I walked back into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me, and found a pretty, black dress, with white flowers embroidered at the top and bottom of the dress, and looked really pretty, with cut, short sleeves.
I put the dress on, with a pair of black tights to match, and walked downstairs, to the kitchen, where I could hear small noises. I walked into the kitchen quietly, and looked around in absolute shock.
He had put red candles all over the kitchen, with a few on the dark, kitchen sides, and three, small candles on the kitchen table, where he had already put plates out on the side, ready for our meal. I smiled at him as he served up my favourite meal; spaghetti bolognaise. (With vegetarian bolognaise for me, of course)
''Wow.'' I said quietly, still in shock with how he had organized everything. It could be a waste of time, if Elizabelle woke up again, but I didn't care. Because it was a really nice thought, and the truth was, I was already missing Elizabelle a little.
The spaghetti bolognaise smelt absolutely lovely, and my stomach instantly rumbled quietly. The hospital food hadn't exactly been…nice. But then again, all hospital food is always a bit…disgusting, by every sense.
''I know that spaghetti's you're favourite, so I thought I'd treat you on you're first night back.'' Rob replied, putting the plates on the kitchen table, ready for us. I smiled at him, and followed him over to the table.
''Well thank you, everything looks…wow.'' I laughed, as I couldn't really think of a better word for it. ''You really didn't have to do all this, you know.'' I told him because it was true. He had put so much effort into tonight, with the candles too.
''Yes, I did. I think that my gorgeous wife deserves to be cooked a meal, by her equally gorgeous husband after surviving the hospital food.'' He said, making me laugh. He had gotten the bit about the gorgeous Husband right.
''Well…I agree with the Husband bit.'' I admitted, making him laugh as I sat down at the table, opposite him. I saw as I looked at Rob again, that he had changed into a more smarter white shirt, and black suit.
''You changed.'' I accused him even though I knew that he had already. He laughed in response to that.
''Guilty as charged.'' He admitted, as he poured us both a glass of champagne. ''But then…I had an excuse. Look how beautiful you look; I'd look a tramp compared to you if I stayed in my old clothes.''
I huffed in response. ''You're too nice for your own good, you know that.'' I warned him, because it was true.
He huffed back at me. ''It's true; you look absolutely beautiful tonight. More-so than usual if that's possible.'' He added, making me roll my eyes.
''Oh please, stop.'' I begged, feeling the blush warm up my cheeks in response. ''I'm blushing.'' I admitted, embarrassed. Rob noticed and laughed in response, making me blush an ever brighter red now.
Dinner was absolutely beautiful; more-so than it actually smelt if that was even possible. For pudding, we had strawberries and cream, which was my absolute favourite pudding of all time, and was absolutely delicious.
I watched him as he put the plates into the bowl, and I walked over to the sink, preparing to help him.
''No; I'll be doing this tomorrow morning, whilst you lie in.'' He warned me, making me roll my eyes in response. I was going to be doing no such thing if I had my way. I wasn't missing anything of Elizabelle's new life.
He poured us some more champagne; the second bottle, I noticed and handed me a glass, with a charming smile. I raised my eyebrows in response, and took his hand, following him out of the kitchen.
''You're not trying to get me drunk, are you Mr. Pattinson?'' I asked him in shock. He chuckled in response.
''Of course not, I'd never.'' He confirmed, trying to act innocent. I laughed in response, following him into the living room. I took a seat next to him on the sofa, taking in the candles settled around this room too, with the relaxing, chilled out music in the background.
He had put so much effort into tonight, that it kinda knocked me off my feet in shock. He watched me closely for a moment, before looking down at our hands, which were still entwined. I out my glass of champagne back on the table, and looked back to him.
''Did I mention that you look absolutely beautiful tonight?'' I asked him after I rested my head on his shoulder.
''Urm….I don't think you could. But I'm going to mention how stunning you look again.'' He commented, making me smile and blush in response.
''Oh, you're too nice.'' I told him, making him laugh in response.
''Just being honest.'' He confirmed.
''Hmm,'' I said, resting my head further into his warm embrace, and feeling his arms rest around me. I tipped my head back, so that I could see his face properly, because that overwhelming urge to kiss him again was overpowering me.
