Part 2- Rob/KStew- Fighting
You do this to me every time. And every time, I fall harder. And I can’t, I just can’t. There’s Michael, for one. I love him...but I never met anyone like Rob. He’s, he’s...well, he’s kind of an asshole, but underneath all that...
She feels him approaching her, his warmth radiating, beckoning her to touch him. Her eyes linger on his face. She must’ve forgotten how deeply azure his eyes were. Glassy, filled with lust, despair, and a hint of contemplation. She gazes further, down to his luscious, full, and slightly moistened lips, the five-o’clock shadow surrounding his chiseled jaw. She dares herself to look at him more, really look at him. His Adam’s Apple sticks out sharply and she parts her lips as eyes shift downward to his partially bare chest, the chest that she had so eagerly devoured hours earlier. Only four or five buttons had been buttoned, incorrectly she noticed. She looked up into his eyes once more, keeping herself from staring any further at the thing she desperately wanted, but shouldn’t have again.
Before her thoughts could go any further, his rough hands grabbed her face. His lips hovered only a few centimeters away. She whispers to him, “Rob, I still want you too.”
Their lips crash into each other. Kristen kisses him urgently, with a strength she never had before, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Screw it, no holding back anymore. I’m giving in. I really want this, I need this, now.
He pulls away unexpectedly, then kisses her forehead, underneath her eye, her cheek. Then he returns to her lips, pressing lightly, delicately, as if she’s a doll he could easily break. His hands lurk at the tie in her robe.
“Can I...”
“Yes.”
He loosens the knot and reaches under the fabric, curling his long fingers around her sides. She instinctively draws herself closer as he pulls his hands down to her hips. “Mmmm,” she murmurs in a low gravelly tone. Her lips begin to nuzzle at his neck and she can feel him thumbing the tips of her nipples, slowly circling, driving her wild. His thumbs halt, and he removes his hands from her bare flesh momentarily, to untie the knot and slip the robe off of her shoulders. He lowers her onto the bed and she unbuttons the rest of his shirt and throws it on the floor. Her hands slowly move up and down his chest as her lips meet his again, softly kissing him at first and gradually slipping more and more of her tongue into his mouth. He grasps at his belt buckle and unhinges it. She unzips his pants, and he pulls them off. His mouth escapes hers and sweeps the spot below her ear, sucking at it tenderly, then brushes down her neck , and collarbone. His lips measuredly climb the swell of her breast and curl around her nipple.
She lets out a low moan, almost growling, “Oh, God, just take me, now, damn it!”
“Not yet, Kris. Last time was rather quick, wasn’t it? Don’t want to savor every second?”
Sensing she was about to respond, he silences her open mouth with a sloppy kiss, slamming his tongue down her throat.
She grabs fistfuls of his unkempt, greasy hair, not caring that he probably hadn’t washed it in at least a few days. The dirtiness made him that much more attractive, heightening his musky scent and overpowering her senses.
She tears herself away from her vice-like grip on his hair, caressing his chest once again, daring dangerously closer to his throbbing center.
“Dammit, fuck...Kris.”
“Robert, I told you. I need you. I might come. Now,” she whispers boldly.
He groans as her hand strokes the length of him. He tears her hand away and begins plunging into her.
She screams his name, louder than she had ever spoken before. Her eyes close as she feels herself getting wetter and wetter. She begins to pant as he fills her completely.
He collapses onto her small body, completely spent and sweaty.
She doesn’t care that he’s nearly crushing her; she wants him closer, if that could be physically possible.
He pulls out of her, then lies flat next to her and coils his long and lean frame around her hip.
His eyes close as he drifts off to sleep.
She feels him approaching her, his warmth radiating, beckoning her to touch him. Her eyes linger on his face. She must’ve forgotten how deeply azure his eyes were. Glassy, filled with lust, despair, and a hint of contemplation. She gazes further, down to his luscious, full, and slightly moistened lips, the five-o’clock shadow surrounding his chiseled jaw. She dares herself to look at him more, really look at him. His Adam’s Apple sticks out sharply and she parts her lips as eyes shift downward to his partially bare chest, the chest that she had so eagerly devoured hours earlier. Only four or five buttons had been buttoned, incorrectly she noticed. She looked up into his eyes once more, keeping herself from staring any further at the thing she desperately wanted, but shouldn’t have again.
Before her thoughts could go any further, his rough hands grabbed her face. His lips hovered only a few centimeters away. She whispers to him, “Rob, I still want you too.”
Their lips crash into each other. Kristen kisses him urgently, with a strength she never had before, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Screw it, no holding back anymore. I’m giving in. I really want this, I need this, now.
He pulls away unexpectedly, then kisses her forehead, underneath her eye, her cheek. Then he returns to her lips, pressing lightly, delicately, as if she’s a doll he could easily break. His hands lurk at the tie in her robe.
“Can I...”
“Yes.”
He loosens the knot and reaches under the fabric, curling his long fingers around her sides. She instinctively draws herself closer as he pulls his hands down to her hips. “Mmmm,” she murmurs in a low gravelly tone. Her lips begin to nuzzle at his neck and she can feel him thumbing the tips of her nipples, slowly circling, driving her wild. His thumbs halt, and he removes his hands from her bare flesh momentarily, to untie the knot and slip the robe off of her shoulders. He lowers her onto the bed and she unbuttons the rest of his shirt and throws it on the floor. Her hands slowly move up and down his chest as her lips meet his again, softly kissing him at first and gradually slipping more and more of her tongue into his mouth. He grasps at his belt buckle and unhinges it. She unzips his pants, and he pulls them off. His mouth escapes hers and sweeps the spot below her ear, sucking at it tenderly, then brushes down her neck , and collarbone. His lips measuredly climb the swell of her breast and curl around her nipple.
She lets out a low moan, almost growling, “Oh, God, just take me, now, damn it!”
“Not yet, Kris. Last time was rather quick, wasn’t it? Don’t want to savor every second?”
Sensing she was about to respond, he silences her open mouth with a sloppy kiss, slamming his tongue down her throat.
She grabs fistfuls of his unkempt, greasy hair, not caring that he probably hadn’t washed it in at least a few days. The dirtiness made him that much more attractive, heightening his musky scent and overpowering her senses.
She tears herself away from her vice-like grip on his hair, caressing his chest once again, daring dangerously closer to his throbbing center.
“Dammit, fuck...Kris.”
“Robert, I told you. I need you. I might come. Now,” she whispers boldly.
He groans as her hand strokes the length of him. He tears her hand away and begins plunging into her.
She screams his name, louder than she had ever spoken before. Her eyes close as she feels herself getting wetter and wetter. She begins to pant as he fills her completely.
He collapses onto her small body, completely spent and sweaty.
She doesn’t care that he’s nearly crushing her; she wants him closer, if that could be physically possible.
He pulls out of her, then lies flat next to her and coils his long and lean frame around her hip.
His eyes close as he drifts off to sleep.