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04-09-2011, 03:31 AM
Hi! This is my second and third installment of my Robert Pattinson fanfic. Very rushed and rough but I'm too lazy and am eager to hear feedback. All feedback muchly appreciated.
Part 2
When I woke up the next morning I initially thought I’d dreamed the whole thing. I bolted upright. My best friend, who lay next to me, with her face in the pillow read my mind like she always did.
‘ It wasn’t a dream. You snogged Robert Pattinson last night,’ Her voice muffled and drone. ‘ You bitch,’ She added.
I threw the covers off me and gathered my things. I wasn’t sure how I’d live life now. How could I go back to my ordinary life. What or who would ever come close to him and how he had made me feel. Would I regret not going back with him? I could have been waking up with him now.
As I made my way home everything seemed so dull and insignificant. Although it was a beautiful sunny day, it may as well have been raining. My neck tingled where he’d bitten and kissed, a bitter sweet reminder. Finally I arrived home. I padded upstairs and got in the shower. The warm water caressed my skin. I traced the soapy cloth all over my body, imagining it was him. I squeezed the cloth over my breasts and watched the foam drip down the front of my body. I imagined him in the shower with me. Standing behind me, kissing my neck and shoulders. This time I was allowing his hands reach down to my sensitive areas. After my shower, I dressed in my denim shorts and loose white t-shirt.
I moved uncomfortably around the house all morning. Pottering around in the kitchen and living room. I tried to watch TV but I couldn’t concentrate. I tried to read but my mind kept drifting off to the night before. I contemplated putting on one of his movies. Probably a bad idea. I gazed longingly on the DVD cover of Twilight. I felt so surreal. I stroked my finger over his face. I felt like I’d been prematurely woken up from a beautiful dream and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. It was no good. I threw the DVD on the sofa in frustration. I couldn’t stay in the house. I decided to go for a walk, maybe being washed by the hot sun could take my mind from him.
I walked across the grassy common, eyes focused on the green dewy blades and trying not to burst with dissatisfaction and frustration. We hadn’t swapped numbers. He hadn’t made any hint that he wanted to see me again. Why did I care then? After-all he was just a man and he’d made it clear exactly want he had wanted from me. Against my better judgement, a warm pang hit my stomach at the thought of giving him what he wanted.
People around me were happy and laughing on this summer day. Kids playing, dogs running and barking, couples picnicking. All of them happy and smiling. It was easy for them though. There lives hadn’t been flipped upside down. They hadn’t been touched by pure magnificence, for if they had this bright, beautiful day would mean very little. Over and over in my head I replayed the moments of last night. His teeth on my skin, his casual smile, the way his lips moved as he talked, the way his long, slender piano fingers brushed through his messy hair, the feeling I’d got from being so close to him, his strong arm around my waist, his fingers accidentally on purpose tracing my side, his eyes burning into mine, his touch, his lips so close to my own, the kiss that made the rest of the world disappear. I released a huge pent up sigh and a woman near me looked at me with a frown while putting a protective hand over her boy who’d just kicked a ball in my direction. I didn’t care one jot about the ball.
Part 3
On my way back to the house - I’d given up walking on the common and had just accepted that nothing I could do would distract me. Plus, I was hungry and intended to consume the entire contents of my fridge, which included carrots, houmous and month old cheese - my mind was filled again with extracts from the night before. Like clips from a movie being replayed on a reel. I barely paid attention to my surroundings. So, I almost missed the flash of colour on my doorstep. I had already opened the door and had stepped one foot inside when I stopped, blinked in vague recognition and turned around. A big, beautiful array of exploding colours and scents sat on my doorstep. A bouquet of flowers, the nicest I’d ever seen. Confusion began to trickle into my mind as I looked down at them before excitement finally flooded through me. I swooped down and saw the card. I pulled it off and brought it to my face so I could read it.
It is real.
My heart fluttered in my chest like a huge butterfly flapping it‘s wings. I stood up and something made me look at the road in front of my house. My fluttering heart skipped a beat, my skin tightened and my bottom lip fell slightly. There he was, leaning against a green convertible Porsche. His arms crossed and wearing my sunglasses. He was smiling. Oh my God. If time had stood still right there, I’d be completely happy looking at that image for the rest of eternity. The look on my face must of amused him and he burst out laughing. With one easy movement he took of the glasses and walked towards me, one hand burying itself in his jeans pocket.
‘ You didn’t give me your number,’ He said through a smile. ‘ And I believe these are yours,’ He pointed the sunglasses at me.
It took me a little while to answer as I looked up at his stunning face. ‘ You didn’t ask for it,’ I finally answered.
