Part 9
Once we get home I collapse on the couch with fatigue. Having amnesia isn't an easy task, it can wear a person down.
Paul plops down beside me. "You alright?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm more than alright." I smile brilliantly up at him and place a kiss on his lips.
"Ok, as long as you're sure, you weirdo." He chuckles, getting up and venturing towards the kitchen. Of course.
I wimper. "Paul." I whine.
He comes rushing over. "Yes babe? Are you ok? What's wrong?"
I laugh at his urgency. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Why'd you call me over then, silly?" He smiles, ruffling my hair.
"I missed you." I pout.
"Well come here then." He winks.
He doesn't give me time to respond though, instead, he picks me up and hoists me over his shoulder. "PAUL! PUT ME DOWN!" I yell, laughing.
"No way." He says, and I can feel the deep rumble of laughter low in his chest.
"Well, where are we going?" I ask, giving in.
"Somewhere." He vaguely replies.
"No fair." I pout.
We soon arrive in our room, however, and I realize that I haven't yet lived up to the promise I made at the hospital.
He delicately places me on the bed as I look innocently up at him.
"Don't give me that look." He smiles.
"What look?" I reply, turning my head to the side in mock confusion.
"Oh don't give me that, you know very well what I'm talking about. It's that look. You know, that look that's making me feel all guilty for the many things I want to do to you right now."
I feel a pool of heat gathering between my legs. "And what exactly is that, Mr. Lahote?" I say seductively.
"Rachel!" He hisses.
"Yes?" I smirk slyly.
He moans. "You will be the death of me, I swear."
"Well now, we wouldn't want that would we?" I respond sexily. Hey, who knew I'd be good at seduction?
"Rachel..." Paul warns.
I get up and walk up to him, a look of confusion masking his face. Next, I turn us around so his back is to the bed and I push him onto it.
"What were you saying?" I ask, straddling him. He moans as I rub myself on him.
He stumbles across his words. "Rach, I don't think now is a great time to do this...The party...Tonight..."
"Why Mr. Lahote, you can't honestly tell me you brought me up here to sleep did you?" I wink.
He blushes a deep shade of crimson. "Uh, yy-yes." He stutters.
"Mhm, alright then, as you wish." I say, climbing off him. "I'm gonna go take a shower before the party then."
I start taking off my clothes, leaving a nice trail to the shower as I sway my hips.
Once I reach the door, I turn around and give him a final wink before closing the door.
I turn the shower on and hop in.
"DAMMIT RACHEL!" I hear Paul curse. The bathroom door opens and moments later I'm up against the shower wall, legs wrapped around Paul as we kiss heatedly. All the pent up sexual tension finally released.
He kisses down my neck and then I feel his mouth encompass my left breast.
"Baby!" I hiss.
He looks up at me and winks. "You asked for it."
He keeps going down my body until he stops at my dripping womanhood, and starts sucking.
He sticks in two of his fingers, pumping in and out, mimicking something I want so badly right now, sex.
"Oh, Paul! Paul, stop!" I scream in ecstacy, closer to my climax than I was ready to be.
"What? You ok, baby? I didn't hurt you did I?" He worries.
"No, but I was so close and I want to cum on your cock, not fingers." My sex drive pushing me now, forcing me to act this way.
"Ok, baby, just tell me what you want." He smirks.
"I want you inside of me...Now." I command, eliciting a moan from Paul.
"As you wish." He winks, sliding himself into me as we both let out simultaneous moans of approval.
He pulls out only to slam back into me. We keep going like this until we are at the peak of our climaxes.
I rest my head against the crook in his neck and bite down, hard, riding out my orgasm, juicing his for all he's worth.
"God Rachel, I love you." He says.
I look him in the eyes. "I love you too."