just_fck_me | 7.8. Booty Call
7.8. Booty Call
Co-written with doesntwaltz
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
Rob let out a rough, heavy breath as he sunk back into his sweaty sheets, kicking the away from his legs where they had gotten tangled around his thigh. His heart was pounding in his chest and he swiped some perspiration off his forehead with his palm, staring up at the dark ceiling of his room. This totally sucked. It sucked huge balls. His date with Leila had been perfect in every way. Thinking back on it, he couldn't fault it. There might have been some slight hitches in conversation as they wove their way through deeper information about themselves, but that was all part of the fun of getting to know someone. They danced a lot, they ate a lot, and even ended up sharing both pieces of apple pie for dessert rather than have one each. He had walked her home, holding her hand the whole way, but when they got to her place, the decision was thrust upon them whether they should have sex, or leave it on a high.
At the time, kissing her goodnight and leaving it on a high seemed like the best option to Rob. Not that he expected the sex to end badly. He wasn't sure that was possible between them. The sex had been awesome, even considering he had been gagging for it after his ten month drought. But it had been sex, hadn't it? He had this sense that a date like theirs should end in making love, as cheesy and sugary as that sounded. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he honestly made love, even with his wife. Maybe in the early days of their marriage, but it had died off, gotten less and less. Obviously, considering the bitch had been fucking around on him. But that was the past. The here and now was Leila. Only, she wasn't here and now. He was alone in his studio apartment above his mate's place, having just struggled through an extremely unsatisfying jerk off. He had been left sparking after the date and was horny and restless when he got home. All that dancing pressed up close together, and the kisses, and sharing food... it had left him frustrated and doubting his decision to leave it at a good night kiss.
He growled softly in his throat and reached for a handful of tissues. He might have had an orgasm, but he didn't feel satiated at all. He pushed the sheets away from his body to clean himself up quickly. The sooner he got to sleep, the better. If he could even sleep. He was just reaching over to throw the tissues into his bin when his apartment buzzer sounded. He stilled and looked at the clock. It was after two am. "What the fuck?" he said softly, climbing off the bed. Hopefully Pete didn't have some sort of emergency.
Leila waited outside Rob's apartment, hoping like fuck he'd answer. Ever since he'd dropped her off, she hadn't been able to come down off the high of the date. Then there was the added complication of feeling like she needed to be pounded into the mattress with how horny she'd managed to get. She hadn't attempted to get herself off, playing the aroused martyr as she tried to sleep, and failed miserably. She just knew nothing would be as satisfying as being with Rob. Not anymore, and in a way she actually hated him for it.
She'd only pulled on a tank top and sweatpants before she'd left for his place, the idea of a booty call something that wasn't going to leave her alone. If nothing else it was worth a shot. What was the worse that could happen? She'd just have to get back in her car, and get herself off before driving home. She really hoped she wasn't about to make an idiot of herself. Leila pressed the buzzer again, getting a little impatient now that she was here.
Rob's stomach gave a small nervous flip. He really hoped someone wasn't bleeding or needing him to call 911. The buzzing was insistent, so rather than fumbling around in the darkened room for pants, he just unhooked his towel from the back of the chair in the corner of the room and wrapped it around his waist. It was summer, and two am. He was sure he wasn't the only guy who slept in the buff in summer. He hit the buzzer on the wall. "Yeah?" he said at the intercom, his voice hoarse from the small amount of broken sleep he had managed.
Leila breathed out a sigh as she rest her forehead against the wall next to intercom. She smiled a little, his voice sending shudders through her body. "You really need to open this door, Littlerock, or I'm not going to be held responsible if I just start masturbating on your doorstep."
Rob froze, his hand resting against the intercom button. He had to swallow as his dick immediately started to react, resting his head against the wall and counting to ten in his head. If she came up, there was no way he was going to resist her, no matter how much he was thinking he should try. But wasn't that what got him into this state in the first place. He still had a sheen of sweat over his body and his hair was sticking out all over the place now it had grown a little longer on his leave. He reached and flicked the light on. "Okay, come on up," he told her, hitting the button to unlock the downstairs door and unchained the door to this apartment, opening it up for her.