He frowned, still his smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. ‘ I’m an idiot sometimes,’
I smiled and shook my head. ‘ Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful,’ I took the glasses from him. Our fingertips brushing. The sensation sending jolts of energy through my fingers and up my arm.
‘ How do you know, they’re from me?,’ He said, his other handing burying itself into his other pocket and leaning his torso forward.
I rolled my eyes and cocked my head ‘ Because all of my other admirers are out of the country,’
He frowned and laughed. His body straightened. We looked at each for a moment. He licked his lips then pressed them together before letting out a breath.
‘ I was just about to make some lunch. Are you hungry?,’ I asked, pointing to my open front door.
He nodded. ‘ I’m always hungry,‘
Awkwardly I went inside and he followed me. The Sun had made me a little dizzy, made worse by Roberts surprise arrival and the room seemed dark because I’d been standing in the outside for so long. I stopped in the middle of my living room and pressed my hand which held the glasses against my forehead.
‘ Are you alright?,’ He asked, coming up behind me and gently touching my elbow.
‘ Yeah,’ I breathed. ‘ I’m fine but you should probably stop touching me otherwise I might faint,’ I smiled trying to make it seem like I was joking even though I wasn’t entirely sure that I wouldn’t faint.
He grinned. ‘ You have a nice place,’ He noted, looking around my living room and striding towards some of my picture frames.
‘ Thank you. It’s a nice day, why don’t we sit outside,’ I pointed to my French doors which led out into my small but well kept garden. ‘ You go and I’ll start lunch,’ I tried to rub away the tingles from the back of my neck.
Rob nodded and started towards the doors. ‘ I’m not good in the kitchen anyway,’ I smiled at him and watched him go outside, pull out one of the chairs from my bistro set and sit down. His slender body draped across it made me swallow hard and shake my head. I let out another big sigh.
I floated into the kitchen trying hard to keep a hold on my consciousness. The Sun’s effects and His effects had combined to make me feel more than dizzy. I pulled open the fridge. Shit. I hadn’t been shopping yet. Oh God. I wondered if I could arrange together some raw chopped veggies, slices of cooked meats and some houmous and make it look like a posh picnic-y meal. I pulled out the bag of carrots and began chopping them into batons on the chopping board.
I attempted to soothe my fast beating heart by concentrating on the chopping. I concentrated on every slice that went through the tough carrot and the thump when the knife edge hit the board. My kitchen was small and the counters made a U shape. At the end of the room was a single glass door which also led out in the garden. I heard it open and footsteps enter. The footsteps stalked towards me and my pace, both my heart beat and my chopping, sped up. Blood rose to my cheeks and my skin tingled. My nerves were on their edge. I breathed in sharply when I felt hands gently resting on my sides and his presence close behind my own body. I’d stopped chopping and turned my head slightly too look behind me. His fingers traced their way up my left arm and when they reached my shoulder they brushed my hair away to expose my neck. My skin tightened, my breath quickening. I tried to speak. Tried to say something witty. Something that would make him understand that I wouldn’t just sleep with him because he was a filmstar. But my mouth had gone try and his touch and stolen my voice.
I felt his lips on my skin, he kissed me so softly. My skin ignited into an explosion of tingles. I dropped the knife and a small groan escaped from between my lips. An overwhelming wave of warmth rushed through my stomach. I felt his hair, it was tickling the side of my face and his kisses continued. His lips, parting and closing over and over again on my sensitive skin. I leant my head back and let out a gasp. One of my hands stole up to touch his face and my other remained on the bench top, curling up into a fist. I stroked his stubbled cheek with my fingers, dragging my nails over his skin slightly. I wasn’t sure if I could resist this time and the longer I let this go on the less likely resistance became. His hands slide round my waist and onto my stomach before inching up my body. I should stop this now, but that thought was lost, drowning in amongst the intense sexual feeling he caused within me. His sweet kisses continued and as they became more fervent I felt his teeth bite into my skin gently. The pressure, although not hard, made me jump.
‘ Oh my God,’ I moaned.
His hands found their way onto my breasts and he moulded to them to fit his grip. Exhilaration mixed with trepidation shot through me. I removed his hands and turned around. Part of me wanted to scold him, to tell him to stop but I couldn’t let go of his fingers. I looked into his face, my cheeks were burning and his face was already smeary with lust. I dropped my chin and narrowed my eyes before rushing in with a fiery kiss. Finally, I let my passion spill over. Kissing him with all the ferocity that had been storing up. The pent up feelings finally bursting out and overflowing. Come what may! I couldn’t deny him any longer.
