's glad I'm playing nice.
"You making garlic bread too? Cause if you're not, you should." Zeke suggests, holding up the loaf of French bread I set down off to the side. He begins tossing it from one hand to the other while he waits for my answer.
"Already on it," I reply, holding up the garlic without even looking at him. "I hadn't started it yet since I'm waiting for the oven to pre-heat." When I notice him playing with the bread though, I snatch it from him and place it on the counter. "Stop playing with the food." I laugh.
"Hey, it's still wrapped in paper."
I look at him over my shoulder, "Do you want garlic bread or not?"
"Yeah I do..." He says with a grin, sounding and acting more like Joey Tribiani than ever. He then pats me roughly on the back in his brotherly way, before tossing his gym bag back over his shoulder. "I'm gonna go shower, but I'll be quick."
I smile and roll my eyes again, glancing up to find a still amused Tris and Susan.
"This would make for an interesting reality show..." Susan says, resting her chin on her hand as she watches everything around her with rapt attention.
Tris laughs before playfully scolding her friend, "No, don't you suggest that too!"
I pour them each a glass of red wine and they continue to chat, involving me in conversation every so often, although I'm mostly concentrating on dinner. I forget how nice it is to cook sometimes, being out and about so often, I tend to take it for granted.
They talk all about our time here so far, and what we've liked best about filming here so far. Then they talk about all the things they want to cram in this week before Susan leaves.
By the time dinner is ready, Zeke has joined us again, now smelling squeaky clean as he told us. We serve everything buffet style and take our plates to the patio where the table and chairs are.
They seem to enjoy the food as they dig in, so I'm glad I didn't screw anything up too bad. I may not be a terrible cook, but I have definitely burnt a thing or two before.
"This is so good." Tris compliments, twirling her second bite around her fork.
"Yeah, your man can cook." Susan agrees.
"It's like, two ingredients." Zeke jokes before taking a gigantic bite.
"Shut the fuck up, I don't see you complaining about it," I chuckle, watching him practically inhale his food, "and it's a few more ingredients than that. This is the homemade tomato sauce Tris taught me how to make, it has like... at least 6 ingredients." I say, confirming in my head what the simple but delicious recipe calls for. I don't know why I always get stuck in this silly banter with him.
"No wonder it tastes so damn good, it was really created by her!" Zeke chides, playfulness dancing in his eyes before he winks at my girlfriend.
"I'm more than happy to give her the credit, I'd be using jarred sauce if it weren't for her." I add, grinning at Tris. She tries to hide her smile as she rolls her eyes, and the look she gives me after is so precious. It does nothing but encourage my desire to kiss her, so I do. I lean over and give her a quick peck before getting back to my own pasta.
Nita and Bianca join us shortly after, and thankfully conversation continues to flow smoothly, but so does the vino. We end up talking about various things, such as the pub around the corner that we've yet to try, or when it came to us playfully arguing about which Doctor (of Doctor Who) is the best, before eventually getting into a game of 'Cards Against Humanity'.
Which thankfully with the slight buzz from the alcohol, is even more entertaining than I expected. We all end up laughing so hard that I wonder if we'll get noise complaints from the tenants below. Is it bad that I enjoyed watching Tris get teary eyed? I definitely don't like to see her cry, but when it's out of hysterical laughter, it's freakin' cute.
Even Nita seems to be involved and having a good time. I don't know if I'm surprised or not, but having Bianca around her seems to have brought her silly side out a bit more, which is nice. It's like they're actually just hanging out with us as friends, versus feeling obligatory and having that underlying awkwardness.
Not to say Bianca isn't any less outgoing, or loud, or open with everything she's thinking verbally. But her candor reminds me more of Christina than Nita. She seems to have more of the 'no bull-shit' attitude, rather than her sisters usual seemingly fake one.
So I'm glad hanging out with the two of them like this isn't as unpleasant as expected. I'd say Tris, Susan and Zeke would agree by their jovial smiles as well. Although he might just appreciate her more because of the belching contest Bianca had with him, to which Nita seemed slightly mortified. But it seemed that she loosened up when she saw it didn't faze us. She actually ended up giggling along, even if it was with an eye roll at their expense.