Leila didn't need to be told twice as the blonde made her way up. Her own hair was messy, Leila not taking any time to brush it before she was in the car. She figured if he could handle her like this, then it was golden. She was wearing her glasses though, not trusting her horny short-sighted self to make it this far without an accident if she wasn't wearing them. Leila stood at the threshold of his apartment and hesitated a moment before she stepped over it.
He had to be wearing a towel, didn't he? She bit her lip and moved towards him. "Hey. Sorry if I woke you up... Kind of wasn't thinking too straight on account of needing to have sex with you. I don't think there's rules that cover this part of the date... plus technically it's over. We're not actually breaking the date rule."
Rob's mouth was now hanging open a little. The horny buzzing through him was making his brain work just that little bit less than it would at two am, which wouldn't be much to start with anyway. Truth was, this was how he found her at her hottest. It was natural, and it was relaxed, and he did really love her glasses. "I was just, um..." he began but he didn't manage to finish. He stepped forward, pulling her into his arms and pressing her up against the wall in a heated kiss.
Leila's arms wrapped around him, and she kissed him back hungrily as she hooked her leg over his hip to bring him closer. She could feel every bit of muscle beneath his skin, the work outs he got with the Army definitely doing him justice. Any more words that were going to make it out her lips, didn't. As soon as he had her against that wall it was like her brain just didn't need to work anymore.
Rob broke the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath. He licked his lips, still tasting her there as he continued to feel his heart pounding in his chest. He searched her eyes, more than aware the small towel really wasn't going to be hiding the fact he was more than ready to give into the electric chemistry between them. "Um, sorry... why were you here again?" he panted, trying to pick through the hazy arousal in his head. He had already been well perving on her before she even spoke. This is what happened with UST and post-unsatisfying masturbation. Actually, he felt really impressed at the erection he was now sporting considering he'd only had an orgasm a couple of minutes before.
Leila smirked and pushed him away enough to tug her tank top up and over her head. She also toed out of her shoes and pushed her sweatpants down over her hips so she was standing before him naked. Leaving in a rush meant she'd conveniently forgotten her underwear. She gripped the back of his neck to pull him close again as she captured his mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips to get a taste. "Booty call," she panted between kisses, her other hand gripping the towel and pulling it away from his body. Her hand found his erection, and her fingers wrapped around as she moaned low in her throat. "Do you mind?"
"Does it feel like I mind?" Rob growled and his head dropped back a little with a moan. How was it that her hand managed to feel a thousand times better than his own had? He thrust forward into her hand, unable to stop himself seeking some friction, especially now she was there and naked. His hands started to explore over her body, brushing over her hips to her waist. He held her against him, but he pushed a hand between them to cup her breast, trailing soft circles around her nipple before he leaned forward to take it into his mouth, his tongue lapping against it until it peaked to hardness. There was a tiny little voice in his head trying to warn him to slow down, but fuck that. Why did he need to slow down? It was just his misguided conscience. He needed this, he just had to let himself know it was okay to take it when it was given. He walked her backwards towards the bed. As hot as it would be to take her against the wall, he just wanted it on the bed.
"Good, because I'm not sure I can really stop right now..." Leila let out a choked moan as he teased her nipple, her fingers clawing at his skin. "I just really needed you... Fuck, I'm so wet and horny, and it's all your fault." There was no real conviction in her tone, her words coming out between pants and moans. It was true, though. She'd spent all night thinking about him, and now she was in a state because of it. She could feel her thighs slick with arousal, and all she really wanted was him inside her. She barely noticed when the mattress was suddenly up against her back, and she was lying down with Rob on top of her. Leila gave his cock a firm squeeze, her blue eyes dark behind the glasses as she looked up at him. "I missed you."