My hands were in his hair while his hands where in mine, I felt him trace his hands down the length of my long hair, to the small of my back. He held me tightly there, pressing his fingers into me, pulling me into his body roughly. I could feel everything he had to offer. Our bodies were held so tightly together I could feel his heart pounding, or was that mine? As our second kiss reached fever pitch and moans began to escape both our mouths he pushed me back violently with his body, I gasped as my lower back hit the counter edge. He reached behind me to push away the chopping board and knife. In one swift movement his hands reached down to my thighs, he fingers gripping them, he pulled my legs off the ground and around his waist, pushing me back onto the bench while he did so.
‘ Mmmf,’ I moaned. Closing my eyes and tilting my head back, letting my body enjoy every sensation he caused. He pressed kisses onto my exposed neck, while his hands lifted my t-shirt up, his finger tips brushing the sides of my ribs. He broke his kisses only to pull the garment over my head which he then he flung to the floor behind him. Eager kisses reached my collar bone. I lowered my chin so my face rested in his gorgeous, messy hair. I kissed the top of his head. My hands were on his neck, my finger tips pushing through his hair.
His hands feverishly explored my body. Like he didn’t know what to touch first. His hands moved down to my thighs just as our lips met again. He buried his fingers under my thighs and tightened his grip around them then, fiercely, he pulled me off the bench. I almost fell and had to wrap one arm around his strong neck to stay on the counter whilst holding the edge with my other hand. Our kiss broke and his eager fingers struggled with the button to my shorts. Short, desperate gasps came from both our mouths, finally he pulled the button open and with a sharp tug and little wiggle from me he pulled them down enough for me to kick them from my feet, discarding them somewhere on the kitchen floor. He wrapped my legs back around his waist and returned his lips to mine. Through our kiss, I undid his black shirt, my fingers were shaking with impatience, I could barely get them to work. Finally I reached the last button and his shirt fell open revealing his toned, hard body. I pushed the shirt from his defined shoulders and held it at the small of his back. I felt my body lifting as he picked me up off the bench. Our lips worked madly while little gaspy, moans intermittently escaped between kisses. He walked me back through the kitchen and into the living room. I let the shirt drop and my hands found their way up into his hair again. My fingers curling and gripping.
‘ Oh God!,‘ I moaned. My voice sounding small and shaky. Swamped by animalistic hunger.
He moaned in response. A deep, lustful growl. When we reached the couch he dropped me and looked down on me with a lusty gaze. His manly hands moved down to the zip on his jeans. I watched him take them off, desperate longing burning in my green-grey eyes. I scanned his long, lanky naked body. Drinking in everything he had to offer. A sexy smile danced at the corner of his lips.
‘Come here,‘ I breathed.
Compliantly, he crawled over my body, a dirty smile on his face. With his hands he supported his weight, stretched down to kiss me again. I ran my hands over his back, digging my nails into his skin. An easy movement with his strong arms and he had lifted me up and changed our position so he was sitting and I was straddled over him. I hadn’t expected it and a girlish giggled shot from my lips. Straddled over him, I felt all powerful. Gripping his neck, I moved my lips down to kiss his beautiful mouth again. I felt his hands on my back. They moved up and were in my hair. I pulled away so my back was straight, reaching behind my back to undo my bra. I hesitated before unclipping it. Amongst all the passion and excitement I’d forgotten I was a mere mortal about to expose myself to a God.
‘ It’s ok,’ Rob soothed. ’ Let me see you,’
Reluctantly, I undid my bra, took it off and let it drop to the floor. My self consiousness melted away as I watched the way Rob stared at my bared body, drinking me in, made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. I felt him rise beneath me, causing another hot wave to shoot through my body.
‘ You’re beautiful,’ He breathed in a husky tone. He reached out with his fingers and traced them down my breasts and onto my stomach then he tipped me forward so he could cover my ample breasts with kisses.
I tipped my head back and let out a deep moan, my long dark hair tickling the small of my back. His kisses traced my breasts, up to my collar bone and onto my neck. I pushed my fingers through his hair then wrapped my arms around his neck. We both panted, gasped and moaned. Between kisses we’d look at each other.
Another strong manoeuvre from him and he’d lain me back down on the sofa. I watched him make a line of kisses down the length of my body, stopping at my underwear, his intense hawk-like eyes looked up at me, his lids narrowed. He sat up and with a slow, sensual movement removed my underwear, pulling the plain white material down the length of my legs. Once removed, he traced his kisses back up to my lips and then he lay on top of me. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips onto mine. He grabbed my thigh and pulled it up around his waist, pushing his groin into mine. A warm jolt of electricity shot through me.
