#54 Loathe, prompt for productivity100
TITLE: Horizontal samba
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kristen
PROMPT: #54 Loathe
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Rob attempts to give Kristen a foot massage but fails miserably. At least he has other skill sets he's good at.
WARNINGS: Sex. There really is no point trying to create nice warnings.
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
I don't write a lot of smut. I'm always so nervous about it. I'm the queen of fluff and tdog0105 is the queen of smut. That's just how it is. But I try. So here it is. Smut? Please enjoy. I hope.
***
“Alright, aaaaaand… CUT!”
Kristen leaned heavily against Rob’s side when Bill called out loudly, his voice echoing amidst the loud Samba music and the chattering people. Rob turned and pressed his cheek against Kristen’s head quickly and squeezed her fingers.
“Are you okay?” He asked and Kristen shook her head, grimacing slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“My feet hurt,” she mumbled quietly, shifting her weight between her two feet. “I hate these shoes. They’re pretty, but I fucking hate them.”
Rob smiled sympathetically at her and wrapped his hand around her waist, cocking his head towards their director. “Well I think we’re just about done. Where are your trainers?”
“It’s um…” Kristen lifted her head and looked around, shrugging. “It’s somewhere, I guess. I’ll change my shoes when we catch a break.”
“No, no,” Bill called out, crossing the few steps separating him and his actors. “No need for a break, it’s a wrap for tonight!”
“Really?” She blinked happily, shifting her feet from side to side again. She didn’t even hear him call for a wrap, probably because the shoes were really killing her. “For real?”
“Yes, for real. Sorry I had you up all night, but you know…” Bill shrugged, smiling at them. “Did I tire out my actors?”
“Not really… well, uh,” Rob glanced at Kristen and smiled. “She hates her shoes.”
Kristen’s eyes widened. “Rob, seriously!”
Bill chuckled, shaking his head at the two. “Well, I’m sorry about the shoes. But, you’re both free to go and you can sleep the whole morning off. You two don’t have to leave for the location until the afternoon.”
“I guess we’ll see you around then,” Rob said, lifting his free hand to shake their director’s hand. Kristen pulled away from Rob to give Bill a short hug before quickly resuming her place by her boyfriend’s side, leaning heavily against him. “Thank you for today.”
“It was a pleasure,” Bill smiled, waving his hand at them. “Now go, you two. Go back to the hotel and do what… you kids like to do.”
Kristen snorted as Rob helped her walk along the concrete streets of Lapa, heading for the trailer they insisted they share. After wiping off all remnants of make-up, removing their contact lenses and changing back to their street clothes, the two of them made their way back into their car where Kristen promptly moaned the moment her ass hit the leather seats.
“That sounds nice, baby,” Rob joked when he slid in right after her, tapping her knees to pull her feet up. Kristen swung her legs over his thighs, sighing when he took her sneakers off her feet. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Kristen murmured, her eyes closing out of their own volition when Rob started massaging her feet. “That feels really nice.”
“Good,” Rob chuckled, pressing his thumb on the sole of her feet. “I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m glad it feels good.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed in appreciation when Rob hit a particularly tender spot and he kneaded the muscles to relieve the tension. After minutes of her boyfriend’s careful ministrations, Kristen’s eyes felt heavy, the exhaustion finally catching up.
“C’mere,” Rob whispered and Kristen wiggled her ass towards him, laying her head down on his shoulder. She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his, just as she felt him kiss the top of her head. “Should I be worried that you’ve been falling asleep on me in the car ever since we got here?”
“Jeez man, cut me some slack,” Kristen mumbled tiredly, rubbing her head against his shoulder. “Sorry if I’m not your go-to travel buddy and fucking high heeled shoes hate me.”
Rob chuckled, stroking the side of her face with his free hand. “Hey, I was joking,” he said, kissing her hair again and again. “I’m sorry. You can sleep on me all you want.”
“You better. And I’m going to teach you how to do a foot massage,” she grumbled before sleep finally overtook her. Rob rested his cheek against the top of Kristen’s head while he looked out the window, listening to her breathe. He didn’t even notice how his eyes had started drooping, and the next thing he knew, he’s passed out asleep.
***
“Robert. Wake up!”