Rob smiled down at her, already rocking his hips softly against hers. "I had the most unsatisfying toss of my life tonight because of you," he revealed and reached up beyond her head to his drawer, grabbing out a strip of condoms. He shifted back so he was laying on top of her again and tore the wrapper open on the top on with his teeth. The condom was sitting loosely between his lips, but he was smirking at her around it as he reached between them, sliding his fingers inside her to feel how wet she was. He growled softly in his throat, brushing his thumb teasingly against her clit as he pressed his cock against her hip bone.
"I couldn't even get myself off tonight because I knew nothing but your dick was going to do." Leila's head tilted back as she arched up off the bed and tightened her legs around him. "So I guess we're even... Jesus, Rob..." She let go of his cock, her tongue sliding against her bottom lip as she writhed beneath him and gripped his shoulders. She wanted to kiss him badly, but with the condom between his lips, it wasn't going to happen. Instead she pulled herself up, turning her head in towards his neck as she licked at his throat and nipped at the skin.
Rob laughed, managing to keep a hold of the condom with his lips. If she kept vicing him with her legs like that, it was going to be impossible to get his hands down there to get it on. There was a brief flash of mischief in his eyes when he took the condom from his mouth and reached behind him to press it into her hand. "You put it on," he told her, his voice thick with the arousal he hadn't been able to shake all night.
Leila moved, relaxing her legs enough so that she could slide her hand behind them. She sucked in her stomach, looking down the lengths of their bodies as she rolled the latex down the length of his erection. She looked back up at him with a smile, and pulled him into a kiss now his mouth was free.
Rob kissed her back slowly, bringing the whole thing back down a notch. He wanted it to last, even if there was a risk they would both spontaneously combust in the process. He smoothed his hand down her body and reached under her to cup her ass, massaging it softly. He settled back between her legs, enjoying the fact she was so hot and wet for him. He rocked slowly with her, his cock sweeping against her slick folds. The kiss deepened as he positioned himself and then pulled her ass up as he entered her, taking her smoothly and deeply with a soft growl in his throat.
Leila pulled back so she could gasp, her arms tightening around Rob's neck as she held him close for a moment. There was definitely a danger of spontaneous combustion, but now she had what she wanted. He was inside her, and they were here together. She wet her full lips, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to catch her breath. She could do slow... right? It didn't have to be rushed. She hadn't even thought about after, if she would stay, or go. Booty call meant she had to leave, didn't it? Leila kissed him again, keeping it slow. A part of her wanted to ask, while the rest of her just wanted to focus on right now. It was the latter that won out as she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
When Rob started moving, it was slow and purposeful. He could sense a little that something was going through her mind so he eased out of the kiss, using his hand to tuck his fingers under her chin and tilt her head up so she could see his eyes. He smiled down at her and brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, holding her gaze for a few moments as he moved inside her with a slow rhythm. He dipped his head and started to kiss soft trails of kisses across her jaw to her throat, drinking in how amazing it felt to have her like this after imagining hot, sweaty fucking all night.
Leila almost expected her glasses to fog up with how intense, and hot things were. She reached blindly for them, pulling them off her face and only just managing to leave them on the bedside table. When Rob was this close, she didn't really need them. She touched his face in turn, feeling the slightest hint of stubble under her fingertips. This really wasn't how she'd imagined it to be when she'd decided on a booty call, but the truth was this was better. It was infinitely better. Leila murmured his name softly, and repeatedly, her hands running over his shoulders and back.
Rob was strong enough to pull himself up slightly and shift his hips so that each time he pulled out and entered her again, his cock brushed lightly against her clit. It did take some concentration, but he was already focused on every inch of her body and trying to make her feel good... make them both feel good together. That's what it was all about. Yeah, it could be a booty call, but it didn't have to. It could be post-date sex... lovemaking. He remembered her saying she maybe hadn't done that before, or hadn't done that in a long time. Maybe it wasn't even that, but it was something between them and he wanted to hold onto that and feel it in the way they were together physically. His lips found hers again and he kissed her, swirling his tongue against hers and indulging in the way she tasted and felt beneath him, and wrapped around him.