‘ Mmmmf,’ I gasped through closed lips. ‘ I want you, Rob. Now,’
‘ Are you sure?,’ He asked, his voice thick with longing.
‘ Yes,’
That was all he needed. He wasn’t going to ask twice. His hand delved down to guide himself into me. He pushed into me and we both groaned out loud. With one hand gripping my hip and the other in my hair he pumped in and out of me. Each movement of his hips caused a firework of feeling to explode through my body. I moaned louder with every thrust. Faster and faster, his thrusts became. My hands trailed down to his hips and I felt his delicious movements before sliding them round to his buttocks. He ground into me. Thick, gritty groans came from his throat. He released the tight grip he had on my hip and brought it up to my face. His blue-grey eyes burned into mine. Two blazing pools of beautiful sensation. He lowered his head and pressed his lips onto mine. I gasped and groaned into his lips. His thrusts sped up.
‘ Fuck,’ He gasped, his throaty voice overwhelming my senses. ‘ Oh fuck,’
I wrapped my thighs around his waist and felt my back arch against his movements. A deliciously warm sensation had begun building up inside me.
‘ Harder,’ I breathed. ‘ Harder,’
He obliged me very well. My breasts shaking with the force of his powerful thrusts. The warming sensation began to develop in intensity and I instinctively started grinding myself against his hard pelvic bone. The warmth teased me, back and forth it came becoming overwhelming until I felt like my only life objective was to chase it and make it release it’s full ferocity on me. I ground against him harder, using my legs to pin him against me. He worked well with my writhing body and knew exactly what to do.
‘ That’s it,’ He breathed, gazing down at me. ‘ Get it,’
Strangled sounds escaped my pressed together lips. Desperate to reach my goal. With both hands he grabbed my hips and rammed into me.
‘ Yes!,’ I cried out.
I’d pinned down the warm sensation and it released itself on to me. Hot waves of pleasure raged through me. Each wave increasing in intensity, each one making my body jerk. He pressed his lips into mine. I felt him smile a dirty smile onto my lips. I had been carried away to another world. This hot intoxicating sensation consumed me, touching every nerve ending. With my eyelids tightly closed, I concentrated on only that. My body writhed, jerked and trembled underneath his hard, willing body. Until slowly I emerged from my euphoric state.
‘ I want you on top of me,’ he stated through a thick, lusty voice.
I obliged and moved with him as he swapped positions with me. The lingering warmth of my orgasm residing in me I began to grind my hips. He moaned, tilting back his head. His fingers gripped my hips and I moved rhythmically, my moves speeding up. I moved furiously, my hands pressed firmly on his chest. I watched his face intently, waiting for that moment when he released all. I felt his body tighten, his grip firm around my waist. His eyes were open and on fire, the colour dancing within them. With gritted teeth he urged me to move faster, keep going. I did, all the while watching his face. I felt it, his hips pushed upward as he came. His eyes lost in euphoria, the blue-grey pools stared up at me desperately, a deep satisfying moan emerged from him. He gasped. The heat from our bodies radiated, sweat dripped down my back. His face glistened. Our frantic breaths filled the room with sound as we looked at each other, basking in the warm after-glow of amazing sex.
‘ Wow,’ He breathed. A teethy smile spreading across his face. ‘ I have to say, you were amazing,’
‘ Ditto,’
His face grew sensually serious again, he pulled me down so he could kiss me before pulling me off him and wrapping me in his strong arms. Our legs intertwined and our faces so close that our noses almost touched. We lay there in silence, only the sounds of our steadying breaths. Our eyes studying each others faces. I could of lain with him like that forever. I watched him until his eyelids began to swoop and slowly sleep crept over him. Then I watched him sleep. His breathing now steady and rhythmical. The worst thing about loosing your senses is that eventually they come back… and now as I watched this beautiful, unattainable man sleeping while being wrapped up in his arms I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness and shame . What would happen now? He’d make his excuses, leave and for the rest of my life I’d remember this moment and feel like nothing more than a groupie. Someone he used for sex because he could. I forced the feeling out of my head and tried, instead, to just enjoy this moment. I stroked his nose with my index finger before kissing the tip then just lay there and watched him until my own eyelids began to feel heavy. Blackness crept in and out of my vision, each time it came I somewhere found the strength to open them again, not wanting to miss any of this moment. But nothing can fight away exhaustion and eventually the warm embrace of slumber began to creep in around my edges and carry me off to another world. Just before I left entirely I heard his thick, sleepy voice.
