Guess who's back? oh yeah, hello you guys. I know it's been a while (like around 6 months-but who's counting?), but here I am with another update. I'm so sorry for the long wait.
This will be shorter than the past few updates, but it's the best I can do at the moment. I was going to wait some more before I update so I'd have a longer chapter, but then I know you guys have already waited so much, so I thought, that whatever the length is, at least there's still an update. I hope you think the same, and if not then I'm really sorryyyyy. I'll try better next time.
Unbeta-ed, apologies for the mistakes.
Chapter Twelve
January melted into February, and the temperatures dropped further, enveloping the city in a bone-seeping coldness, though the snow was yet to make an appearance. It was something that honestly disappointed Cora, for she had looked forward to it, always had, with it being the highlight of her year before she'd met Robert (for now every moment she spent with him, honestly felt like the highlight of the year).
She'd love to spend every moment with him, despite the fact that it made her cringe just how clingy she'd become.
The last weeks of the month had been devoted to the last minute preparations for Rosamund's wedding, though, much to Robert's apparent consternation (he'd groused to her about it almost every day for the past few weeks).Rosamund had taken into asking for Cora's help, often asking Cora to go out with her and help her check some last minute things and make some decisions about the wedding. Robert had grumbled and grumbled about at least giving his girlfriend to prepare for the semester, but Cora assured him and Rosamund that it was okay. And really, it was, she was happy to help Ros, as much as she could. And, really, honestly, she was elated that Rosamund trusted her enough for this, loved spending time with her boyfriend's sister, and that she was bonding with Ros, because at least it meant that there was someone in Robert's family who actually liked her for her, and not because she was the daughter of some business tycoon or was just tolerating her because she was Robert's girlfriend, or if not that, at the very least, didn't know what to do with her.
"I want to bond with her, Robert. She's your sister and I want to be friends with her. It so happens that she wants to be friends with me too. I know it takes a lot of our time together, but aren't you at least pleased?" she'd said one day as he lounged in his bed, watching her as she scrambled to get ready for a coffee run with Rosamund who had needed to settle some last minute things with her caterers as her guest list seemed to expand more and more. Cora pulled her black skinny jeans up her legs, shimmying it over her hips and buttoning it closed. She grabbed her top from the bed and pulled it up and over her head, giving the still pouting Robert a raise of her eyebrow.
Robert groaned and held his hands up in surrender. "I am pleased, of course I am pleased," he said, putting his hand down and moving down to the edge of the bed where Cora was sitting, pulling on her boots. Robert slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, halting her movements and making her smile (though she hid that one from him, not wanting him to be too smug about the effect he has on her). "I'm really happy that my sister likes you a lot and that you spend a lot of time together to bond...but I miss you." He moved the stray strands of her short hair to the side and started lining down kisses down her nape. She let out a soft moan enjoying the sensation, and spurring him on.
She should really stop him, should really, really not let him do those delicious things he's doing to her, she's going to be late for her meeting with Rosamund, but for the life of her, she really cannot find the strength to do that.
She missed him, too, missed his lips against hers, against her skin. She missed cuddling with him on the sofa, mindlessly watching movies, missed just sitting beside him and basking in his presence, missed hanging on the couch and sitting with his arms around her, and most of all, she missed having him inside her. They had still been spending time together, had been alternating between staying over her apartment and his house, but they'd usually be so tired at the end of the day that by the time they would finish dinner and go to bed, the only thing they do was actually sleep. They'd have free days and make love, but that had been far and few in between, and it's just a little disappointing because they should literally still be in the honeymoon phase right now.
Her thoughts came to a screeching halt when Robert started to suck down on the column of her throat, teeth scraping against her succulent flesh. She tilted her head to the side and moaned, the soft sound causing Robert to pull her closer and hold her tighter. She felt him fiddle with the buttons of her jeans, and she lifted her pelvis to help him before they both removed her boots and she felt him ease her pants down her hips, off her legs. Her top was next to go and on the floor it went. She really should urge him to stop, tell him no and leave to go meet Rosamund, but she couldn't remember why, not when he's hard and taut under her bottom, not when he's kissing down her body like a man staved and she's the buffet. Words got stuck in her throat when he tugged at her nipples and bit down on her skin where he knew had her putty in his hands.
He turned her around until she was facing him, straddling his lap, sans her shirt, bra, and jeans. He, however, was still much clothed, so she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over him before he attacked her mouth with his kisses, eliciting another moan from deep within her, making her move her hips against his, trying to rub herself further against him to relieve the pressure that had started building on her clit. His hands fell to her waist, gripping them to help her move against the growing bulge inside his pants.
