r/k fic, adult
~ITALY~
"Make me stop if you're gonna hate me later," he begged before groaning against my neck and trailing his his lips down and over my collar bone.
The tips of his hair tickled my chin and mouth. I let my head drop forward, my eyes shutting reflexively as the smell of his shampoo and cologne assaulted my senses. I felt his hands gripping my hips, the pressure of his fingers intensifying as his mouth opened and left warm, wet kisses on the portion of my chest my sweater didn't cover. God, his lips felt so good, and the heat of his mouth was a beautiful promise of things to come. I was helpless in his arms.
I felt the solid door behind me; my escape calling to me. All I had to do was slip the damn room key in the slot, and I would be safe from his ravenous kisses and caresses. We would both be forced to cool off. Level heads would prevail. We'd be fine in the morning, but...the way his hands were grasping at my lower back was electrifying. They felt desperate yet gentle, and they were driving me mad.
"I won't hate you," I managed; the raspy sound of my voice surprising even me.
"You're sure?" he whispered against my left ear, the hot breath causing my entire body to shiver.
I tightened my hold around his waist. He was drowning me in seduction and desire.
"Rob, please."
His hips surged forward causing my back to slam into the door. I arched my neck, desperate to feel his lips there. My thighs were burning where his were flush against them. I could feel every part of him. He was hard and forgiving at the same time. I'd never fully allowed myself to fantasize about him, but reality was shattering every possible idea I could have held in the depths of my heart. He was pure passion and fire. He was everything I'd never felt before. I was starving.
I snuck my hands under his shirt and shivered when my fingers made contact with the warm skin of his stomach. I felt his muscles quiver slightly, and it only made me stroke higher, my palms coming to rest on his chest.
"Oh, God," he cried raggedly as he pulled his face back and met my eyes for the first time since it all began.
I bravely met his stare. There was understanding in his green gaze. The face-off was unnerving and strengthening to my resolve at the same time. The decision was made. Damn the consequences. I'd fallen in love. It made me a horrible person in one respect and a lucky, noble one in another. I smirked at him, hoping to convince him of my desires. A minute passed before he gave me a truly magnificent smile in return.
"I only want what you want." His voice was strong, and conviction poured from him in overwhelming waves.
I watched him for another minute. Then, I reached out and wove my hands through the hair on each side of his head before answering. "Then, just give me you."
** 1 Week Later **
"You," I whispered as my mouth hovered over the flesh of his chest.
"Were," I dropped down to the middle of his tummy, watching in fascination as goosebumps rose in response to the moisture and heat of my breath.
"Amazing," I added, my lips skimming the sinewy muscles just inside of his hipbone.
"Today," I ended as I licked fully at the length of his arousal, smirking slightly when he gasped and involuntarily arched his hips into me.
"Oh, Kristen." My name poured from him like a plea and a praise at the same time. It only encouraged me to pleasure him further. I listened intently to the constant stream of sighs, moans, and unintelligible nothings. I watched him with hooded eyes. He was hard, silky, and pure perfection in my mouth and hand. I stroked what I couldn't manage to take into my mouth, groaning with him through my own desire. I sucked and stroked him with my tongue, completely content when his right hand wove gently through my hair and urged me to move faster.
"Too good," he mumbled as his hips rose off the mattress. I gave back, angling my head and taking him deeper. He grunted, slamming his hips back down and twisting the hand that wasn't buried in my hair into the sheets.
"No," I heard him cry quietly.
I ignored him for a moment, assuming he was trying to prolong the inevitable. I tightened my lips around him and felt his fingers tug gently on my hair.
"Please, no."
That time, I paused, dropped a kiss on the tip of him and sat back on my heels to look at him.
"Robert?" I whispered questioningly, watching him as he remained still with his eyes squeezed shut, his breaths fast and shallow.
He took a deep breath before his eyes opened and found mine.
"Not like this," he whispered, and I smiled sadly at the intensity on his face. My heart broke for him, and I chastised myself for allowing him to suffer anymore. He'd put up with so much from me, and I was done causing him anymore grief.
He took a few seconds to calm himself before he reached down and pulled me to him by my shoulders. I came to rest at his side, smiling heartily when he shifted and settled his weight on top of me. It was the most divine feeling. I wrapped my arms around his chest and ran my fingertips in soothing patterns over the expanse of strong back. I could feel the hard length of him against my thigh, and I shifted my hips desperately, instinctually seeking him out.
His quiet growl stilled my movement.
"Not so fast," he pleaded.
"What? No, I don't want to wait. Please," I answered.
"Kristen," he begged.
"I need you," I gasped, growing frantic at the feeling of his body enveloping mine.
"We always rush. It's over too fast, and I miss it before we're even done," he admitted; the words falling from him in what seemed like a mindless rant.
I was so touched by the sincerity in his voice, and I completely understood what he meant. The passion we finally let consume us almost two weeks ago had not lessened at all. If I'm being honest, I think I expected us to come together a few times and then realize that our attraction was physically founded. After satiating every desire, we'd be content to resume the platonic relationship we had from the start. Wrong. So wrong.