“What?” Rob jolted awake as quickly as he could, careful not to jostle Kristen too much. John was peering over him, shaking his shoulder gently. “What?”
“Wake up, we’re at the hotel,” John said, moving away from the door, clutching Kristen’s sneakers in his hand. Rob could see the harsh lights of the underground parking and he rubbed his eyes with his palm, blinking back the sleepiness. John nodded at the sleeping girl beside him. “You need help with her?”
“Uh, no,” Rob mumbled, slowly loosening Kristen’s grip from his hand. “Baby, wake up. We’re at the hotel.”
“Nooo,” she whined, shaking her head.
“Come on, Kris. I can’t lift you out of the car and I don’t want to have to drag you out of it either.”
Kristen grumbled as she swung her legs off of Rob and waited for him to get out before scooting over to the door. She yelped in surprise when he slipped his arms under her, cradling her close to his chest.
She sighed as she grabbed hold of his neck, her hands tightening around him for support. “Rob, put me down,” she said softly, despite the fact that she was clutching on tightly to him. Rob huffed, brushing his nose against her hair.
“Later,” he mumbled and the elevator dinged their arrival on their floor. John was the only one who followed them out, helping Rob open the door and leaving Kristen’s shoes inside. “Thanks John. We’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Sure thing,” John said, heading for the door. “See you after lunch.”
Rob gently placed Kristen in the middle of the bed, carefully slipping her arms off of his neck. He brushed the hair off her face and kissed her cheek, smiling when she found her staring back.
“Hi,” he whispered and Kristen combed her fingers through his hair, pulling him close for a kiss. Rob dipped his head down, sighing when he brushed against her lip and Kristen opened up, their tongues tangling passionately. He pulled away to catch a breath before dragging his lips against her jaw, ending with a gentle flick of his tongue and a nibble on her ear. “Hmm.”
Kristen gently scratched his scalp while Rob nuzzled his face in her neck, smiling against her skin. She tugged on his hair lightly and turned to face him, grinning at his peaceful expression.
“Are we like,” she paused, lifting a finger to trace his slightly swollen lip. “Are we going to just make out all night? Or morning. Whatever.”
Rob chuckled, dragging his hand under her shirt to stroke her side. “Of course not,” he murmured, going back to kissing her skin. “I was thinking of doing something more than that. Because I’ve been waiting all day to do this.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Rob smiled as he slipped both hands under the soft fabric, lifting the clothing up and over her head. Kristen giggled when his eyes darkened at the sight of the black strapless lacy bra she had on, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips. “Please tell me you’re stealing that from wardrobe.”
“Maybe,” she whispered coyly, her small hands tugging the hem of his shirt up. Her fingers scratched against the trail of hair on his belly and Rob shuddered, the spark of heat shooting up his body. “I really like this red shirt.”
“Oh God, Kristen…” Rob ground out as his hips bucked towards her, hoping for a little bit more friction. His hands moved on its own accord against the slight swell of her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples before slipping one hand behind and snapping the clasps open. Kristen wasted no time in throwing his shirt off of him and flicking the button of his jeans open, while her bra was sent flying off somewhere in the vicinity of the room.
“I’m not in the mood to play tonight,” he whispered against her ear, his lips trailing kisses against the line of her jaw, down to her neck, nipping the soft skin on her collarbone. “We should get down to business.”
“Yeah,” Kristen agreed, moaning when she felt Rob’s thumbs brush against her nipple. “Okay.”
Her body arched while his teeth nipped her expertly and all brain function ceased to exist, all cloudy with haze. All she knew was Rob’s lips and his hands and his body and she felt so, so, so good she didn’t even realize he had managed to remove all of her clothes, the leg of her jeans slipping from her ankle snapping her out of her high.
“You’re not playing fair,” she rasped, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Rob’s boxer briefs. “Get it off.”
He grunted as he pulled away slightly to aid her in shedding his jeans and underwear, letting out a shuddering breath of relief when his cock sprung free.
“Oh, thank God,” Rob sighed, pressing his mouth against her again. Kristen gripped his hips and Rob flipped them over in a move he never thought he’d manage, causing her knees to dig against his sides while she straddled his stomach. He could feel her wetness against his skin, her heat sending a dizzying wave of pleasure over him.