They'd found a rhythm that had both their arousal sky-rocketing, had them moaning and groaning against each other's mouth as their kiss deepened when a sharp ringing surprised them and jolted them apart.
"What the fuck," Robert cursed, eyes popping and grip tightening around her waist as he brought her forward on his lap so she wouldn't fall flat on her ass to the ground.
The ringing continued and Cora fumbled off of her boyfriend's lap to fish her phone from where it had fallen under the bed. And much to Robert's obvious chagrin, Cora took the call, placing the little device against her ear without checking the caller id. She barely caught her breath, but that didn't matter now.
"Hello?" she said to the receiver, sounding a little winded even to herself. She breathed deeply and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to regain some control over her breathing (and her hormones really).
"Hi, Cora dear, it's Ros," the other person said through the line and Cora's eyes widened before she scrambled to pick up her jeans and shirt from where they landed when Robert had thrown off haphazardly. "I'm at the cafe."
Well, shit.
"Um, yeah, Ros," she stumbled, looking for an excuse that did not involve her admitting that she'd been humping her boyfriend, who also just happened to be Ros's brother. She tried and failed to hook her bra behind her so she moved towards Robert and stood in front of him, indicating that he help her with it (which he did, but not before he exhaled in annoyance). "I'll be there. I'm just about to leave the house."
Thankfully, the cafe was near Robert's house.
"Alright," Ros said pleasantly. "I'll see you then."
Cora agreed and ended the call. She hurried on to get dressed, ignoring the look that Robert was giving her. When she finally did look up at him, he was pouting at her. She smiled and walked back to where he was sitting, standing in front of him and letting him wrap his arms around her. She bent down to kiss his lips.
"'I'm sorry," she murmured. "Rain check? I promise I'll be back early?"
Robert sighed, pulling her body closer until his nose is buried onto the fabric of her shirt and resting his head against her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair, occasionally letting her nails scrape through his scalp, feeling him press to her stomach against the fabric.
"Take care of yourself," he muttered and then sighed again, shoulders deflating. "Come home early."
Home. That sounded just right to her.
"I promise," she said, smiling, as she bid him goodbye.
...
Robert had had enough of his sister stealing his girlfriend away from him and her monopolizing Cora's time. Yes, it pleased him greatly that they get along swimmingly, but the amount of time they spend together now had gotten ridiculous. Robert could barely remember when the last time he had Cora to himself, and those nights they spend together sleeping side by side was wonderful, but they simply do not count.
Maybe, he should do something nice for her...perhaps a nice romantic dinner would do, just to get them back on track, to get them back to where they were before Rosamund became a third wheel to their relationship. Maybe it was just exactly what they needed to find their way back into each other's lives, to spice things up, instead of it being just comfortable—not that there was anything wrong with being comfortable and familiar...but they should not be there just yet. Or at least, he didn't think so. He wanted them to be back to the honeymoon phase—to enjoy each other while they still could.
Besides, it would be nice to do something sweet for Cora, for a change. He hadn't done much of that, definitely had not done it often. He was sure, though, that a sweet little gesture would go a long way for her. Cora was definitely sentimental and took delight in the littlest things—just another thing he loved about her.
And, really, a chance to spoil his girlfriend should never go astray in his opinion.
With his mind set, he picked up his phone and called the right people to set something up for Cora. It didn't have to be so big, just something thoughtful and something that he knew she would enjoy. As it was, he was ready to move mountains for her, and though he knew she'd appreciate it regardless, he also knew that Cora thrived on the simpler things in life, and so that he shall give her.
It was two hours later that Cora arrived home, face flushed from the cold but high in spirits. She greeted him with a kiss when she entered the house and he held her, for just a little while, making her sigh and smile before he let her go, and told her get out of her coat and get dressed.
A frown turned her lips down. "Robert, if you'd wanted us to go out, you could have just met me somewhere," she said, though it wasn't a protest, merely a suggestion of fact.
He smiled at her and shook his head. "We aren't going out," he'd told her, and chuckled when her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up at him in confusion. "Not exactly. Just go up and get dressed. I have something waiting for you on the bed."