He looked at me, in time to see me leaning in slightly. He didn't pull away, as I rested my hands on the sides of his face, and I lowered my lips gently to his.
He kissed me back, his arms instantly tightening around me, as I climbed on top of him, and kissed him back with a slight more force than how he was kissing me.
He kissed me back with the same intensity that I was using with him, and I pulled my hands into the back of his hair; pulling his face more to mine, so that as our lips moulded together even more perfectly.
His hands roamed the sides of my body, causing me to moan in response, dying for this to finally happen again. He pulled away from my face, and trailed his lips to my neck, and sucked on my pulse point.
''Hmm Rob,'' I mumbled under my breathe, desperate to carry on. ''Don't…stop.'' I begged him desperately. He chuckled heavily under is breathe, but still pulled away; making me whimper in response.
''Sorry love, but I did buy you a film to watch, especially for you.'' He promised me, kissing me once more on my lips. I sighed, but gave in, and rested my head against his shoulder after he turned the DVD on.
The DVD was okay; a romance, with the usual sort of storyline, but within halfway through it, I decided that well…I wanted him and now. It had been six months since the last time that we had made love, which was ages ago.
So whilst Rob checked on Elizabelle, after she started crying; I ran upstairs, trying to be quiet, and slipped off my tights, and put on my stockings, deciding that hopefully this would tempt him a little more.
I went downstairs, and waited patiently for him to come downstairs, and tried to act normal as he put the film back on. But it was kinda hard, with my head resting against his arm, and the closeness of his body to mine.
It was getting darker in this room, now that evening was starting to come around, but I got up and poured myself some champagne. I brought myself some time as I drank that, but I made sure that as I sat down, you could see a small bit of my stockings.
And I couldn't help but smile as Rob noticed. ''You er…changed from your tights.'' He commented, clearing his throat quickly.
''Yeah, I was er…feeling a bit warm, and I thought the stockings would be appropriate.'' I lied…and badly at that.
''Oh, I bet you did.'' He disagreed with me, sounding somewhat frustrated. I struggled not to smile in response as the film continued.
''It's the truth. It's not my fault if you're having a hard time keeping your eyes on the film.'' I replied as innocently as I could, and I felt his body freeze next to me, in response to the last bit that I said.
I smiled, and carried on. ''Of course if you want to, we could always just turn it off now, and head upstairs-''
''-That's it!'' I didn't get time to look at him in shock, because he had already turned the television off, with his lips crashing into mine with what could only be described as pure fierceness.
I moaned against his lips in response, pulling my arms around his neck tight, and into the back of his glorious hair. His hands pulled away my dress, and rubbed below my panties, making me moan again in response.
''Upstairs now.'' He warned me in a rough voice, pulling me up with him, before I could say anything at all, and to the living room door with him. His lips were back on mine as we clambered up the stairs, in our eagerness to get to each other, and our panting breath filled the air as I struggled to take his suit off from his shoulders.
He helped me, pulling the sleeves away, and he threw the jacket on the floor as we entered our bedroom. I helped with his shirt buttons, tugging away the annoying material in the way of my hands, and that was on the floor in seconds too.
My hand found his glorious chest, and I pushed him back lightly onto our bed, as I pulled away. He sat onto the bed; his chest moving as he breathed, panting from our heavy kissing. And he watched me as I removed my dress, and pulled that to the floor too.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist as I wrapped my legs around either side of his body, and he instantly gulped as I leaned in slowly, making him smile. I could smell his delicious aftershave as I leaned in closer, and I kissed the side of his neck, very softly.
He shuddered in delight in response, and I pushed him back onto the bed then, and climbed on top eagerly. He watched me closely as he fell back onto the bed, and I smiled at him in response, starting to undo his jean button.
I carefully undid the zipper too, and I got off of him again, sitting next to him, on the edge of the bed as I pushed his jeans down his legs carefully; his smoldering eyes watching me the whole time.
I threw his jeans from his legs, and pulled them to the floor too. He climbed more on the bed, so that his whole body was on the bed now, and I climbed back onto him, my legs on either side of his, as I placed myself exactly where I needed to be.