Later, we decide to pop in a movie and once again, everyone joins in a heap in the living room.
Zeke takes one of the deep cushiony chairs, Nita and Bianca take one couch, and Tris curls up between Susan and I on the other identical couch. With an exception to the Paolos sisters, this arrangement reminds me of watching movies at Tris' house that first time, which I like. It's nice to take it easy and do normal things, considering we've been working so many long days.
As the previews before the movie play and Zeke attempts (and fails) to figure out how to fast-forward them, I bury my nose in Tris' hair and kiss her there, loving her scent. She smiles and looks up to me, kissing my t-shirt clad shoulder before leaning her head on it. I entwine our hands, just to feel that much closer to her.
"This is supposed to be funny, we'll see what these judges say." Zeke comments as we see Seth Rogen appear on the screen.
"Yes! Franco is in this too! Can you just imagine how awesome it would be to nibble on his butt cheek...?" Bianca says out loud to everyone randomly as she gets situated. "Have any of you met him before?" She then asks, as if remembering we're all actors in the room with her. "I bet he's just as hot in person, but he's probably such a goofball-" She adds, not really expecting or caring to hear an answer to her questions before she turns her attention back to the screen, her feet propped up on the table now.
Thankfully their chattering dies down throughout the movie so that we can actually hear it. It turns out to actually be quite a funny movie, and the girls seemed to enjoy it too as they giggled throughout. Although I think that was encouraged by the several bottles of wine the group of us seemed to have consumed. So I'm not surprised to find my girlfriend become a bit tipsy, which she doesn't do often.
Halfway into the second movie, Zeke's phone shakes me awake. I don't think I was quite sleeping, but I was almost about to doze off. I look and see Susan and Bianca are both fast asleep, and Tris' eyes are droopy, but she's fighting to stay awake and see the screen. I can't tell if Nita is awake as her face is angled away from mine. But I'm feeling tired too, and know they'd probably like to get to bed since they have a big day ahead of them tomorrow. Thankfully I don't think they'll have hangovers, as they didn't have that much. Just a good buzz, so it seemed.
When Zeke answers his phone in a whisper, I decide to whisper in Tris' ear. "You ready for bed?"
She nods, her tired eyes looking up at me. "Yeah, I'm tired." She confirms in a whisper, then leans forward and stretches her back.
"Shall we wake her or let her sleep here?" I ask, nodding towards her friend.
She shakes her head, "Nah, she won't be comfortable out here on the couch. I'll shake her awake and get her to bed, she'll fall back asleep just fine." She says before yawning.
Then just as explained, she leans over and gently shakes her friend awake. Susan stretches similarly to Tris before getting up and murmuring her goodnight to everyone, then seems to make her way to the room she's staying in, which was Tris' originally assigned room. Nita does the same with Bianca and the rest of us retire to bed as well. I can tell Zeke is happy to go speak to his wife anyway, so I don't feel like we're ditching him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to cut the night short. You guys can keep watching." He tries saying, holding his hand to cover the mouthpiece temporarily.
"No worries man, we're ready for bed anyway, they were all falling asleep." I say and tell him goodnight before shooing him off to speak with his woman before making sure everything is locked up and most of the lights are off. I feel like the father of the house, making sure everyone is off to bed before securing the home and heading to bed myself. I must be feeling the wine a little too, I think to myself as I grab my phone off the coffee table. I also grab Tris' for her since she left it on the couch.
When I get to our bedroom, I lock the bedroom door behind me, figuring Susan will knock if she needs us for anything. But when I see Tris preparing for bed, she doesn't seem quite as tired as she was just a few minutes ago. As I undress down to my boxers, I notice she's leaning in the bathroom doorway, brushing her teeth. But I also very obviously notice she's only wearing a large t-shirt, one of mine, might I add, which hangs off one of her shoulders. I love it.
Her beautifully stiff nipples stand at attention, perking up through the soft white cotton just visible in between the tendrils of her hair that hang down her chest in waves. My cock begins to stir immediately and her eyes flick to my lower region. She points at my boxers and the shakes her finger, as if telling me "NO".