Without another word and just a soft kiss, she acquiesced and went up the stairs to do as he said. When she came back down, he was star struck. She was wearing a simple black dress with her back bare, covered only by a sheer, see through material. It stuck to her like second skin but fell away at the waist, becoming fuller and swishy. He made a mental note to thank his secretary for that one. He had her coat in her arm and her black pumps on her feet. Her hair was windblown and gorgeous, and she seemed to retouch her lipstick and eyelashes but nothing more (not that he'd know), but either way she looked so gorgeous, so breathtaking that he found himself slackjawed and unable to say anything.
Her smile was the best part, was always her best accessory, and as she descended down the stairs, it seemed to grow brighter, she seemed to glow even more, and Robert couldn't really do anything but bask in her beauty and mentally thank the heavens that she was just blind enough to date an ugly bloke such as himself. It was always a source of wonder.
"Thank you," Cora gushed as she walked down the step right into his waiting arms, and even then he found it difficult to speak. There were so many words he wanted to say, so many words jumping at him to describe her, to describe this perfect moment, yet all he could do was stare at her in awe. "I thought we weren't going out?"
Robert shook himself off of his reverie and smiled down at her, holding her close and dropping a kiss on her forehead. "No," he'd said, smiling. "We aren't going out, but I do have a surprise for you."
"Hmm," she hummed, sounding hopeful, doubtful and excited all at once and he smiled.
"You're so beautiful," he'd murmured against her ear before kissing her soundly. She kissed him back happily, wrapping her arms around his neck. When they pulled away, he turned her so she was facing away from him and covered her eyes with his hands. "Come on then gorgeous, it's time for your surprise."
Robert shouldn't be surprised when Cora just leaned into him, letting him lead her out, but somehow he still was. The fact that she seemed to be so trusting of him, seemed to believe him that he wouldn't let her fall—which he promised himself he would never do, to disappoint her and let her fall without catching her.
He stopped just right at the door that led to the yard, smiling as he stared at the work before him. So he might have gone a little bit overboard, but then, he didn't always surprise his girlfriend, so he had an excuse. With a grin, he pulled his hand away and waited for the gasp that escaped Cora's lips the moment her eyes landed on the scene before her.
"Robert!" she exclaimed with a wide grin. Tears glistened at her eyes, but she didn't seem to be crying, just very, extremely happy, and his heart swelled in his chest at the thought that he was the one who made that happen. "How?"
He'd had his backyard made into a winter wonderland, knowing how much Cora had been looking forward to the snow that she'd still not gotten yet. Robert himself had no clue how his people had made that happen but he had been so happy about the result that it didn't matter anymore. The amount he'd paid for it, didn't matter either. There was snow that blanketed every inch of the ground, and on each of the four corners of the area stood a pole that generated more snow. Said poles were wrapped in fairy lights, illuminating the dark night. In the middle of the winter wonderland was a table set for two, with the candles burning right in the middle of a floral centrepiece. It was truly beautiful, something he thought was fit for his beautiful Cora.
"Do you like it?" he asked her, looking at her with hope fluttering in his chest.
She threw her arms around him and kissed every bit of him that she could reach. "Like it?" she asked as though astounded and offended that he should have to ask. "Baby, I love it!"
His heart warmed as she said that. He was extremely happy at the fact that he made her happy, even with just a little gesture. He turned to her and reached for her coat, helping her shrug it on before putting his on. And then he took her hand and led her to the table, pulling her chair for her and helping her be seated before taking a seat himself.
She looked over at him through the candlelight, and he could see the shadows that streaked the contours of her face, making her even more beautiful. He reached out to hold her hand, squeezing it once, making her beam at him.
"You're so gorgeous," he breathed out, unable to take his eyes off of her.
She smiled at him even more, so bright, and he told himself that he'd do more things like this in a heartbeat as long as she directed that smile at him.
...
Cora could not remember ever feeling this happy, or loved, or even horny...
Well, actually she'd never ever in a billion years find the right words to explain how she was feeling at the moment, but god, it felt good. There had not been anyone who had ever thought of doing this for her, not before Robert, and not just to surprise her and make her smile, make her happy.
When she'd left to go meet Rosamund, she'd half expected Robert to just drag her up the bedroom and make love to her as they'd initially wanted to. She had definitely planned on just jumping him when she got back, but evidently her sweet boyfriend had other plans. He had, instead, surprised her with a date on a virtual winter wonderland since she'd been telling him how she had been looking forward to it. He did it all just to make her happy, to see her smile, and she could see in his eyes how genuinely pleased he was that she was happy.
Her heart fluttered in her chest. Robert might have difficulties telling her in words that he loves her, but he definitely makes it up in his actions.