Something was coiling tight in the pit of Leila's stomach besides desire, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. This felt different to any other time she'd been with someone, like it had something all the others had been lacking. Maybe it was just the fact that they'd bonded already, their instant connection still carrying over despite the few moments of awkwardness on the dates. There was nothing akward about this, and Leila was getting closer and closer to coming undone. As the kissed eased off, she met his gaze, biting down on her lip as she pushed her feet against the bed. She could feel warning tingles already building, and wanted this to last just a little bit longer.
When the kissed burnt out again only from the sheer need of oxygen, Rob rested his forehead against hers with a smile. He brushed another couple of brief, small kisses to her full lips, holding her gaze as he slid rhythmically in and out of her, taking her deeply each time to try just that little bit more to connect them with each thrust. Their skin was damp with sweat from an exertion neither probably realised. It wasn't an effort, that was the difference, and why it wasn't just raw sex. He felt like there were some words on the tip of his tongue, but they weren't quite coming to fruition. It didn't matter, though. He walked his fingertips over the soft skin of her torso, mapping out the curves of her body, and then tracing them around the swell of her breasts, all the while still hold their gaze and keeping his gentle rhythm of deep strokes within her.
Leila slid her arms under his, wrapping them around Rob's torso as she felt a shudder rip through her body. She couldn't hold off any longer, and kept her gaze locked in his as her hips bucked and she moaned his name. Her legs locked around him, holding him deep inside her as her muscles clamped down around him, and clenched with aftershocks. She was still murmuring his name as she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she smiled up at him.
Watching her come, and feeling her clenching tightly around him was what tipped Rob rapidly over the edge. Another smile appeared right before his eyes fell closed and he rested his head against her shoulder. His groaned softly as all the sensations pooled between his legs and with a couple more heavy thrusts, trying to indulge just a little longer in her wet warmth around him, he exploded inside her, his breath exiting him in an exerted rush. His cock pulsed deep inside her, draining him and as he came down from the peak, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a tight embrace, his face still resting against her shoulder, and he pressed his lips against her skin in a soft kiss.
Leila turned her head to rest it against his as she closed her eyes, trying like hell to remember every single part of this moment, and how Rob felt inside her. A tiny part of her wished there hadn't been a condom, but that was just playing with fire. She swept her hand down his back, and kissed his temple as she broke out into a smile again. "I'm sure I'm supposed to say something right now, but I can't really think of anything that makes sense," she whispered.
Rob laughed softly, rubbing his fingers slowly up and down her arm. "S'okay... I think words left me with the orgasm," he murmured, swallowing to wet his throat. He was reluctant to move. He hadn't felt this nice in a long time, and he was still inside her. "This is real nice," he added in a whisper. "I should have come in, back at your place. I thought I was doing the right thing."
"Hey, it's okay. I mean, it might not have been this hot if you did. You were right about the waiting." Leila opened her eyes to look at him, still keeping her voice low. "So what if it was only a few hours?"
Rob was fighting off that urge to fall asleep. He told his ego it was because it was approaching 3am and nothing to do with the fact he had just had a spectacular orgasm. "Stay," he said softly, still not releasing the embrace. "Stay with me."
Leila nodded, relief making her let out a rush of air. "I wasn't sure... I wanted to, but I didn't know if you'd want me to."
Rob carefully pulled out of her, resting on his side to remove the condom and discard it in a tissue into the bin. He was back by her side in an instant, wrapping himself around her again and pulling the sheets up over them. "I want you," he whispered. "I want you to stay."
Leila smiled as she wrapped her arms around his and relaxed against him. "You sure? We're not breaking any rules, are we? I don't want you to feel... I don't want you to feel rushed."
"I'm allowed to break my own rules," Rob murmured, smirking softly as his blue eyes closed again. He rested his leg over hers, their feet sliding together under the sheets. "And that wasn't fucking, so it doesn't count."
Leila smirked, rubbing her hand against his arm as she let her eyes fall closed and felt her breathing began to even out. "So if it's not fucking, it doesn't count? I think I like that rule... I like whatever it was."
Rob was all but asleep, his head tucked in against her cheek. "No rules for lovemaking..." he mumbled in clarification, just before the events of the night caught up with him and sleep claimed him, causing him to go out like a light with his arms wrapped securely around her.