“I like the view from here,” she murmured as she lifted her hips and sank down on him quickly, moaning when she felt him fill her completely. Rob moaned just as loudly at the same time, his fingers gripping her sides tightly as he guided her movement. “So good.”
“Fuck,” his fingers slowly eased up as Kristen pushed her hands against his chest, moving her hips slowly as she rode him. She leaned forward ever so slightly and Rob felt his hips thrust up to meet her, the new position offering him a delicious angle to play with. “Jesus, Kris.”
Kristen leaned down as she captured his lips, pulling away to copy the way he’d been admiring her body all night. Rob shuddered with a moan when she bit his neck ever so lightly, her tongue laving up the red mark she put there. It was probably going to be gone in a couple hours.
“Mine,” she whispered before leaning back, the new angle making Rob moan again and Kristen to whimper in delight. Her hips started to speed up and Rob could feel her tightening around her, the familiar knot deep within him starting to make itself known. “Oh God… R-rob.”
“No, not yet.”
He reached up one hand to grasp the small of her back and he braced one foot flat against the bed, quickly flipping them over with him miraculously still inside her. Kristen gasped loudly and Rob lifted one leg against his waist, spreading her more open for him.
“I get to finish this,” he grunted as he started pummeling into her, drops of sweat dripping against his forehead. Kristen moaned as her fingers scrabbled against his back, her nails scratching and slipping against the slick skin of his shoulder before taking hold of the hair on the back of his head. Rob’s eyes roamed over her and he groaned every time he thrust into her. She whimpered and thrust her hips up against him and Rob swallowed, the knot inside his belly starting to coil even further. “Kris… baby…”
“R-rob… just... ungh-”
The bed shook mightily with Rob’s every thrust, his hips driving forcefully into Kristen’s. Now that he was getting close, Kristen tightened her leg over him and he moaned as he bucked heavily against her, nuzzling his face on the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking and licking her skin.
“Rob,” she whispered and he could feel her tightening against him and his cock seemed to enjoy the warmth. He drew one hand between them and Kristen cried out loud when his thumb flicked her clit a couple of times, the motion pushing her right towards the edge. Her back arched and her eyes scrunched closed, and she pulled his hair tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
“Oh fuckkkkk!” Rob nearly screamed when he felt the delicious pain against his scalp and it threw him right down the edge with her, his hips thrusting erratically as he spilled into her before falling limply over her body, the two of them gasping and gulping for breath.
“Wow,” Kristen murmured in amazement when they both came down from their highs, the heat of Rob’s skin against her cheek burning up against her. “Just… wow.”
“Mmm,” he murmured back and turned his head, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. “You’re absolutely, bloody amazing baby.”
“I could say the same thing.” She dragged her blunt nails over his shoulder blades again, making him shiver. “I love you, baby.”
Rob smiled. “Me too. So, can we now say we’ve done the horizontal samba on the Copacabana?”
Kristen giggled, playing with the soft curls on the nape of his neck. He was practically lying on top of her but he’s managed to keep most of his weight off, his body pressed up against her comfortably. “I think you’re trying to say horizontal mambo. Not, the samba.”
“We’re in Brazil, that’s their dance.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
He shifted slightly and caught sight of her eyes, grinning victoriously at her. “Um, do you think we woke up the Jonas Brothers?”
Kristen groaned and covered her face with both palms. He was still inside her and she squirmed, trying to push him off. “Oh God Rob, SERIOUSLY! God, that’s… ewwww. WHYYYYYY???”
Rob laughed and Kristen had to bite back another moan when she felt the vibrations his body made, causing her to shiver. He grinned and kissed her cheek before moving off of her, a soft whining sound coming off from the back of his throat when they separated.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he murmured, pulling Kristen close and burying his nose in the back of her head. “Mood killer.”
“Fuck yeah, you crazy,” she whined, turning slightly in his embrace.
The dim early morning light started to spill in their room through the small crack of the hotel room curtains, bathing the previously dark room in soft light. Kristen yawned and flopped on her back, turning her face towards Rob.
“You definitely do hot sex better than a foot massage,” she informed him, earning a glare and the ever famous Robert Pattinson pout.
“Glad to be of service,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. “At least I know I’ve got that skill perfected.”
Kristen smirked, brushing her nose against his. “You’ve got it perfect alright.”