She had never felt more loved.
And it made her want and need to make love to him skyrocket, triplicate to the point where she was about ready to suggest that they forgo the whole dinner so she could show him how thankful she was for the gesture. But of course, she wasn't really the one to let a good date night go to waste, so she stayed put, let him wine and dine her, smiling at him every so often because there was just no way for her to contain how happy she was.
By the time all their meals were cleared out, she was ready to jump on her boyfriend and make love to him all night long. But then he'd asked her to dance, snow on the ground be damned, and honestly, who was she to refuse?
So she took his hand and let him lead her to the imaginary dance floor, let him pull her close and had in fact pressed her body closer to his. He held her in his arms as Can't Help Falling In Love played on the background, reminding her of their first date where he, too, had gone all out to make the experience the best one she'd ever had.
She really could not ask for a better boyfriend.
She looked up at him smiled as her eyes met his. She could feel the love she felt for him thrumming through her veins, and she's almost afraid it would burst out of her chest. She knew it wasn't time yet, though everyday she felt as though she wanted nothing more than to tell him. But she wasn't entirely sure how he would react to it, and she's afraid she'd scare him off. She also knew that he felt the same way, but it didn't mean he's ready to admit that to her.
The thought brought disappointment to sit heavily on her chest, but she dispelled it with another thought. Robert might not be ready to say it, but he made up with it in his actions. Her smile dazzled at the thought, and suddenly (though not entirely surprising) she had the biggest urge to just kiss him silly, kiss him until the morning, until they were out of breath and the world beyond disappears into nothing as they wrap each other in one another's arms.
She wanted him.
Pressing her lips against the skin at the base of his neck and working her way upwards, she pulled him in more, leaving not even a breadth of space between them. She nibbled at his earlobes while she felt his hand coast down her back, landing on her bottom and holding the cheeks in his palm.
"Take me upstairs, Robert," she murmured against his ear, letting his tongue peak out and lick against the soft, sensitive skin of his lobe. God she wanted him, wanted him so much.
And tonight she was going to show him just how much.
...
He did not need to be told twice. When he'd heard the words, his arms around her tightened before he pulled back and picked her up in his arms. She laughed, squealing lightly but letting him carry her to the bedroom, where he laid her down on the bed as he took his shirt off. His pants were next to follow, before he made quick work of her dress. He kissed every bit of skin exposed to him, revering the softness and breathing in her sweet smell. He took a moment to pull back and just stare at her. She was so beautiful, so enchanting, so breathtaking, and she was his...his to love, his forever.
"Robert," she whispers achingly, waking him up from his reverie. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, and he stared back down on her with a smile, feeling love course through his veins for this beautiful creature in his bed.
"You're so beautiful," he said, running his finger from her nose, down to the valley of her breast, to her navel, stopping to stroke the soft skin of her belly. He watched as she moved to sit up, bringing her hands to her back and unclasping her bra. She let it fall away to the side of the bed. "So beautiful," he repeated, moving down to hover over her.
He kissed her, letting the sweet taste that is Cora mixed with the wine invade his senses. He placed one of his hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer, while the other fell to her thighs, urging her to wrap it around his waist. Only his boxers and her thin scrap of lace panties separated them, but not for long, as he trailed his fingers up to the waistband of said panties and slowly pulled it down.
Once she was bare for him, he kissed down her neck, to her breasts, paying them ample attention that had her writhing and moaning under his teeth and tongue before he moved further south, until he was face level with her wet cunt. He moves a little bit, taking her leg and throwing it over his shoulder before licking her inner thighs. A moan escaped her lips, and he could feel himself harden even more to the sound. He didn't think it was even possible, at this point, he was so hard it almost hurt.
He pushed her legs apart a little bit more, before letting his tongue run down her leg to her inner thighs, down to where she is hot, wet and throbbing for him. Eagerly, he placed his mouth down on her core and sucked down on her clit, eliciting excited gasps and pleasured moans from her that egged him on. He sucked and lapped and nipped at her, until she's bucking her hips against his face, trying to get more. Her hands went to his hair and gave it a firm tug, then another, before she held him in place. There was nothing more in the world that Robert wanted more than to please Cora, and it was evident in the way that he used his teeth, tongue and mouth on her, endeavouring to make her come quicker. He moved his fingers to her opening, sliding them in before pumping in and out, in and out, in and out once more, and then she's coming, exploding in his mouth and hands, his name coming out as a scream from her lips.
He smiled against her wet centre, lapping her up, before moving up and looking at her-flushed, satisfied and sexy.