Word Count | 3,815
Co-written with doesntwaltz
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
Rob let out a rough, heavy breath as he sunk back into his sweaty sheets, kicking the away from his legs where they had gotten tangled around his thigh. His heart was pounding in his chest and he swiped some perspiration off his forehead with his palm, staring up at the dark ceiling of his room. This totally sucked. It sucked huge balls. His date with Leila had been perfect in every way. Thinking back on it, he couldn't fault it. There might have been some slight hitches in conversation as they wove their way through deeper information about themselves, but that was all part of the fun of getting to know someone. They danced a lot, they ate a lot, and even ended up sharing both pieces of apple pie for dessert rather than have one each. He had walked her home, holding her hand the whole way, but when they got to her place, the decision was thrust upon them whether they should have sex, or leave it on a high.
At the time, kissing her goodnight and leaving it on a high seemed like the best option to Rob. Not that he expected the sex to end badly. He wasn't sure that was possible between them. The sex had been awesome, even considering he had been gagging for it after his ten month drought. But it had been sex, hadn't it? He had this sense that a date like theirs should end in making love, as cheesy and sugary as that sounded. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he honestly made love, even with his wife. Maybe in the early days of their marriage, but it had died off, gotten less and less. Obviously, considering the bitch had been fucking around on him. But that was the past. The here and now was Leila. Only, she wasn't here and now. He was alone in his studio apartment above his mate's place, having just struggled through an extremely unsatisfying jerk off. He had been left sparking after the date and was horny and restless when he got home. All that dancing pressed up close together, and the kisses, and sharing food... it had left him frustrated and doubting his decision to leave it at a good night kiss.
He growled softly in his throat and reached for a handful of tissues. He might have had an orgasm, but he didn't feel satiated at all. He pushed the sheets away from his body to clean himself up quickly. The sooner he got to sleep, the better. If he could even sleep. He was just reaching over to throw the tissues into his bin when his apartment buzzer sounded. He stilled and looked at the clock. It was after two am. "What the fuck?" he said softly, climbing off the bed. Hopefully Pete didn't have some sort of emergency.
Leila waited outside Rob's apartment, hoping like fuck he'd answer. Ever since he'd dropped her off, she hadn't been able to come down off the high of the date. Then there was the added complication of feeling like she needed to be pounded into the mattress with how horny she'd managed to get. She hadn't attempted to get herself off, playing the aroused martyr as she tried to sleep, and failed miserably. She just knew nothing would be as satisfying as being with Rob. Not anymore, and in a way she actually hated him for it.
She'd only pulled on a tank top and sweatpants before she'd left for his place, the idea of a booty call something that wasn't going to leave her alone. If nothing else it was worth a shot. What was the worse that could happen? She'd just have to get back in her car, and get herself off before driving home. She really hoped she wasn't about to make an idiot of herself. Leila pressed the buzzer again, getting a little impatient now that she was here.
Rob's stomach gave a small nervous flip. He really hoped someone wasn't bleeding or needing him to call 911. The buzzing was insistent, so rather than fumbling around in the darkened room for pants, he just unhooked his towel from the back of the chair in the corner of the room and wrapped it around his waist. It was summer, and two am. He was sure he wasn't the only guy who slept in the buff in summer. He hit the buzzer on the wall. "Yeah?" he said at the intercom, his voice hoarse from the small amount of broken sleep he had managed.
Leila breathed out a sigh as she rest her forehead against the wall next to intercom. She smiled a little, his voice sending shudders through her body. "You really need to open this door, Littlerock, or I'm not going to be held responsible if I just start masturbating on your doorstep."
Rob froze, his hand resting against the intercom button. He had to swallow as his dick immediately started to react, resting his head against the wall and counting to ten in his head. If she came up, there was no way he was going to resist her, no matter how much he was thinking he should try. But wasn't that what got him into this state in the first place. He still had a sheen of sweat over his body and his hair was sticking out all over the place now it had grown a little longer on his leave. He reached and flicked the light on. "Okay, come on up," he told her, hitting the button to unlock the downstairs door and unchained the door to this apartment, opening it up for her.
