Monica's extraordinarily competitive nature is a little disturbing at times. The obsessive need to be right, to always win, to come out on top tends to go to the extremes. I know she grew up in a very competitive household, and constantly being second-best to her brother certainly didn't help, but this might be a bit much.
She now feels the need to prove to Phoebe and her boyfriend of just a few weeks are not hotter than we are. I'm not even sure I really know what that means aside from having a lot of sex with Monica.
Which would be why I'm sprinting upstairs with her to her apartment.
She may be scary competitive, but I'm not completely stupid. I've spent too many of my adult years going without sex to start turning it down now, at least when Monica's the one offering.
She throws open her door and we rush inside, and a moment later I'm being shoved against the counter, her lips attacking me, her hands everywhere. I rip my jacket off, tossing it to the floor, and grab her waist, pulling her roughly to me.
"Bedroom," she whispers against my lips and I just shake my head.
"Nope." I push her a little, moving her until her back hits the wall next to the door.
If she wants hot, running off to the bedroom isn't going to accomplish that.
I press my body into hers, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulls herself up a little kissing me fiercely.
I grope around her back for a minute, finding the zipper to her skirt and tugging it loose. She gives her hips a little shake and the garment slides to the ground. She presses her hips into me, rubbing herself against me eagerly. I grip the side of her panties in my hand, desperately wishing in that moment that I had the ability to actually tear them off of her. Unfortunately, we know from experience that all that happens is a lot of tugging at her underwear.
Her fingers hastily undo the buttons of my vest, trying to push it down my arms. I release her one arm a time, shaking it off me, pulling her close again. I grab the hem of her shirt, pushing it up over her breasts, exposing her bra, her breasts straining against the silky material as she breathes heavily. I don't even bother trying to pull her shirt off the rest of the way.
I pull my lips from hers, both of us gasping as we stare at each other for a few moments. I kiss her chest, biting at her soft flesh as I work my way down her stomach, kissing her belly button, sucking gently at her hipbones as I drop down to my knees. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I look up at her, pressing a kiss to the edge of her panty line, grabbing the fabric with my teeth and giving them a little tug before I pull them down her legs. She steps out of them and drag my lips down her leg, stopping when I get to her knee-high boots.
"Want me to take them off?" she asks, breathlessly.
"Yeah, right," I scoff, tossing her leg over my shoulder and burying my face between her thighs, my tongue immediately finding her center, and she yells out. I look up at her; her back is arched way far away from the wall, her arms spread out as her fingers flex against the wall. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her up, keeping her in place and moan in happiness. Right now, I don't care what the reasons are for having a lot of sex; I get to be with the woman I love and do wonderful, obscene things to her.
I scoot myself a little closer, moving my mouth against her more firmly, the muscles in her legs shaking slightly, and it occurs to me that I don't think we've ever done this with her standing. She's giving me a lot of control right now, putting a hell of a lot of faith in me. It may be as much of a turn on as her writhing, glowing body.
I slow my motions down just a little, lessening the pressure, and she whines in protest. "Don't stop."
"I'm not," I assure her, speaking against her, and her entire body vibrates, a tiny wail leaving her throat.
"God," she moans slowly, her body drooping against the wall, her hips moving against me, her boot tapping against my back in time with my mouth.
I get to do this to her. That thought suddenly fills my stupid, male ego with such pride, and I apply more pressure without warning, using my teeth to gently scrape at her. Her hips buck wildly a few times, one of her hands fisting in my hair, pulling at me almost violently, and I hiss against her at the sensation—a little painful, but more than a little erotic.
I suck at her a few times—hard—reveling in the way she moans my name before I slowly move my mouth from her, her leg sliding off my shoulder. Blindly, she grabs my tie, pulling me up, and I stagger to my feet, legs already shaky from the taste of her. I capture her lips with mine again, both of us moaning to each other, our voicing mingling, becoming one. Her hands go to my belt, pulling at it frantically, working at my fly next, her hands brushing against me in her haste. My entire body shudders at the contact, my body straining toward her.
She pushes my pants and underwear down just enough to release my erection, pulling me toward her, her intense heat enveloping me. I grab her leg again, pulling it around my waist, and her other leg immediately follows, tightening around me. I take a deep breath, planting my feet firmly on the ground, taking her ass in my hands and slam into her. Her hands grab fistfuls of my shirt, yelling loudly into my ear.