"Come here," she murmured, pulling him up until their face were level. She kissed him passionately, her tongue plunging into his before he could even begin to process what was happening. "Take me, Robert," she said, legs wrapping around his waist.
Of course, words were no longer necessary as he moved his hips to align with her sex, his face burying against the crook of her neck. Her hand fell to his back, holding him close and holding him tight. He moved against her with precision, like a musician fine tuning an instrument he's known for years. He knew exactly where to hit that had her toes curling, her heart racing, knew exactly what made her cum, and he had no shame in using all that knowledge to his advantage.
It isn't long until he's moving faster and harder, his thrusts were erratic and were designed to make them both cum as quickly as possible. He was near, and so was she, and he let his fingers fall to her clit, fondling it as he moved in a piston like speed inside of her.
"Robert, ungh," she groaned against his neck as her hips moved in tune with hers. "Yeah, baby, just like that."
He's lost at this point, his only goal to cum after or along with her, but he worried that he'd come before because she's just too hot, just felt too good for him. He needed not worry however because another hard thrust and then she's coming again, his name on her lips, and he's followed soon after with a rasp of hers against her skin.
It took a few more minutes for him to find the energy to roll over, but when he did, he brought her with him, and then he sighed, placing a kiss against her forehead, moving down to nuzzle his nose against her, before he was pulling her closer and they both drifted to sleep: sated, happy, and in love.
...
When she woke up, it was to Robert's lips upon her skin.
Her eyelashes fluttered and slowly her eyelids opened, welcoming the sight of her handsome boyfriend looking at her with happiness in his eyes and a charming smile. She lifted her hand and pressed her palm against his stubbled cheeks.
"Good morning," she rasped, a soft sleepy smile creeping up her lips. The sun was streaming through the windows, but it was low and light, meaning it was still early in the morning. Still much too early to be awake on a day that she didn't have morning classes, but never too early to see this beautiful sight greeting her.
She'd sacrifice a thousand early mornings just to see him smiling over her like he was right now.
"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, voice soft and gravelly. He just woke up, it seemed, but he still looked so beautiful to her—as dishevelled as he was. "Have you had a good kip?"
She nodded as she stretched. It felt good as the kinks and sore muscles were eased. "Someone kept me up last night," she teased, chuckling. She might have lost some sleep but it had been all for a good cause. Somewhere along the night, Robert had rolled over with a hard on that poked against her hip, and it had been the start of another love making session, and another, and another before they'd finally succumbed to sleep. "I didn't think anyone could go that much."
Robert chuckled as he began peppering kisses down her cheeks, to her jaw, to her neck, stopping only when he reached the tops of her breasts to look at her. "When you've been as deprived as much as me, you'd suddenly find the stamina you never knew you had," he responded cheekily with a wink, making her laugh.
Her laugh turned into a moan when he licked at her nipple and then bit it softly, sucking it right after. He paid it ample attention before moving to its twin, and it had her arching her back against his mouth. She could feel wetness pooling between her thighs and she presses them together to get some much needed pressure. It was ridiculous because she was already so wet, and though her breasts wer extremely sensitive, she usually needed more to be ready.
Not today, it seemed.
Robert moved his hand down her body until he's parting her thighs and then he's stroking between them, her wetness coating his fingers. He grinned at her breast before he lifted his head in time with his fingers and licked at it, making her moan. It was certainly an image she wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon, or ever.
"Robert," she whispered. She didn't need much tonight, and she knew that since it's morning, he was ready to go. Though her muscles protested, she parted her thighs wider and led him where she needed him most.
He seemed to understand her need and he nodded, moving so he was bracing most of his weight on his knees and hands. He pushed inside her, his cock filling and stretching her, making her groan in satisfaction. She hadn't had the time to contemplate, not that there was much to, before he was moving in and out of her, pumping his hard erection inside her cunt with tenderness that made her chest full with love and affection.
She grasped his biceps as she looked into his eyes. She could see it, could feel it, knew it—knew that whatever she was feeling, this love and connection, this was real.
And when he spilled inside her, right after she was screaming his name, and his head fell to the crook of her neck, his heartbeat thumping just underneath where hers was to one beat, she knew, she knew he felt it too.
A/N2: I hope you guys liked the smutty/fluffy update. It might not be the best, but I kinda tried my best, besides I kinda liked this chapter because our resident donk is being a cutesy donk. Let me know if you liked it too! Also, welcome me back in the reviews? :)