I'm confused at first, but then she pulls the toothbrush from her mouth as she pulls her hair back and to the side with her free hand, before turning back into that bathroom to spit into the sink and rinse her mouth out. After she's satisfied, she looks at me in the reflection of the mirror, smirking as she catches me checking out the bottom swell of her ass that peeks out.
"Boxers off." She says, now making me realize why she was shaking her finger at them.
I happily do as I think she says, and remove my boxer-briefs. They were constricting me anyway.
As I make my way through the doorway, her palms flatten on my chest and she pushes me back toward the bedroom.
Her gaze darts up to meet mine from where she was taking in the sight of my manhood, and she's got that beautiful heat in her eyes that I know all too well. I'm glad to see she's got the same thing in mind...not quite ready for sleep tonight. Thank goodness these walls are thick and were in our own little wing of the apartment!
When the back of my knees hit the bed, she pushes me onto it with a small giggle. I vaguely register how cold the material is against my bare back, but I could care less right now. I love the way she looks me up and down in appreciation, her opinion having become the only one that matters to me. Sure, some may call me a celebrity, or imply that I'm good-looking. But everyone has their flaws and their insecurities. So if she didn't find me attractive or find me to be a good partner, I don't know what I'd do.
But thankfully she gives me no doubts, with the way she unabashedly licks her lips and locks eyes with me again as she saunters forward to close the distance between us, her mouth lifting on one side to show me one of the sexiest smiles she's ever given me.
As I go to sit up to meet her halfway, eager to kiss her, she holds her index finger up to stop me, still holding that sexy little smirk. She presses her finger to my lips and I manage to kiss her digit briefly before she trails it down my chin, down the length of my throat and onto my chest, which is now heaving- before she continues to drag it down lower and through the golden brown trail of hair that leads down to my groin. Her movements are so soft and slow; the anticipation is driving me wild.
When she gets low enough, she swirls her fingertips around my groin area, never quite touching my penis as it stands hard and upright...so close to her mouth and fingers, as she watches every movement and twitch I make with rapt attention. She likes teasing me.
Her fingers slide down until they're cupping and tickling my sack, the feeling so pleasurable that I can't help release a heavy sigh, a noise that sounds of complete and utter relief. My eyes threaten to close in pleasure, but I manage to keep them open so that I can watch what she does next.
"I love you," She whispers when she locks eyes with me, her smile soft as she leans forward to lick my tip gently, not breaking eye contact.
"I love you too." I reply earnestly, reaching down to place my hand on her cheek.
She kisses my palm before saying, "I'm so glad I get to do this." Then she again swipes her tongue up the under side of my shaft. I love hearing her say all of these words, and the feel of her deft little tongue have me so hard that I'm finding it difficult not to lose control all over her face. I can't decide if I should let her continue doing what she's doing, since it feels so damn good, or if I want her to come climb on top of me so I can bury myself into her like my cock is also begging to do.
I get lost in the sensations as she begins bobbing her head up and down, her sweet mouth engulfing me so sublimely.
Sitting up more, I finally warn her, "Baby, I'm getting close."
She looks up at me, her eyes smiling more than her mouth since its still immersed with my manhood.
Even in the darkness, I can make out every detail of her face, not to mention the oversized sleep shirt that bared her legs from upper thigh to feet. Is it too much to hope that she was wearing nothing underneath? I can't quite tell with the way she's propped on her knees.
She sucks up and down a couple more times before she pulls away and looks at me questioningly, her dominant attitude softening for a moment as she asks me, "Are you tired? You can cum in my mouth if you want...or do you want me to fuck you?" She breaths obviously turned on as well and seemingly hoping for the latter.
I reassure her by pressing my forehead to hers and looking her in the eyes, breathing the same space as her as I urgently whisper my response, "Fuck me, please. I've got to be inside you."
Her sharp intake of breathe echos throughout the room and she gulps before standing fully, and smiling excitedly. She doesn't look away as she reaches down and starts to slowly inch the shirt up her thighs.
She tosses it aside, and thanks to the absence of panties, I have a straight on view of her pussy that's glistening with wetness, so fucking beautiful.
