As Rob was going out with his Mum the day after that, to spend some time with her, I got ready to go out and meet the Girls. I put on a cream, flowered patterned top, with a small bow around the front, which looked really pretty.
I put on skinny jeans, white converses, and a pretty, cream scarf that I liked. It was really warm out today, but it was only a thin scarf, and it was almost like a summer one. The top was very pretty; almost like something that Alice from twilight would wear.
It was very pretty, ladylike, and formal, but still not too dressy either. It was similar to what I had started to wear whilst dating Rob, and was really pretty. I had lunch with the Girls, who decided to be silly…well Rachael did anyway, and messed about in the local park; splashing water at me.
I instantly began to feel cold, and I went back home to go and get changed. I went upstairs, and after having a shower, quickly wrapped one of Rob's all too big shirts around me, as all my clothes were in the wash, even though I had enough of them.
I heard the door unlock downstairs, and Rob's footsteps, telling me that he was alone by himself. I tip-toed onto the landing, not expecting him to see me, as I thought he had walked into the kitchen…I was wrong.
He was stood at the bottom of the stairs, checking the mail that had come through the door today, and his eyes darted upwards as soon as he heard my small murmur of my feet on the wooden landing, and automatically widened in shock.
I froze on the landing in shock automatically, and his eyes darted down to the huge, black shirt that I had on around me. My cheeks flushed with bright red even though he didn't look too disgusted with me yet.
His eyes found mine again, and they shimmered in delight. I blushed an even brighter red, and watched as he called me to him, by his right hand. I shakily took the stairs to him, careful of my steps on the slippery, white marbled stairs.
As soon as I had reached him, his eyes raked my body again, and as soon as he had caught sight at how short the shirt was on my legs, he dropped the letters to the floor; his mouth parting slightly in shock. I blushed red, right until the point that I thought I was going to faint.
He pushed me hard against the marble wall then, his body finding mine as soon as his lips had. I gasped in shock, but his hands were already roaming my body eagerly, before pushing me up the wall, so that my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist on their own accord.
I felt how rock hard he was, though I was sure that that couldn't have just been at the sight of me like this. I looked a mess; wavy, dark hair running down my shoulders, one of his huge shirts, that looked even bugger around my small frame, and with no make-up on either.
''Fucking beautiful,'' he mumbled against the middle of my throat, as he gently sucked and kissed my neck and throat. ''You are so fucking beautiful; especially looking like this.'' He added, making me shudder, pleased.
Because I could tell by his voice, thick and absolutely raw with need; that he meant every single word of it. He gave me a love bite on the top of my chest, so that it wouldn't be too obvious. He was already on his way to undressing me, as he stumbled his way up the stairs, practically jogging through to the bedroom, in his eagerness.
I was too busy undoing his shirt buttons, whilst he threw his shirt over my head and onto the floor; pausing to lay me onto the bed. I watched as he undressed himself to his boxers without my help, so that we were both just in our underwear.
I thanked my use of knowledge for putting on a flimsy, black bra on, and tiny, boy-short style panties. It was worth it when he shuddered from above me, after laying himself on top of me carefully. His hand trailed quickly past my legs, and he practically ripped away my underwear, leaving me gasping in shock, and half-naked, still with my bra on; panting for more. I watched as he took me in properly; knowing that I was simply glistening for him, ready for him.
''Fucking hell Charlie…you're absolutely…soaked…for me.'' He gasped out in shock, as though he couldn't quite believe it. I nodded, a small uh-huh escaping past my lips as I moaned out another breathe which I forgot that I was holding.
''Say you're mine,'' he begged, glaring up at me with lust filled eyes as he rubbed his fingers on my opening, teasing me. I bit down hard on my lower lip in pure, fantastic frustration. All I felt around me was perfect tension which I knew he would build up until I could take no more.
''I'm yours Rob…I'll never belong to anyone else.'' I promised, because it was true. How could I ever love anyone else but him? I just couldn't, it was impossible after all the love he had given me. Nobody else was good enough.
''Good…I love you.'' He whispered, satisfied with my answer. He entered two fingers into me urgently then making me moan in complete shock.
''I love you too Rob.'' I gasped out, still in shock as I thrust my hips off of the bed, and felt the connection grow deeper as I did. It felt so fucking good…I wasn't sure if I could even hold myself back for much longer.
''You feel…so good.'' He gasped out between panting, needing breathes. I moaned out in response, thrusting my body closer to him, because that was what I desperately needed; to be as close to him as possible.
I was connected to him in every way, but…I still didn't feel enough. I wanted him properly, inside of me. It was what I needed.
''Rob…you feel so good, but…I need…I need…I need you…properly…please.'' I begged him in desperation. He groaned and pulled his fingers from me, leaving me clinging to the edge, as he took his boxers off easily.
''I'm do glad you asked.'' He admitted honestly; sliding his legs out from his boxers, and throwing that onto the floor too.
He kissed me urgently, taking my face into his hands, and watching me with a beautiful, loving look on his face. ''I absolutely cant wait to marry you…to call you mine officially…I love you.'' He admitted sweetly before he gently guided himself into me.
We made love slowly, gently, allowing all our emotions to flood through moments like these, when we had time to ourselves. It was amazing that every time we made love, it felt different, new again, like it was our very first time.
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