He moaned in response, and I could feel exactly how eager he was for myself. My hands slipped from his chest, lowering until they found the top of his boxers. I looked up at him shyly for a moment, through my eyelashes, as I gingerly stroked the very top of his skin, just underneath his boxers.
He moaned again, the sound getting more and more throaty as he struggled not to thrust his body against mine. I smiled in response, and allowed my hands to release him from his boxers, throwing them over my shoulder to the floor too.
I leaned forward, and trailed a loose, gentle trail of kisses, right up from his neck, to his chest…and getting lower and lower. He moaned again in response, egging me on, as my lips froze, just above where his boxers had been a moment ago.
He was silent while I contemplated on what to do; his panting filling the room as he struggled to gain his breathe back again.
I carried on with my trail then, as his moans and sweet noises picked up again, and I took him into my hand, watching as his body thrust forward eagerly to meet my hands. I had to wrap both hands around him, to fit him properly in my hands, because he was just so…big.
I rubbed my hands up and down him, not too sure about what I was doing, as I had only used…well, my mouth on the other two times that I had done this, but from the moaning and thrusting coming from him, I was doing a good job.
He called my name, as he thrust his head back, and I looked up in time to see his eyes rolling into the back of his head as I teasingly and experimentally licked the very end of him. I shivered in pure bliss.
I slid down his body then, and took the very end of him in my mouth, looking up to see what his next action was going to be. He moaned louder, thrusting his body eagerly to meet mine, as I began to move up and down him, not really having much of an idea if I was doing well, but…wanting to.
''Fuck…yes.'' He moaned as I took all of him into my mouth, my hands roaming as they always did. I was just starting to get into it though, when he tried to pull my head away from him.
I knew that it was much too soon for him to be losing ay all yet, but he still wanted me to stop already. Which…made me confused to say the least, because I thought he had been enjoying it, from the noises he had been making.
I couldn't help but feel a little panicked, because I wanted to do this right for him, and if he hadn't been enjoying it, and he wanted me to stop, then I cant have been doing it right, and he clearly hadn't been enjoying it at all.
''Stop,'' he begged in a breathless whisper. I automatically released him from my mouth, his wetness still leaving a warm taste in my mouth. He tasted so good, and god, he always managed to.
''Stop please…its no good.'' He added, confirming my fears. I clearly hadn't been doing a good job, and he clearly hadn't enjoyed it…at all.
''You didn't…enjoy it?'' I asked him, knowing that I sounded hurt, even though I really tried not to sound hurt.
His eyes instantly found mine; wide with shock that I would think that. But could he blame me? I had no kinda experience with this, despite the two times that I had done this for him, and he had stopped me dead.
''No, no, no. I loved it,'' he promised me. I smiled, relieved now, and ecstatic that he had enjoyed the one thing that I wanted to give to him. ''I mean…god knows, I wanted you to carry on, to never stop.'' He added, making me feel proud somewhat.
He was my Husband after all, and I wanted him to receive as much pleasure and enjoyment as what I always got from him. Because he acted like such an expert on this, and he was always amazing.
Not just with the sex, and the way he moved, but…the way that he looked at me too. God, it was enough to send you crazy. The longing in his eyes as he entered you, the way that he gaze at you whilst you made love…everything about the way that he looked at me made me shiver in pure delight.
And I wanted to make him feel everything that he made me feel. He always made me feel so amazing just after we had made love, and I wanted him to feel the same intense, burning feeling that I got whenever I was right on that edge…
''Then…why did you ask me to stop for?'' I asked him confused. If he enjoyed it so much then he should have made the most of it, let me carry on with what I was doing, so he could have enjoyed it even more.
''Because…I cant stand to be messing about with these games.'' He warned me, sighing heavily. But this just made me more confused, so he carried on. ''Its been far too long. And I want to be inside of you.'' He spelled it out for me.
I was just about to say something, but in moments, he had already pinned me to the bed, and had me underneath his firm body. I gasped for my breathe, still in shock, but his smoldering grey eyes, half opened in pure lust, caught my breathe again.
''I want to be inside of you…and now.'' He warned me in a clear, rough voice, making me whimper in response. Oh, tonight was going to be good…
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