Mouth suddenly dry, I continue to watch with rapt fascination as she slides a finger through her folds, dragging out her arousal and spreading it further up and around her clit.
Stepping forward and climbing onto the bed with me, she straddles my lap. But she continues to touch herself, leaving herself a few inches away from my cock, which stands at attention ready and waiting. My hands slide up her sides and back down, loving the feel of her hips and ass in my hands. But I reach between us, taking myself in hand and rubbing myself along her, teasing her back. Well, it's really teasing both of us.
She moans in reply and bucks her hips slightly, but she manages to avoid me from sliding in, that teasing smile still on her face, although its faltering the more I tease her back with the swirling of my eager cock-head along her opening.
"Fuck, you're so sexy-" But before my next breath, she's on me.
Tris wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers, I barely manage to suck in a quick breath before our lips meet, hard and wet. Her fingers slide into my hair, tilting my face for better access. By now, her position more easily allows me to prod at her core, her mouth moving onto my neck, licking and nipping a trail towards my shoulder.
She sits up more then, sinking down onto me so deliciously that I have to control myself from coming immediately. I don't want things to progress quite so fast. Every suck, every scrape of her teeth against my skin had been pushing me closer and closer to the edge. If I'm going to last, we need to slow it down a little.
One of my hands find purchase on her hips again, the other reaching up to brush a lock of hair from her forehead, before I let my fingers caress down the side of her face.
"You feel so good..." She whimpers, sliding up and down on me. I can't help the throaty groan; unable to look away from the intensity of her eyes, the love she's showing me through them.
"So do you...my stamina has never been tested so much as it has with you my love." I tell her and drive myself a little deeper as I meet her thrusts, her eyes falling shut in pleasure at the feeling.
I dip my face to take one of her nipples into my mouth before nuzzling my face between them. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she watches me, and I smile up at her lazily, so wrapped up in the erotic feeling and sight of her writhing rhythmically above me.
Her breaths grow rapid, and she leans forward with me as I lay back fully into the pillow, my hands now palming her underneath and helping to lift her hips up and down.
Breathy pants fill the space between us and by the looks of her hazy and unfocused expression, she's hovering close to something great too. Her movements are beginning to falter. So I pull her forward again, and somewhat rapidly raise my hips to a rhythm I'm hoping will bring her to her peak.
The pulse in her neck draws my mouth in like a magnet and my lips seal around her soft skin and suck hard, causing her to moan into the pillow my head rests on. "Tobias, yes, I'm...oh my gosh..." she pants as she begins to clench beautifully around me.
I couldn't hold on much longer even if tried, the tingling sensation at the root of my cock nearly numbing my legs as my balls draw up tight, ready to burst. The sounds of our hips meeting, our slick skin slapping, it all feels too good; she just takes over all my senses in the most incredible ways. Needing to feel the connection as we both crash over the edge, our lips collide in another scorching kiss.
With one last urgent stroke, I'm done for. Tris holds my face close to hers as she rides out the aftershocks of her own orgasm, her little noises drawing mine out even more than expected.
We don't move for a long while, although I have the presence of mind to shift the bulk of my weight off to the side so as not to crush her. My arm is slung over her chest as my thumb absent-mindedly traces the underside of her breast. I love lying in the nude with her.
She turns her head and I tilt my face towards hers, her lips finding mine in a tender kiss. It's sweet and unhurried, and full of love. When she pulls back, she smiles softly at me. "I love you," she says sleepily, before tucking her head against my chest.
"Mmm," I murmur amorously, "I love you too." My arms fit around her and hold her close, my lips lingering on her forehead, "so much."
"Did you ever find out who texted you? It might be important." She reminds me, referring to the alert my phone made during the movie, which I had decided to ignore at the time.
"No, I forgot." I say reaching over real quick to check it and make sure it's not important.
I see it's from my publicist, so I open it real quick, praying it's good news or at least maybe just a simple question, and not some crap about more rumors or something.
Nora: Want to head to NY after filming in Paris? SNL wants you to host! This would be great for you...but think about it and let me know. See you in a couple days!
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