‘ Will you come to America with me?,’
And then sleep came and I was gone. Drifting off to a very, very happy place.
Part 2
When I woke up the next morning I initially thought I’d dreamed the whole thing. I bolted upright. My best friend, who lay next to me, with her face in the pillow read my mind like she always did.
‘ It wasn’t a dream. You snogged Robert Pattinson last night,’ Her voice muffled and drone. ‘ You bitch,’ She added.
I threw the covers off me and gathered my things. I wasn’t sure how I’d live life now. How could I go back to my ordinary life. What or who would ever come close to him and how he had made me feel. Would I regret not going back with him? I could have been waking up with him now.
As I made my way home everything seemed so dull and insignificant. Although it was a beautiful sunny day, it may as well have been raining. My neck tingled where he’d bitten and kissed, a bitter sweet reminder. Finally I arrived home. I padded upstairs and got in the shower. The warm water caressed my skin. I traced the soapy cloth all over my body, imagining it was him. I squeezed the cloth over my breasts and watched the foam drip down the front of my body. I imagined him in the shower with me. Standing behind me, kissing my neck and shoulders. This time I was allowing his hands reach down to my sensitive areas. After my shower, I dressed in my denim shorts and loose white t-shirt.
I moved uncomfortably around the house all morning. Pottering around in the kitchen and living room. I tried to watch TV but I couldn’t concentrate. I tried to read but my mind kept drifting off to the night before. I contemplated putting on one of his movies. Probably a bad idea. I gazed longingly on the DVD cover of Twilight. I felt so surreal. I stroked my finger over his face. I felt like I’d been prematurely woken up from a beautiful dream and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. It was no good. I threw the DVD on the sofa in frustration. I couldn’t stay in the house. I decided to go for a walk, maybe being washed by the hot sun could take my mind from him.
I walked across the grassy common, eyes focused on the green dewy blades and trying not to burst with dissatisfaction and frustration. We hadn’t swapped numbers. He hadn’t made any hint that he wanted to see me again. Why did I care then? After-all he was just a man and he’d made it clear exactly want he had wanted from me. Against my better judgement, a warm pang hit my stomach at the thought of giving him what he wanted.
People around me were happy and laughing on this summer day. Kids playing, dogs running and barking, couples picnicking. All of them happy and smiling. It was easy for them though. There lives hadn’t been flipped upside down. They hadn’t been touched by pure magnificence, for if they had this bright, beautiful day would mean very little. Over and over in my head I replayed the moments of last night. His teeth on my skin, his casual smile, the way his lips moved as he talked, the way his long, slender piano fingers brushed through his messy hair, the feeling I’d got from being so close to him, his strong arm around my waist, his fingers accidentally on purpose tracing my side, his eyes burning into mine, his touch, his lips so close to my own, the kiss that made the rest of the world disappear. I released a huge pent up sigh and a woman near me looked at me with a frown while putting a protective hand over her boy who’d just kicked a ball in my direction. I didn’t care one jot about the ball.
Part 3
On my way back to the house - I’d given up walking on the common and had just accepted that nothing I could do would distract me. Plus, I was hungry and intended to consume the entire contents of my fridge, which included carrots, houmous and month old cheese - my mind was filled again with extracts from the night before. Like clips from a movie being replayed on a reel. I barely paid attention to my surroundings. So, I almost missed the flash of colour on my doorstep. I had already opened the door and had stepped one foot inside when I stopped, blinked in vague recognition and turned around. A big, beautiful array of exploding colours and scents sat on my doorstep. A bouquet of flowers, the nicest I’d ever seen. Confusion began to trickle into my mind as I looked down at them before excitement finally flooded through me. I swooped down and saw the card. I pulled it off and brought it to my face so I could read it.
It is real.
My heart fluttered in my chest like a huge butterfly flapping it‘s wings. I stood up and something made me look at the road in front of my house. My fluttering heart skipped a beat, my skin tightened and my bottom lip fell slightly. There he was, leaning against a green convertible Porsche. His arms crossed and wearing my sunglasses. He was smiling. Oh my God. If time had stood still right there, I’d be completely happy looking at that image for the rest of eternity. The look on my face must of amused him and he burst out laughing. With one easy movement he took of the glasses and walked towards me, one hand burying itself in his jeans pocket.
‘ You didn’t give me your number,’ He said through a smile. ‘ And I believe these are yours,’ He pointed the sunglasses at me.
It took me a little while to answer as I looked up at his stunning face. ‘ You didn’t ask for it,’ I finally answered.