With every new shared experience, I found myself desiring more of him. I wanted him in different ways, different places, at different times, and by different times I mean...all the damn time. It was confusing, but I accepted it because I simply needed him, and I'm selfish right now. I convinced myself of that the very first time I had him in my arms, and the ache that I at first attributed to stress from everything Twilight disappeared. It was alarming. It was gone completely. Nothing and no one had been able to make it go away since the very beginning of the entire experience. I reveled in it. He made me feel so good.
His hands sliding up my sides forced my focus back on him. He was watching me carefully. I noticed how dilated his pupils were, and I smiled when I decided I liked it because it gave the illusion of even more green. His eyes are truly remarkable. They are capable of expressing so much emotion, and they shine.
"I don't want to rush either," I finally said.
He stilled for a moment before covering my mouth with his. The kiss was urgent but gentle and searing. I opened my mouth and was immediately rewarded with his tongue stroking mine. It was mind-numbing. I felt his hips settle over mine, and I wasted no time wrapping my legs around him, locking my ankles together.
"Ugh," he groaned against my lips when he felt how wet I had become. There would be no escaping my hold. I didn't think he'd try though.
"Inside," I breathed against his cheek when he pulled back to take a breath.
"Yes," he answered as he pushed forward, filling me in one gentle thrust.
My back arched, and I pressed my chest to his eager lips. I gasped and moaned, amazed at how I actually stopped thinking about my actions when he moved within me. It was unlike any intimate experience of my past. I was accustomed to always being mentally present, maybe not monitoring every action and reaction, but definitely processing it all. But with him, I didn't decide what I thought. My body decided for me. I didn't have to make any decisions. I just knew. I knew what I wanted and what he needed. It was bliss being able to let go. I loved him for it.
"Look at me," he pleaded, and I heard the pleasure in his voice to the depths of my soul.
"I'm here," I answered, arching my neck to meet his intense stare. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and I bit my bottom lip when he ducked his head and rested it on mine. Our eyelashes tangled, and our lips ghosted against each other's in feather light touches. His hips were moving deliciously against mine; the feeling of heat and pressure building to absolutely ecstasy.
I ran my hands over every part of him that I could reach before resting my palms on his cheeks, effectively framing his face. He turned slightly and pressed a wet kiss against my right palm.
"Yes, oh, more...more."
"So good," he answered.
I nipped at his upper lip and then kissed his chin. He pushed harder and kisses my forehead.
"Almost, Rob," I cried, stunned at the effect his simple gesture caused for me. I tightened my legs around him, urging him forward even more with my heels on his tailbone. He didn't disappoint. He can't.
I looked at him and found his gaze steadfast. That was all it took. Ripples and fire exploded within me, centered around him, and I screamed with my release. I grabbed at his shoulders, needing him as close as possible. I felt him shudder and heard his answering cry before his arms gave out, and his upper body pressed mine back into the bed.
"Oh, God, yes."
"Yes," he answered, pulling himself back up and renewing his thrusting in earnest. I felt the last remnants of my orgasm slicing their way through me when he began to cry and gasp even more. I unlocked my legs and rested my feet on the mattress, using my legs to push myself up slightly to meet his hips.
"Perfect, baby," he mumbled through his gasps, and I only had to lean forward and grasp his neck to end it.
"You are," I replied.
"Mmm, Kristen."
"Let me have it," I whispered into his right ear, and I could have cried at the intensity of his reaction. He literally growled before he moved faster and harder than ever before. He grabbed at my hips with one hand while continuing to brace himself up with the other. I felt his hand pulling me back against him, and with one more thrust, he firmly held my hips in place and stilled. His face was a mix of agony and utter pleasure. I watched him the entire time, amazed at how something as simple as eyelashes against skin could fascinate me. He moved slowly a few more times; his face looking completely relaxed for the first time all day.
Eventually, he opened his eyes and rolled us to our sides. I was quiet for a minute as his breathing returned to normal, and his hands moved over my back. After about five minutes, I felt him tense when I shifted to rest my head on my arm. I sighed and closed my eyes against the emotional pain his action caused. It shouldn't have surprised me. I'd conditioned him to respond that way by leaving shortly after every romp, but it was too hard now. I didn't want to let him go. He pulled back slightly, and I steeled myself for what I was about to do. I knew it was a big step for us, but I had to do it. He pulled away even more, stopping when he was resting on his back.
I took a deep breath and leapt.
"Come back," I spoke quietly, and he whipped his eyes back to mine. There were a million questions in his eyes, but he did as I asked immediately.
His arms snaked around me hesitantly at first, but when I wrapped mine around him and tangled my legs with his, he groaned quietly and pulled me all the way to him. I was sprawled out on his chest, my head resting over his heart, and my arm resting on his lower stomach.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" I whispered.
His breathing stopped for a second, but then his fingers resumed their soothing moves through my hair.
"Please do," he answered.
"Thank you." I pressed a chaste kiss to his warm skin, enjoying the fresh smell of his soap and sweat. There was no trace of the startlingly white makeup that was covering him only hours earlier.
He was quiet for a while before I felt his hands tighten and slip to my shoulders in a sweet embrace.
"No, thank you."
***
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