I have no idea how long I can sustain this; I wish it could last forever. "You feel so good," I pant into her ear, making her whimper.
"You do," she answers. I feel her tongue trace the shell of my ear and I shiver. I think this woman will be the death of me.
I bury my face against her chest, my hips pounding against her ceaselessly. Her body wraps around me tightly and I feel sweat start to drip down my face. I bend my neck down as far as it will go, nipping at her breasts, still firmly encased in the satiny cups. She reaches a hand in between us, in between her breasts, giving the bra little flick, and it pops open. "Oh, God, I love front clasps," I groan as her breasts spill out; I chase after them with my lips, attacking her sloppily.
"I know," she gasps, taking one in her hand and guiding it toward my mouth, holding it in place for me as I try to hold on to her, try to keep up this phenomenal pace.
Dear lord, I love this woman.
I suck at her nipple, tugging it between my teeth, and her nails dig into my back through my shirt. "GOD!" she exclaims, pushing her chest against me a little harder. "Do it again."
Well, if I have to. I tug at her again and she jerks against me. She releases her breast suddenly, grabbing the other one and shoving it at me. Instantly, I latch onto that one, biting at her soft skin, probably hard enough to leave a few marks.
Wouldn't be the first time.
I moan against her flesh, kissing and sucking at as much as I can reach and I glance up at her; her eyes are focused on me as she breathes heavily, watching my every move, and it's unnerving in the best way possible. Despite the hurried motions of our hips, I slow my mouth down, teasing her languorously, and her eyes drift shut as her mouth opens, letting out a deep moan.
My knees start to shake, buckling just a little. Monica immediately unravels her legs, her feet sliding to the floor, and I feel myself fall out of her, shuddering as cool air hits me.
I sink to my knees once more, my entire body starting to feel shaky, and she grabs my tie, loosening it and pulling it over my head, tossing it toward the couch. She pops open the first couple of buttons on my shirt and we yank it off together.
She kneels in front of me, her arms sliding around my shoulders, pulling me in for a kiss. My hands go to her hair and I fumble around for a few moments before I'm finally able to pull the little sticks out of Monica's hair, letting it tumble free. I tug at her shirt, and she pulls away long enough to remove it before wrapping her arms around me again, her bra still dangling off of her. I carefully lower her to the floor, cradling her head so she doesn't get hurt.
Her legs wrap around me again, pulling me close, and I realize she still has her boots on, which is incredibly hot. I wiggle loose a little, my lips trailing down her throat, her sternum, her belly button. I grab her legs and pull them over my shoulders, lifting up onto my knees a little.
"What're you doing?" she asks, her eyes going wide, her chest moving a little more rapidly.
"You wanted it hot, right?" I ask, my lips attacking her before I can get an answer, keeping my eyes on her face.
The only thing better than doing this to her is getting to watch her while I do it. She gets to a whole different level of hot. She groans loudly, one of her hands going to her to forehead as the other reaches out to my arm, trying to find something to grab. She has zero leverage in this position with half of her body in midair as I go to town on her; she has to rely on me to do all the work.
And this is definitely the sort of work I enjoy.
Her legs cross behind my neck, pulling me in tighter and I chuckle a little; she cries out at the sensation and I tighten my grip on her thighs, my fingers spreading out, playing with her belly button. Her stomach muscles twitch, her thigh muscles shake, and she gasps as her hips push against me.
I nip at her a few more times and I can tell she's right on the edge, so I move my mouth abruptly, gently lowering her to the floor.
Her eyes open wide as I gently stroke her skin, hovering over her, waiting to see what she wants to do next.
"You're a terrible human being," she finally whispers, her voice shaky, and I grin at her, leaning over to kiss her briefly. Her legs curl up, her feet pushing my pants down my legs to my ankles and she tries to pull me back to her.
I sink into her for a few minutes, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact, her body undulating beneath mine, before I pull away again, leaning back to take off my pants. I stand and gather what I can find of our clothing that's scattered across her apartment and, as casually as possible, walk over to her bedroom and toss the clothes into a heap at the foot of her bed. I then lean against her doorframe, waiting.
She's still on the floor by the front door, propped up on her elbows, looking at me incredulously, almost as if she's waiting for me to come back. I just raise an eyebrow at her, crossing my arms over my chest, marveling for the briefest of moments at how unconcerned I am at parading around her apartment completely naked and fully aroused.
It's kind of a fun sensation.