AUTHOR: whaddyasay
POSTING OPTION: #4
PAIRING/POV: Rob/Kristen
PROMPT: #54 Loathe
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Rob attempts to give Kristen a foot massage but fails miserably. At least he has other skill sets he's good at.
WARNINGS: Sex. There really is no point trying to create nice warnings.
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and this story is a work of fiction. Don't own anything.
I don't write a lot of smut. I'm always so nervous about it. I'm the queen of fluff and tdog0105 is the queen of smut. That's just how it is. But I try. So here it is. Smut? Please enjoy. I hope.
***
“Alright, aaaaaand… CUT!”
Kristen leaned heavily against Rob’s side when Bill called out loudly, his voice echoing amidst the loud Samba music and the chattering people. Rob turned and pressed his cheek against Kristen’s head quickly and squeezed her fingers.
“Are you okay?” He asked and Kristen shook her head, grimacing slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“My feet hurt,” she mumbled quietly, shifting her weight between her two feet. “I hate these shoes. They’re pretty, but I fucking hate them.”
Rob smiled sympathetically at her and wrapped his hand around her waist, cocking his head towards their director. “Well I think we’re just about done. Where are your trainers?”
“It’s um…” Kristen lifted her head and looked around, shrugging. “It’s somewhere, I guess. I’ll change my shoes when we catch a break.”
“No, no,” Bill called out, crossing the few steps separating him and his actors. “No need for a break, it’s a wrap for tonight!”
“Really?” She blinked happily, shifting her feet from side to side again. She didn’t even hear him call for a wrap, probably because the shoes were really killing her. “For real?”
“Yes, for real. Sorry I had you up all night, but you know…” Bill shrugged, smiling at them. “Did I tire out my actors?”
“Not really… well, uh,” Rob glanced at Kristen and smiled. “She hates her shoes.”
Kristen’s eyes widened. “Rob, seriously!”
Bill chuckled, shaking his head at the two. “Well, I’m sorry about the shoes. But, you’re both free to go and you can sleep the whole morning off. You two don’t have to leave for the location until the afternoon.”
“I guess we’ll see you around then,” Rob said, lifting his free hand to shake their director’s hand. Kristen pulled away from Rob to give Bill a short hug before quickly resuming her place by her boyfriend’s side, leaning heavily against him. “Thank you for today.”
“It was a pleasure,” Bill smiled, waving his hand at them. “Now go, you two. Go back to the hotel and do what… you kids like to do.”
Kristen snorted as Rob helped her walk along the concrete streets of Lapa, heading for the trailer they insisted they share. After wiping off all remnants of make-up, removing their contact lenses and changing back to their street clothes, the two of them made their way back into their car where Kristen promptly moaned the moment her ass hit the leather seats.
“That sounds nice, baby,” Rob joked when he slid in right after her, tapping her knees to pull her feet up. Kristen swung her legs over his thighs, sighing when he took her sneakers off her feet. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Kristen murmured, her eyes closing out of their own volition when Rob started massaging her feet. “That feels really nice.”
“Good,” Rob chuckled, pressing his thumb on the sole of her feet. “I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m glad it feels good.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed in appreciation when Rob hit a particularly tender spot and he kneaded the muscles to relieve the tension. After minutes of her boyfriend’s careful ministrations, Kristen’s eyes felt heavy, the exhaustion finally catching up.
“C’mere,” Rob whispered and Kristen wiggled her ass towards him, laying her head down on his shoulder. She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his, just as she felt him kiss the top of her head. “Should I be worried that you’ve been falling asleep on me in the car ever since we got here?”
“Jeez man, cut me some slack,” Kristen mumbled tiredly, rubbing her head against his shoulder. “Sorry if I’m not your go-to travel buddy and fucking high heeled shoes hate me.”
Rob chuckled, stroking the side of her face with his free hand. “Hey, I was joking,” he said, kissing her hair again and again. “I’m sorry. You can sleep on me all you want.”
“You better. And I’m going to teach you how to do a foot massage,” she grumbled before sleep finally overtook her. Rob rested his cheek against the top of Kristen’s head while he looked out the window, listening to her breathe. He didn’t even notice how his eyes had started drooping, and the next thing he knew, he’s passed out asleep.
***
“Robert. Wake up!”