He frowned, still his smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. ‘ I’m an idiot sometimes,’
I smiled and shook my head. ‘ Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful,’ I took the glasses from him. Our fingertips brushing. The sensation sending jolts of energy through my fingers and up my arm.
‘ How do you know, they’re from me?,’ He said, his other handing burying itself into his other pocket and leaning his torso forward.
I rolled my eyes and cocked my head ‘ Because all of my other admirers are out of the country,’
He frowned and laughed. His body straightened. We looked at each for a moment. He licked his lips then pressed them together before letting out a breath.
‘ I was just about to make some lunch. Are you hungry?,’ I asked, pointing to my open front door.
He nodded. ‘ I’m always hungry,‘
Awkwardly I went inside and he followed me. The Sun had made me a little dizzy, made worse by Roberts surprise arrival and the room seemed dark because I’d been standing in the outside for so long. I stopped in the middle of my living room and pressed my hand which held the glasses against my forehead.
‘ Are you alright?,’ He asked, coming up behind me and gently touching my elbow.
‘ Yeah,’ I breathed. ‘ I’m fine but you should probably stop touching me otherwise I might faint,’ I smiled trying to make it seem like I was joking even though I wasn’t entirely sure that I wouldn’t faint.
He grinned. ‘ You have a nice place,’ He noted, looking around my living room and striding towards some of my picture frames.
‘ Thank you. It’s a nice day, why don’t we sit outside,’ I pointed to my French doors which led out into my small but well kept garden. ‘ You go and I’ll start lunch,’ I tried to rub away the tingles from the back of my neck.
Rob nodded and started towards the doors. ‘ I’m not good in the kitchen anyway,’ I smiled at him and watched him go outside, pull out one of the chairs from my bistro set and sit down. His slender body draped across it made me swallow hard and shake my head. I let out another big sigh.
I floated into the kitchen trying hard to keep a hold on my consciousness. The Sun’s effects and His effects had combined to make me feel more than dizzy. I pulled open the fridge. Shit. I hadn’t been shopping yet. Oh God. I wondered if I could arrange together some raw chopped veggies, slices of cooked meats and some houmous and make it look like a posh picnic-y meal. I pulled out the bag of carrots and began chopping them into batons on the chopping board.
I attempted to soothe my fast beating heart by concentrating on the chopping. I concentrated on every slice that went through the tough carrot and the thump when the knife edge hit the board. My kitchen was small and the counters made a U shape. At the end of the room was a single glass door which also led out in the garden. I heard it open and footsteps enter. The footsteps stalked towards me and my pace, both my heart beat and my chopping, sped up. Blood rose to my cheeks and my skin tingled. My nerves were on their edge. I breathed in sharply when I felt hands gently resting on my sides and his presence close behind my own body. I’d stopped chopping and turned my head slightly too look behind me. His fingers traced their way up my left arm and when they reached my shoulder they brushed my hair away to expose my neck. My skin tightened, my breath quickening. I tried to speak. Tried to say something witty. Something that would make him understand that I wouldn’t just sleep with him because he was a filmstar. But my mouth had gone try and his touch and stolen my voice.
I felt his lips on my skin, he kissed me so softly. My skin ignited into an explosion of tingles. I dropped the knife and a small groan escaped from between my lips. An overwhelming wave of warmth rushed through my stomach. I felt his hair, it was tickling the side of my face and his kisses continued. His lips, parting and closing over and over again on my sensitive skin. I leant my head back and let out a gasp. One of my hands stole up to touch his face and my other remained on the bench top, curling up into a fist. I stroked his stubbled cheek with my fingers, dragging my nails over his skin slightly. I wasn’t sure if I could resist this time and the longer I let this go on the less likely resistance became. His hands slide round my waist and onto my stomach before inching up my body. I should stop this now, but that thought was lost, drowning in amongst the intense sexual feeling he caused within me. His sweet kisses continued and as they became more fervent I felt his teeth bite into my skin gently. The pressure, although not hard, made me jump.
‘ Oh my God,’ I moaned.
His hands found their way onto my breasts and he moulded to them to fit his grip. Exhilaration mixed with trepidation shot through me. I removed his hands and turned around. Part of me wanted to scold him, to tell him to stop but I couldn’t let go of his fingers. I looked into his face, my cheeks were burning and his face was already smeary with lust. I dropped my chin and narrowed my eyes before rushing in with a fiery kiss. Finally, I let my passion spill over. Kissing him with all the ferocity that had been storing up. The pent up feelings finally bursting out and overflowing. Come what may! I couldn’t deny him any longer.