She sighs heavily and slowly moves into a standing position, shaking her bra off finally, and walks toward me. Even more blood rushes south at the sight of her strutting across her apartment wearing nothing but boots.
This woman…I don't know why she's mine. I don't know how I managed to get someone this unbelievably hot, this ridiculously sexy. Right now, I don't care. All I know is that she is mine.
She's almost in front of me when she stops suddenly and turns around, bending over in front of the desk by the window.
"Oh, no," she deadpans. "I seemed to have dropped something."
I know she's teasing me and I really don't care. I rush at her, my greedy fingers grabbing onto her hips and she straightens out a little, bracing her hands on the desk. I glance out the window briefly and see that Ross's curtains are drawn, so I lower my head, kissing my way up her spine. Her head tilts back, her mouth falling open and my lips travel across her cheek, meeting her own lips, kissing her slowly. She pushes her hips back against mine, creating slow friction, and I rub myself against her. Her legs spread just a little farther apart and she whispers, "Inside," against my lips. I groan and push into her and she immediately tightens herself around me.
My eyes open wide and I breathe deeply, almost done in by the sensation. I dig my fingers into her hips, trying to hold her still and she giggles at me. I stand up straight and she looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire and I move against her instinctively, without any sort of conscious thought.
She keeps her eyes on mine as she starts to moan. "Ohhh. Ohhhhh, yeah. Oh, God. Baby, yes. Oh, God, YES." My entire body starts to shake as I try not to give in. Monica's hot—she's always hot. She's even hotter when we have sex. The sounds she makes during sex are incredible. But when she watches me as she vocally expresses her pleasure…there's nothing like it. There's no way to describe it. "Hot" is not enough. It's so good it makes me want to weep.
I slide my hands up her, finding her breasts, cupping them roughly in my hands. I see her grit her teeth and she moves against me faster, harder, and I swear she growls. For a few moments, my mind goes back to the first time we did it like this, all the way back in London; I can't help but remember how unsure we both were, how we weren't sure yet of what each other liked or didn't like, what would be too much to ask for that first—and what we thought would be the only—night. It was so unbelievably hot when she grabbed the headboard and looked over her shoulder at me, asking if I liked doggy style.
How far we've come since then. How much better everything is. That first night was fantastic—better than anything I'd experienced up to that point—and it's only gotten better since then.
"Remember the first time we did this?" she gasps in between thrusts, and I laugh a little, amazed but not terribly surprised that we're that in sync with each other.
"I was just thinking about that," I pant, gripping her a little harder. "It was amazing."
"This is better." She closes her eyes for a few moments, her head falling forward as she groans.
"Why's that?"
Her eyes open again, and she looks at me once more—they're still dark and smoky, but there's so much more in them. "Because now I love you."
I shiver at her words, my motions stilling as I struggle for air. "I love you, too."
She pushes her hips against me, wiggling, and I start moving again, a little slower this time, with a bit more care. "Ohhhhhh, Chandler." She gasps a few times as we move together. "I knew then, you know? I knew I could fall in love with you. That night was all I needed."
I nearly collapse on top of her; I drape myself across her back, pressing my forehead into her shoulder blade. I had no idea. I never knew she felt that way back then. It's almost more than I can take. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against my body, my hips still pushing against hers in long, slow strokes. "I love you, Monica," I whisper again; I don't know what else to say at this point, or what else would make her understand what I feel for her.
"Can we move this to the bed?" she asks softly, and I kiss her shoulder, pulling out of her slowly. We straighten at the same time and she turns to face me, her arms wrapping around my neck. She strokes the hair at the nape of my neck for a moment, smiling at me softly. I hold her waist gently and lean down to kiss her, carefully steering her into the bedroom. Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she sits down, and together we work her boots off her sweaty legs. She grabs at the blankets, pushing them down then takes my hands, scooting back to the head of the bed, pulling me with her and together we crawl under in between the sheets.
She pulls me on top of her and my hands frame her face, gently stroking her cheeks as we stare at each other for a few moments. She smiles at me and I lean down and kiss her tenderly; she sighs happily against my mouth. Considering how intense this started out, we've certainly done a complete about face. I'm okay with that. I like that she can make me feel and experience so many things at one time. My need for her can be extreme, almost to the point of frightening, and so very powerful, and then…then it turns unbearably tender and sweet and the most loving experience in the world.
I wouldn't want this with anyone else.