“What?” Rob jolted awake as quickly as he could, careful not to jostle Kristen too much. John was peering over him, shaking his shoulder gently. “What?”
“Wake up, we’re at the hotel,” John said, moving away from the door, clutching Kristen’s sneakers in his hand. Rob could see the harsh lights of the underground parking and he rubbed his eyes with his palm, blinking back the sleepiness. John nodded at the sleeping girl beside him. “You need help with her?”
“Uh, no,” Rob mumbled, slowly loosening Kristen’s grip from his hand. “Baby, wake up. We’re at the hotel.”
“Nooo,” she whined, shaking her head.
“Come on, Kris. I can’t lift you out of the car and I don’t want to have to drag you out of it either.”
Kristen grumbled as she swung her legs off of Rob and waited for him to get out before scooting over to the door. She yelped in surprise when he slipped his arms under her, cradling her close to his chest.
She sighed as she grabbed hold of his neck, her hands tightening around him for support. “Rob, put me down,” she said softly, despite the fact that she was clutching on tightly to him. Rob huffed, brushing his nose against her hair.
“Later,” he mumbled and the elevator dinged their arrival on their floor. John was the only one who followed them out, helping Rob open the door and leaving Kristen’s shoes inside. “Thanks John. We’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Sure thing,” John said, heading for the door. “See you after lunch.”
Rob gently placed Kristen in the middle of the bed, carefully slipping her arms off of his neck. He brushed the hair off her face and kissed her cheek, smiling when she found her staring back.
“Hi,” he whispered and Kristen combed her fingers through his hair, pulling him close for a kiss. Rob dipped his head down, sighing when he brushed against her lip and Kristen opened up, their tongues tangling passionately. He pulled away to catch a breath before dragging his lips against her jaw, ending with a gentle flick of his tongue and a nibble on her ear. “Hmm.”
Kristen gently scratched his scalp while Rob nuzzled his face in her neck, smiling against her skin. She tugged on his hair lightly and turned to face him, grinning at his peaceful expression.
“Are we like,” she paused, lifting a finger to trace his slightly swollen lip. “Are we going to just make out all night? Or morning. Whatever.”
Rob chuckled, dragging his hand under her shirt to stroke her side. “Of course not,” he murmured, going back to kissing her skin. “I was thinking of doing something more than that. Because I’ve been waiting all day to do this.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Rob smiled as he slipped both hands under the soft fabric, lifting the clothing up and over her head. Kristen giggled when his eyes darkened at the sight of the black strapless lacy bra she had on, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips. “Please tell me you’re stealing that from wardrobe.”
“Maybe,” she whispered coyly, her small hands tugging the hem of his shirt up. Her fingers scratched against the trail of hair on his belly and Rob shuddered, the spark of heat shooting up his body. “I really like this red shirt.”
“Oh God, Kristen…” Rob ground out as his hips bucked towards her, hoping for a little bit more friction. His hands moved on its own accord against the slight swell of her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples before slipping one hand behind and snapping the clasps open. Kristen wasted no time in throwing his shirt off of him and flicking the button of his jeans open, while her bra was sent flying off somewhere in the vicinity of the room.
“I’m not in the mood to play tonight,” he whispered against her ear, his lips trailing kisses against the line of her jaw, down to her neck, nipping the soft skin on her collarbone. “We should get down to business.”
“Yeah,” Kristen agreed, moaning when she felt Rob’s thumbs brush against her nipple. “Okay.”
Her body arched while his teeth nipped her expertly and all brain function ceased to exist, all cloudy with haze. All she knew was Rob’s lips and his hands and his body and she felt so, so, so good she didn’t even realize he had managed to remove all of her clothes, the leg of her jeans slipping from her ankle snapping her out of her high.
“You’re not playing fair,” she rasped, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Rob’s boxer briefs. “Get it off.”
He grunted as he pulled away slightly to aid her in shedding his jeans and underwear, letting out a shuddering breath of relief when his cock sprung free.
“Oh, thank God,” Rob sighed, pressing his mouth against her again. Kristen gripped his hips and Rob flipped them over in a move he never thought he’d manage, causing her knees to dig against his sides while she straddled his stomach. He could feel her wetness against his skin, her heat sending a dizzying wave of pleasure over him.