Leila didn't need to be told twice as the blonde made her way up. Her own hair was messy, Leila not taking any time to brush it before she was in the car. She figured if he could handle her like this, then it was golden. She was wearing her glasses though, not trusting her horny short-sighted self to make it this far without an accident if she wasn't wearing them. Leila stood at the threshold of his apartment and hesitated a moment before she stepped over it.
He had to be wearing a towel, didn't he? She bit her lip and moved towards him. "Hey. Sorry if I woke you up... Kind of wasn't thinking too straight on account of needing to have sex with you. I don't think there's rules that cover this part of the date... plus technically it's over. We're not actually breaking the date rule."
Rob's mouth was now hanging open a little. The horny buzzing through him was making his brain work just that little bit less than it would at two am, which wouldn't be much to start with anyway. Truth was, this was how he found her at her hottest. It was natural, and it was relaxed, and he did really love her glasses. "I was just, um..." he began but he didn't manage to finish. He stepped forward, pulling her into his arms and pressing her up against the wall in a heated kiss.
Leila's arms wrapped around him, and she kissed him back hungrily as she hooked her leg over his hip to bring him closer. She could feel every bit of muscle beneath his skin, the work outs he got with the Army definitely doing him justice. Any more words that were going to make it out her lips, didn't. As soon as he had her against that wall it was like her brain just didn't need to work anymore.
Rob broke the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath. He licked his lips, still tasting her there as he continued to feel his heart pounding in his chest. He searched her eyes, more than aware the small towel really wasn't going to be hiding the fact he was more than ready to give into the electric chemistry between them. "Um, sorry... why were you here again?" he panted, trying to pick through the hazy arousal in his head. He had already been well perving on her before she even spoke. This is what happened with UST and post-unsatisfying masturbation. Actually, he felt really impressed at the erection he was now sporting considering he'd only had an orgasm a couple of minutes before.
Leila smirked and pushed him away enough to tug her tank top up and over her head. She also toed out of her shoes and pushed her sweatpants down over her hips so she was standing before him naked. Leaving in a rush meant she'd conveniently forgotten her underwear. She gripped the back of his neck to pull him close again as she captured his mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips to get a taste. "Booty call," she panted between kisses, her other hand gripping the towel and pulling it away from his body. Her hand found his erection, and her fingers wrapped around as she moaned low in her throat. "Do you mind?"
"Does it feel like I mind?" Rob growled and his head dropped back a little with a moan. How was it that her hand managed to feel a thousand times better than his own had? He thrust forward into her hand, unable to stop himself seeking some friction, especially now she was there and naked. His hands started to explore over her body, brushing over her hips to her waist. He held her against him, but he pushed a hand between them to cup her breast, trailing soft circles around her nipple before he leaned forward to take it into his mouth, his tongue lapping against it until it peaked to hardness. There was a tiny little voice in his head trying to warn him to slow down, but fuck that. Why did he need to slow down? It was just his misguided conscience. He needed this, he just had to let himself know it was okay to take it when it was given. He walked her backwards towards the bed. As hot as it would be to take her against the wall, he just wanted it on the bed.
"Good, because I'm not sure I can really stop right now..." Leila let out a choked moan as he teased her nipple, her fingers clawing at his skin. "I just really needed you... Fuck, I'm so wet and horny, and it's all your fault." There was no real conviction in her tone, her words coming out between pants and moans. It was true, though. She'd spent all night thinking about him, and now she was in a state because of it. She could feel her thighs slick with arousal, and all she really wanted was him inside her. She barely noticed when the mattress was suddenly up against her back, and she was lying down with Rob on top of her. Leila gave his cock a firm squeeze, her blue eyes dark behind the glasses as she looked up at him. "I missed you."
Rob smiled down at her, already rocking his hips softly against hers. "I had the most unsatisfying toss of my life tonight because of you," he revealed and reached up beyond her head to his drawer, grabbing out a strip of condoms. He shifted back so he was laying on top of her again and tore the wrapper open on the top on with his teeth. The condom was sitting loosely between his lips, but he was smirking at her around it as he reached between them, sliding his fingers inside her to feel how wet she was. He growled softly in his throat, brushing his thumb teasingly against her clit as he pressed his cock against her hip bone.