She wraps her legs around me, pushing herself up a little. I press my forehead against hers and shift myself into position, sliding into her once more. She groans loudly, her head falling to the side and I feel her fingernails dig into my shoulders. It doesn't seem to matter that we've been behaving like porn stars since we ran into her apartment…however long ago that was. That moment is always amazing.
She shudders a few times then starts pushing against me frantically—so much for sweet and tender. I feel her lips on my neck, my collarbone, and she kisses down to my chest, her teeth grazing my skin. I grab her leg, moving it up a little higher on my hip. I feel her thighs tighten around me and I moan out her name. She bites my shoulder—hard—and her head drops back down to the bed, her eyes glazed over as I drive into her.
"Ohhh," she whimpers, her face contorting beautifully. "Baby. Ohhhhhh."
I love it. I love hearing her talk during sex. I never knew she was so vocal. I don't know if she's always been like this, and frankly, I don't care. It doesn't matter; I can let myself believe that I bring this out in her, that she makes all of these erotic, wonderful sounds all because of what I do to her. It makes this incredibly hot woman even hotter.
I lean down and kiss her neck, pumping my hips into her, the feeling of her surrounding me almost too much to bear. I can't believe we've been going at it for this long. I can't believe I've managed to hold myself off like this. I just don't ever want it to end.
I grab her hips and thrust against her harder and she gasps out, "Yes! Oh, YES!"
I push a little harder; I certainly don't want to hurt her, but if it's working for her, I don't want to stop, either.
"Oh, God, yeah, like that. Do it again."
Why is the woman so hot? I grit my teeth and lift my torso off hers, bracing my hands on either side of her thighs. I dig my knees into the mattress and slam into her with short, quick strokes. I look down at her and her head is thrown back, her mouth open as she moans, her eyes shut, her body moving in time with my own, her fingers digging into me, holding on for dear life.
She's breathtaking.
I literally cannot breathe for a few moments as I watch her.
Everything in my starts to tingle. "God, Mon," I whisper. "You're perfect."
Her eyes fly open and meet mine; she grins at me, her eyes twinkling with happiness. I feel her tighten her legs around me just moments before she shoves me, flipping us over, and I'm suddenly flat on my back with her sitting on top of me. She runs her fingers down my chest for a few moments before bracing her hands on my pecs, moving her hips against me once more, her head falling back.
I reach out and slide my fingers across her, feeling her body jerk as I make contact with her wonderful bundle of nerves. She rolls her hips against me and I bite my lip, trying not break just yet.
I don't think I'll be very successful.
This position is tied for first as my favorite. I love being on top of her, feeling her beneath me, taking control of the action, having her wrap around me so sensuously. But this, seeing her moving on top of me…that's pretty outstanding, too. I love being able to see so much of her, watching her body move, the hypnotic motion of her breasts and seeing us joined as she slides down on me over and over and over again.
Honestly, though, as long as she lets me be part of the action, I'm good with any position she wants.
She grabs my hands, linking our fingers together; I love watching that part, too. I love holding her hand. Holding hands during sex is one of those things that just gets me right in my heart.
It only lasts a few moments, though, because she brings our joined hands to her breasts. I squeeze them, cup them, and she slides her hands up and down my forearms, her hips moving faster.
"Oh, God," she whispers, and gently pinch her nipples, watching her mouth drop, her entire body responding. "Oh, God," she says again, louder this time. She rocks against me harder, and I'm suddenly aware of the headboard hitting the wall—I love when we can make that happen.
I move one hand back down between her thighs, rubbing my fingers against her vigorously. Her eyes slam shut and she drops her chin to her chest. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
"Yeah, baby," I whisper. "You're so hot."
Without warning, slides off me, dragging the sheet with her, wrapping it around her body. My eyes grow wide as I stare at her; I'm lying prone on the bed, chest heaving, erection actually twitching, and she's just standing there, casually.
She leans over me, putting her hand on my chest. "That's for earlier," she whispers, then turns and leaves the room.
I stare after her, gasping for air, trying to compute what she just said. "Earlier" what? What did I do? We came in, started ripping off clothes, had sex…
Well, I did kind of leave her lying on the floor.
I guess I deserved this.
My body starts to shake suddenly from my pent-up orgasm, my groin tightening considerably. I groan and turn onto my side, hunching over for a moment painfully.
"Monica?" I call out, my voice shamefully weak.
Silence.