My hands were in his hair while his hands where in mine, I felt him trace his hands down the length of my long hair, to the small of my back. He held me tightly there, pressing his fingers into me, pulling me into his body roughly. I could feel everything he had to offer. Our bodies were held so tightly together I could feel his heart pounding, or was that mine? As our second kiss reached fever pitch and moans began to escape both our mouths he pushed me back violently with his body, I gasped as my lower back hit the counter edge. He reached behind me to push away the chopping board and knife. In one swift movement his hands reached down to my thighs, he fingers gripping them, he pulled my legs off the ground and around his waist, pushing me back onto the bench while he did so.
‘ Mmmf,’ I moaned. Closing my eyes and tilting my head back, letting my body enjoy every sensation he caused. He pressed kisses onto my exposed neck, while his hands lifted my t-shirt up, his finger tips brushing the sides of my ribs. He broke his kisses only to pull the garment over my head which he then he flung to the floor behind him. Eager kisses reached my collar bone. I lowered my chin so my face rested in his gorgeous, messy hair. I kissed the top of his head. My hands were on his neck, my finger tips pushing through his hair.
His hands feverishly explored my body. Like he didn’t know what to touch first. His hands moved down to my thighs just as our lips met again. He buried his fingers under my thighs and tightened his grip around them then, fiercely, he pulled me off the bench. I almost fell and had to wrap one arm around his strong neck to stay on the counter whilst holding the edge with my other hand. Our kiss broke and his eager fingers struggled with the button to my shorts. Short, desperate gasps came from both our mouths, finally he pulled the button open and with a sharp tug and little wiggle from me he pulled them down enough for me to kick them from my feet, discarding them somewhere on the kitchen floor. He wrapped my legs back around his waist and returned his lips to mine. Through our kiss, I undid his black shirt, my fingers were shaking with impatience, I could barely get them to work. Finally I reached the last button and his shirt fell open revealing his toned, hard body. I pushed the shirt from his defined shoulders and held it at the small of his back. I felt my body lifting as he picked me up off the bench. Our lips worked madly while little gaspy, moans intermittently escaped between kisses. He walked me back through the kitchen and into the living room. I let the shirt drop and my hands found their way up into his hair again. My fingers curling and gripping.
‘ Oh God!,‘ I moaned. My voice sounding small and shaky. Swamped by animalistic hunger.
He moaned in response. A deep, lustful growl. When we reached the couch he dropped me and looked down on me with a lusty gaze. His manly hands moved down to the zip on his jeans. I watched him take them off, desperate longing burning in my green-grey eyes. I scanned his long, lanky naked body. Drinking in everything he had to offer. A sexy smile danced at the corner of his lips.
‘Come here,‘ I breathed.
Compliantly, he crawled over my body, a dirty smile on his face. With his hands he supported his weight, stretched down to kiss me again. I ran my hands over his back, digging my nails into his skin. An easy movement with his strong arms and he had lifted me up and changed our position so he was sitting and I was straddled over him. I hadn’t expected it and a girlish giggled shot from my lips. Straddled over him, I felt all powerful. Gripping his neck, I moved my lips down to kiss his beautiful mouth again. I felt his hands on my back. They moved up and were in my hair. I pulled away so my back was straight, reaching behind my back to undo my bra. I hesitated before unclipping it. Amongst all the passion and excitement I’d forgotten I was a mere mortal about to expose myself to a God.
‘ It’s ok,’ Rob soothed. ’ Let me see you,’
Reluctantly, I undid my bra, took it off and let it drop to the floor. My self consiousness melted away as I watched the way Rob stared at my bared body, drinking me in, made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. I felt him rise beneath me, causing another hot wave to shoot through my body.
‘ You’re beautiful,’ He breathed in a husky tone. He reached out with his fingers and traced them down my breasts and onto my stomach then he tipped me forward so he could cover my ample breasts with kisses.
I tipped my head back and let out a deep moan, my long dark hair tickling the small of my back. His kisses traced my breasts, up to my collar bone and onto my neck. I pushed my fingers through his hair then wrapped my arms around his neck. We both panted, gasped and moaned. Between kisses we’d look at each other.
Another strong manoeuvre from him and he’d lain me back down on the sofa. I watched him make a line of kisses down the length of my body, stopping at my underwear, his intense hawk-like eyes looked up at me, his lids narrowed. He sat up and with a slow, sensual movement removed my underwear, pulling the plain white material down the length of my legs. Once removed, he traced his kisses back up to my lips and then he lay on top of me. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips onto mine. He grabbed my thigh and pulled it up around his waist, pushing his groin into mine. A warm jolt of electricity shot through me.