“I like the view from here,” she murmured as she lifted her hips and sank down on him quickly, moaning when she felt him fill her completely. Rob moaned just as loudly at the same time, his fingers gripping her sides tightly as he guided her movement. “So good.”
“Fuck,” his fingers slowly eased up as Kristen pushed her hands against his chest, moving her hips slowly as she rode him. She leaned forward ever so slightly and Rob felt his hips thrust up to meet her, the new position offering him a delicious angle to play with. “Jesus, Kris.”
Kristen leaned down as she captured his lips, pulling away to copy the way he’d been admiring her body all night. Rob shuddered with a moan when she bit his neck ever so lightly, her tongue laving up the red mark she put there. It was probably going to be gone in a couple hours.
“Mine,” she whispered before leaning back, the new angle making Rob moan again and Kristen to whimper in delight. Her hips started to speed up and Rob could feel her tightening around her, the familiar knot deep within him starting to make itself known. “Oh God… R-rob.”
“No, not yet.”
He reached up one hand to grasp the small of her back and he braced one foot flat against the bed, quickly flipping them over with him miraculously still inside her. Kristen gasped loudly and Rob lifted one leg against his waist, spreading her more open for him.
“I get to finish this,” he grunted as he started pummeling into her, drops of sweat dripping against his forehead. Kristen moaned as her fingers scrabbled against his back, her nails scratching and slipping against the slick skin of his shoulder before taking hold of the hair on the back of his head. Rob’s eyes roamed over her and he groaned every time he thrust into her. She whimpered and thrust her hips up against him and Rob swallowed, the knot inside his belly starting to coil even further. “Kris… baby…”
“R-rob… just... ungh-”
The bed shook mightily with Rob’s every thrust, his hips driving forcefully into Kristen’s. Now that he was getting close, Kristen tightened her leg over him and he moaned as he bucked heavily against her, nuzzling his face on the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking and licking her skin.
“Rob,” she whispered and he could feel her tightening against him and his cock seemed to enjoy the warmth. He drew one hand between them and Kristen cried out loud when his thumb flicked her clit a couple of times, the motion pushing her right towards the edge. Her back arched and her eyes scrunched closed, and she pulled his hair tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
“Oh fuckkkkk!” Rob nearly screamed when he felt the delicious pain against his scalp and it threw him right down the edge with her, his hips thrusting erratically as he spilled into her before falling limply over her body, the two of them gasping and gulping for breath.
“Wow,” Kristen murmured in amazement when they both came down from their highs, the heat of Rob’s skin against her cheek burning up against her. “Just… wow.”
“Mmm,” he murmured back and turned his head, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. “You’re absolutely, bloody amazing baby.”
“I could say the same thing.” She dragged her blunt nails over his shoulder blades again, making him shiver. “I love you, baby.”
Rob smiled. “Me too. So, can we now say we’ve done the horizontal samba on the Copacabana?”
Kristen giggled, playing with the soft curls on the nape of his neck. He was practically lying on top of her but he’s managed to keep most of his weight off, his body pressed up against her comfortably. “I think you’re trying to say horizontal mambo. Not, the samba.”
“We’re in Brazil, that’s their dance.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
He shifted slightly and caught sight of her eyes, grinning victoriously at her. “Um, do you think we woke up the Jonas Brothers?”
Kristen groaned and covered her face with both palms. He was still inside her and she squirmed, trying to push him off. “Oh God Rob, SERIOUSLY! God, that’s… ewwww. WHYYYYYY???”
Rob laughed and Kristen had to bite back another moan when she felt the vibrations his body made, causing her to shiver. He grinned and kissed her cheek before moving off of her, a soft whining sound coming off from the back of his throat when they separated.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he murmured, pulling Kristen close and burying his nose in the back of her head. “Mood killer.”
“Fuck yeah, you crazy,” she whined, turning slightly in his embrace.
The dim early morning light started to spill in their room through the small crack of the hotel room curtains, bathing the previously dark room in soft light. Kristen yawned and flopped on her back, turning her face towards Rob.
“You definitely do hot sex better than a foot massage,” she informed him, earning a glare and the ever famous Robert Pattinson pout.
“Glad to be of service,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. “At least I know I’ve got that skill perfected.”
Kristen smirked, brushing her nose against his. “You’ve got it perfect alright.”