I groan again, this time in frustration. Now I have to look for her. I don't know if I can even walk right now, but I desperately need to find her.
Shakily, I move my feet over the side of the bed, planting them on the floor. I take a few deep breaths and stand, gasping. My body shakes a little harder, and grab my bathrobe off the back of her door to cover my suddenly chilly, lonely body.
As I pull the robe over myself, I realize for the first time that I've been keeping my bathrobe here. I don't know why I didn't realize that until now. A lot of my clothes have been making their way over here, even though it only takes moments for me to go back and forth. But a lot of my jeans and shirts are mixed in with hers; a few of my work suits, too, and now, apparently, my bathrobe.
I don't hate it.
In fact, our clothes look pretty nice mixed together.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts when my erection twinges painfully and I hunch over once more, staggering out into the living room.
She's sitting on the couch, the sheet draped over her body strategically, only barely covering her goods. She's smiling at me serenely, but I can see she's still breathing rapidly, her chest flushed. She licks her lips just a little and I stumble over to her, collapsing next to her. She reaches over and loosens the sash on my robe, pushing it open. I tug at her sheet and it puddles around her with very little resistance.
I grab her leg and pull her onto my lap, and she wastes no time in sinking down on me once more, her need to make me pay already gone.
I nearly explode from the feeling of her around me, her internal muscles actually quivering around my sensitive flesh, and I can tell we're both in the home stretch. This endless, amazing game of cat-and-mouse is winding down, and I don't know if I'll be able to live through it.
But what a way to go.
She braces her hands on my shoulders and starts to move, her motions quick and determined, both of us already gasping for air. I grab her face, pulling her lips to mine, kissing her even though we both need the oxygen.
She doesn't seem to mind.
Her hips rotate against me in small, powerful circles and I tremble. She pulls her mouth from mine, staring down at me, soft noises falling from her mouth, all words gone from us right now, words not necessary.
She slides a hand around my neck, pulling my face to her chest, and even in my extraordinarily sex-addled mind, I'm able to pick up on that less than subtle hint. I take a nipple in my mouth and suck, hard.
She cries out, her fingers digging into the back of my head.
I suck at her again, and I can feel her entire body shake.
I move to her other breast, pulling that nipple in between my teeth—gently, but somehow forcefully.
Her entire body jerks against me, her hips moving faster, both of us just rotating against each other now, no space between us at all.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her as close as I can, gasping against her chest for a few moments before I close my mouth around her once more.
Her entire body tenses up and goes still; I look up at her, my hips still driving up into her, unable to stop. Her mouth is open, her eyes wide, and I swear that she's not breathing.
Then she's pounding against me, screaming, her body releasing the orgasm that's been building all this time and I can't handle it. I bury my face in her chest more and groan, trying to keep up with her, this feeling of release completely unbelievable, so intense, I feel like I'm actually dying.
She buries her face in my neck suddenly, her moans going directly into my ear, our arms wrapping even more tightly around one another, neither one of us able to slow down, our orgasm drawing out into eternity.
I think I black out; there's a period of time I can't account for. All I know is that I feel things, amazing things, wonderful, beautiful, powerful things, but it's almost as if it's all so intense that I have to separate myself from it.
I blink a few times, her apartment suddenly very bright, and I kiss her shoulder gently. She's draped across me limply, spent.
I understand that feeling.
I want to hold her, but don't have the ability to.
Slowly, lazily, we manage to drag our faces together, meeting in a sloppy kiss, barely able to bring ourselves under control for that length of time. Carefully, she slides off me, both of wincing, our bodies wonderfully sore.
I drag my bathrobe shut and manage to prop my feet up on the coffee table as I breathe heavily. I look over at her and she's wrapping the sheet around her body once more, smiling happily, looking completely satisfied.
She looks up at me and strokes my cheek, pulling me in for another kiss. We only break apart to breathe. She props her feet up next to mine, giving me a gentle, teasing nudge, and I lean against her, still trying to form coherent thoughts.
I can barely from non coherent thoughts.
She's still smiling happily, her head lolling back against the couch.
"That was amazing," I finally gasp.
It was better than amazing, but it's the best I can do for right now.
I think she's okay with that.
*A/N…the challenge; how to make it hot. I hope I was successful. If any of you get pregnant after reading this…sorrynotsorry.
Also, I don't think Monica was actually wearing boots in this ep—I think it was brown tights. So, I took some creative liberties.