‘ Mmmmf,’ I gasped through closed lips. ‘ I want you, Rob. Now,’
‘ Are you sure?,’ He asked, his voice thick with longing.
‘ Yes,’
That was all he needed. He wasn’t going to ask twice. His hand delved down to guide himself into me. He pushed into me and we both groaned out loud. With one hand gripping my hip and the other in my hair he pumped in and out of me. Each movement of his hips caused a firework of feeling to explode through my body. I moaned louder with every thrust. Faster and faster, his thrusts became. My hands trailed down to his hips and I felt his delicious movements before sliding them round to his buttocks. He ground into me. Thick, gritty groans came from his throat. He released the tight grip he had on my hip and brought it up to my face. His blue-grey eyes burned into mine. Two blazing pools of beautiful sensation. He lowered his head and pressed his lips onto mine. I gasped and groaned into his lips. His thrusts sped up.
‘ Fuck,’ He gasped, his throaty voice overwhelming my senses. ‘ Oh fuck,’
I wrapped my thighs around his waist and felt my back arch against his movements. A deliciously warm sensation had begun building up inside me.
‘ Harder,’ I breathed. ‘ Harder,’
He obliged me very well. My breasts shaking with the force of his powerful thrusts. The warming sensation began to develop in intensity and I instinctively started grinding myself against his hard pelvic bone. The warmth teased me, back and forth it came becoming overwhelming until I felt like my only life objective was to chase it and make it release it’s full ferocity on me. I ground against him harder, using my legs to pin him against me. He worked well with my writhing body and knew exactly what to do.
‘ That’s it,’ He breathed, gazing down at me. ‘ Get it,’
Strangled sounds escaped my pressed together lips. Desperate to reach my goal. With both hands he grabbed my hips and rammed into me.
‘ Yes!,’ I cried out.
I’d pinned down the warm sensation and it released itself on to me. Hot waves of pleasure raged through me. Each wave increasing in intensity, each one making my body jerk. He pressed his lips into mine. I felt him smile a dirty smile onto my lips. I had been carried away to another world. This hot intoxicating sensation consumed me, touching every nerve ending. With my eyelids tightly closed, I concentrated on only that. My body writhed, jerked and trembled underneath his hard, willing body. Until slowly I emerged from my euphoric state.
‘ I want you on top of me,’ he stated through a thick, lusty voice.
I obliged and moved with him as he swapped positions with me. The lingering warmth of my orgasm residing in me I began to grind my hips. He moaned, tilting back his head. His fingers gripped my hips and I moved rhythmically, my moves speeding up. I moved furiously, my hands pressed firmly on his chest. I watched his face intently, waiting for that moment when he released all. I felt his body tighten, his grip firm around my waist. His eyes were open and on fire, the colour dancing within them. With gritted teeth he urged me to move faster, keep going. I did, all the while watching his face. I felt it, his hips pushed upward as he came. His eyes lost in euphoria, the blue-grey pools stared up at me desperately, a deep satisfying moan emerged from him. He gasped. The heat from our bodies radiated, sweat dripped down my back. His face glistened. Our frantic breaths filled the room with sound as we looked at each other, basking in the warm after-glow of amazing sex.
‘ Wow,’ He breathed. A teethy smile spreading across his face. ‘ I have to say, you were amazing,’
‘ Ditto,’
His face grew sensually serious again, he pulled me down so he could kiss me before pulling me off him and wrapping me in his strong arms. Our legs intertwined and our faces so close that our noses almost touched. We lay there in silence, only the sounds of our steadying breaths. Our eyes studying each others faces. I could of lain with him like that forever. I watched him until his eyelids began to swoop and slowly sleep crept over him. Then I watched him sleep. His breathing now steady and rhythmical. The worst thing about loosing your senses is that eventually they come back… and now as I watched this beautiful, unattainable man sleeping while being wrapped up in his arms I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness and shame . What would happen now? He’d make his excuses, leave and for the rest of my life I’d remember this moment and feel like nothing more than a groupie. Someone he used for sex because he could. I forced the feeling out of my head and tried, instead, to just enjoy this moment. I stroked his nose with my index finger before kissing the tip then just lay there and watched him until my own eyelids began to feel heavy. Blackness crept in and out of my vision, each time it came I somewhere found the strength to open them again, not wanting to miss any of this moment. But nothing can fight away exhaustion and eventually the warm embrace of slumber began to creep in around my edges and carry me off to another world. Just before I left entirely I heard his thick, sleepy voice.
‘ Will you come to America with me?,’
And then sleep came and I was gone. Drifting off to a very, very happy place.