"I couldn't even get myself off tonight because I knew nothing but your dick was going to do." Leila's head tilted back as she arched up off the bed and tightened her legs around him. "So I guess we're even... Jesus, Rob..." She let go of his cock, her tongue sliding against her bottom lip as she writhed beneath him and gripped his shoulders. She wanted to kiss him badly, but with the condom between his lips, it wasn't going to happen. Instead she pulled herself up, turning her head in towards his neck as she licked at his throat and nipped at the skin.
Rob laughed, managing to keep a hold of the condom with his lips. If she kept vicing him with her legs like that, it was going to be impossible to get his hands down there to get it on. There was a brief flash of mischief in his eyes when he took the condom from his mouth and reached behind him to press it into her hand. "You put it on," he told her, his voice thick with the arousal he hadn't been able to shake all night.
Leila moved, relaxing her legs enough so that she could slide her hand behind them. She sucked in her stomach, looking down the lengths of their bodies as she rolled the latex down the length of his erection. She looked back up at him with a smile, and pulled him into a kiss now his mouth was free.
Rob kissed her back slowly, bringing the whole thing back down a notch. He wanted it to last, even if there was a risk they would both spontaneously combust in the process. He smoothed his hand down her body and reached under her to cup her ass, massaging it softly. He settled back between her legs, enjoying the fact she was so hot and wet for him. He rocked slowly with her, his cock sweeping against her slick folds. The kiss deepened as he positioned himself and then pulled her ass up as he entered her, taking her smoothly and deeply with a soft growl in his throat.
Leila pulled back so she could gasp, her arms tightening around Rob's neck as she held him close for a moment. There was definitely a danger of spontaneous combustion, but now she had what she wanted. He was inside her, and they were here together. She wet her full lips, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to catch her breath. She could do slow... right? It didn't have to be rushed. She hadn't even thought about after, if she would stay, or go. Booty call meant she had to leave, didn't it? Leila kissed him again, keeping it slow. A part of her wanted to ask, while the rest of her just wanted to focus on right now. It was the latter that won out as she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
When Rob started moving, it was slow and purposeful. He could sense a little that something was going through her mind so he eased out of the kiss, using his hand to tuck his fingers under her chin and tilt her head up so she could see his eyes. He smiled down at her and brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, holding her gaze for a few moments as he moved inside her with a slow rhythm. He dipped his head and started to kiss soft trails of kisses across her jaw to her throat, drinking in how amazing it felt to have her like this after imagining hot, sweaty fucking all night.
Leila almost expected her glasses to fog up with how intense, and hot things were. She reached blindly for them, pulling them off her face and only just managing to leave them on the bedside table. When Rob was this close, she didn't really need them. She touched his face in turn, feeling the slightest hint of stubble under her fingertips. This really wasn't how she'd imagined it to be when she'd decided on a booty call, but the truth was this was better. It was infinitely better. Leila murmured his name softly, and repeatedly, her hands running over his shoulders and back.
Rob was strong enough to pull himself up slightly and shift his hips so that each time he pulled out and entered her again, his cock brushed lightly against her clit. It did take some concentration, but he was already focused on every inch of her body and trying to make her feel good... make them both feel good together. That's what it was all about. Yeah, it could be a booty call, but it didn't have to. It could be post-date sex... lovemaking. He remembered her saying she maybe hadn't done that before, or hadn't done that in a long time. Maybe it wasn't even that, but it was something between them and he wanted to hold onto that and feel it in the way they were together physically. His lips found hers again and he kissed her, swirling his tongue against hers and indulging in the way she tasted and felt beneath him, and wrapped around him.
Something was coiling tight in the pit of Leila's stomach besides desire, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. This felt different to any other time she'd been with someone, like it had something all the others had been lacking. Maybe it was just the fact that they'd bonded already, their instant connection still carrying over despite the few moments of awkwardness on the dates. There was nothing akward about this, and Leila was getting closer and closer to coming undone. As the kissed eased off, she met his gaze, biting down on her lip as she pushed her feet against the bed. She could feel warning tingles already building, and wanted this to last just a little bit longer.
When the kissed burnt out again only from the sheer need of oxygen, Rob rested his forehead against hers with a smile. He brushed another couple of brief, small kisses to her full lips, holding her gaze as he slid rhythmically in and out of her, taking her deeply each time to try just that little bit more to connect them with each thrust. Their skin was damp with sweat from an exertion neither probably realised. It wasn't an effort, that was the difference, and why it wasn't just raw sex. He felt like there were some words on the tip of his tongue, but they weren't quite coming to fruition. It didn't matter, though. He walked his fingertips over the soft skin of her torso, mapping out the curves of her body, and then tracing them around the swell of her breasts, all the while still hold their gaze and keeping his gentle rhythm of deep strokes within her.
Leila slid her arms under his, wrapping them around Rob's torso as she felt a shudder rip through her body. She couldn't hold off any longer, and kept her gaze locked in his as her hips bucked and she moaned his name. Her legs locked around him, holding him deep inside her as her muscles clamped down around him, and clenched with aftershocks. She was still murmuring his name as she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she smiled up at him.
Watching her come, and feeling her clenching tightly around him was what tipped Rob rapidly over the edge. Another smile appeared right before his eyes fell closed and he rested his head against her shoulder. His groaned softly as all the sensations pooled between his legs and with a couple more heavy thrusts, trying to indulge just a little longer in her wet warmth around him, he exploded inside her, his breath exiting him in an exerted rush. His cock pulsed deep inside her, draining him and as he came down from the peak, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a tight embrace, his face still resting against her shoulder, and he pressed his lips against her skin in a soft kiss.
Leila turned her head to rest it against his as she closed her eyes, trying like hell to remember every single part of this moment, and how Rob felt inside her. A tiny part of her wished there hadn't been a condom, but that was just playing with fire. She swept her hand down his back, and kissed his temple as she broke out into a smile again. "I'm sure I'm supposed to say something right now, but I can't really think of anything that makes sense," she whispered.
Rob laughed softly, rubbing his fingers slowly up and down her arm. "S'okay... I think words left me with the orgasm," he murmured, swallowing to wet his throat. He was reluctant to move. He hadn't felt this nice in a long time, and he was still inside her. "This is real nice," he added in a whisper. "I should have come in, back at your place. I thought I was doing the right thing."
"Hey, it's okay. I mean, it might not have been this hot if you did. You were right about the waiting." Leila opened her eyes to look at him, still keeping her voice low. "So what if it was only a few hours?"
Rob was fighting off that urge to fall asleep. He told his ego it was because it was approaching 3am and nothing to do with the fact he had just had a spectacular orgasm. "Stay," he said softly, still not releasing the embrace. "Stay with me."
Leila nodded, relief making her let out a rush of air. "I wasn't sure... I wanted to, but I didn't know if you'd want me to."
Rob carefully pulled out of her, resting on his side to remove the condom and discard it in a tissue into the bin. He was back by her side in an instant, wrapping himself around her again and pulling the sheets up over them. "I want you," he whispered. "I want you to stay."
Leila smiled as she wrapped her arms around his and relaxed against him. "You sure? We're not breaking any rules, are we? I don't want you to feel... I don't want you to feel rushed."
"I'm allowed to break my own rules," Rob murmured, smirking softly as his blue eyes closed again. He rested his leg over hers, their feet sliding together under the sheets. "And that wasn't fucking, so it doesn't count."
Leila smirked, rubbing her hand against his arm as she let her eyes fall closed and felt her breathing began to even out. "So if it's not fucking, it doesn't count? I think I like that rule... I like whatever it was."
Rob was all but asleep, his head tucked in against her cheek. "No rules for lovemaking..." he mumbled in clarification, just before the events of the night caught up with him and sleep claimed him, causing him to go out like a light with his arms wrapped securely around her.
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