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"I swear to God if I get one more "hi could you fill in for me on this meeting?" email I'm going to jump out the window." I said, putting my tea mug on the side in the break room.
Ross was roused from his newspaper by this.
"Someone's in a poor mood this afternoon." He said, smirking a little.
"Your damn right im in a poor mood." I flick the kettle on. "Im supposed to finish early on fridays but no. Im told i have to sit in a meeting about potential adjustments to the restart courses."
Ross raised an eyebrow. "Whats wrong with the courses? They were just starting to look... less crap.. the last time i checked in."
I leaned against the countertop as the kettle grumbled. Ross put the news paper down to listen properly.
"They dont think the content is 'enriching' enough. They want them to cover more hands on topics. Whatever that means. Oh and there trying to digitalise it all."
"Digitalise it? Hm.. whose suggesting all this then?" His face betrayed an imperceptible frown.
"Oh..whats her name.." I click my fingers, trying to remember. "Catherine something.. Cathy.. cath.. oh i cant remember."
"..Cathy Carter-Smith perhaps?" Ross offered, though he didn't look happy about it.
"Yeah.. why? Do you know her?"
"We had a... run in. Back when i was surveying for Pauline." He said, looking directly forward. Talk about hundred yards stare.
"Ah.. got it." I knew not to dwell on it. "Well either way, shes getting on my nerves."
The kettle clicked up again as it finished. I poured the hot water into my tea cup, rummaging around in a cupboard for some Peppermint tea. Special offer from Sainsbury's of course.
"Want one?" I offer.
"Hm? Oh no i just made a coffee."
I stir it a little, leaving the teabag in the cup as I take it to go sit down at Ross' table.
"I could just.. not log in to the meeting.." I ponder.
Ross looked irked again. "What? No you cant just not show up. Thats deliberately against policy."
"Yeah i know, whatever. Its just an idea.." I sigh. "Unless.."
"Dont even think about it."
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I lean back in my office chair, breathing as I stretch my back. God that was boring.
"Stupid cow.." I mutter under my breath as I turn off my computer.
I pack up all my things and switch off my office light as I walk down to sign out in reception.
As I'm signing out my name on the small, blurry, slow as all hell tablet on the wall, Ross buzzes himself through the door.
"Still here?" He smirks. "Have fun in your meeting?"
"Well considering that i actually had the thought 'would they end the meeting if i pretended to die?'... yeah it was great thanks."
He let out a breath of laughter as I stepped aside to let him sign out too.
"What about you? You dont normally stay this late do you? Not on a friday anyway.."
"Normally i dont but i have a dental appointment tomorrow morning." Ross finishes signing out and walks over to hold the door open for us both. "Figured if i got all my work done this evening i could be a little more.. lenient with how late i am coming into work tomorrow."
"And im the one with a bad work ethic.." I laugh.
The sky is black, only the streetlights illuminating the damp streets of Royston Vasey.
"Fuck its cold.." I shiver, pulling my coat on.
"Yeah that can happen in December" Ross said sardonicley.
I roll my eyes. We walk in silence for a while until we get to the bus stop.
"No car today?" Ross asks, referring to my little mint green Fiat 500.
"Not today. Its in for repairs." I say, then joke. "I cant understand it. That car hasnt given me a bit of trouble in nearly 2 days."
We both chuckle quietly. The bus arrives and we both get on. It's entirely empty so I wasn't quite sure why we chose to stand.
I made an attempt to hold one of the handle things hanging from the ceiling then quickly changed my mind as it dawned on me that I could, in fact, not reach. I awkwardly held on to the side bars instead.
Ross either didn't notice or chose not to draw attention.
"Did you get the memo about Ricks leaving do?" He asks, staring out the window into the night. There was very little in his tone that gave away whether he himself was going.
"What? Oh the party. Yeah. I wasnt sure about going or not. I dont drink so im not sure id have much fun at a pub. I dont even know Rick that well."
"Hm.." Ross hummed, his eyes still trained on the window. "We dont really see him that often considering hes the head of the administrative team..."
"Are you going?"
"Should i?"
What kind of question was that?
"I just asked you that."
"Well.. i might.. but im not tied to the idea." He mused.
"Im sorry are you being deliberately vague or is something wrong?" I say, rasing an eyebrow.
Ross finally looks away from the window. "Sorry im.. im exhausted... how about this, ill go if you go."
"Hm.. fair play." God's sake why didn't he just say no. Off all the times to feel charitable. "When is it again? Saturday? Sunday?"
"Saturday. 7pm at the Mason Arms"
As he spoke the bus dipped into one of the many deep potholes on the Royston Vasey roadways. It made the vehicle judder suddenly. As we were talking, I'd forgotten to hold into the hand-rail, so the bus' sudden shake caused me to stumble forward.
Ross' hand quickly slid out from his coat pocket and he caught my arm.
For some unexplainable reason I felt my cheeks flush at the contact. It wasn't a romantic gesture. There wasn't anything special to it. Nor was there that instant spark of chemistry like in those romcoms. He even let go the second I was stable to put his hand back into his pocket. Yet it made me blush. I got actual butterflies.
"What the hell was that.." I mutter. Ah, that was meant to be an inside thought.
"A pothole." Ross says quietly. "Yknow what? I might actually go to Ricks party. Maybe i can found out who his replacement will be."
I felt us go round that familiar bend that told me we were near my flat. I press the bell to stop.
"This is me.." I said. There was less casual in my voice then there had been.
"See you tomorrow. I wont be in till late though remember, for my dental appointment. If i get any admin just leave it o my desk." He says.
The bus doors clunk open.
"No problem" I nod. "Good night."
I step off into my road.
"Good night."
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Ricks leaving do was boring. For me anyway. I'm not a big drinker so while everyone else was either chatting away or getting hammered, I was overthinking a bus going over a pothole.
Being the (ir)rational thinking I was, I told myself it was the proximity effect. Start spending time with someone every day in a close proximity, like an office, and your brain tricks you into thinking you fancy them. Spend more then 2 days out of that close proximity and the feelings will fade. I then told myself all I had to do was take a weekend off and I'd be okay.
By the end of the party I finally found Ross when I went up to get a last glass of water. Wouldn't want to have to many of those.
"So you decided to come then?" He asked, with that trademark smirk.
Dear God, today is not the day. I am not the one.
"Yeah i thought i may as well. You got me when you said we might get to meet Ricks replacement." I said.
"Hm yeah. That was as successful as anything that happens in our department." He said, sipping a whisky.
I'd never seem him drink one of those.
Although to be fair, I'd never seen him out of office clothes either. He was still in a suit mind you.. just less.. formal. He still had a black blazer and smart black trousers, but his white button up lacked his usual tie and his top 2 buttons were undone. It felt odd seeing him so.. semi-formal. It wasn't bad or anything just.. strange.
"Oh but ive heard a couple people suggesting it might be Rebecca." He added. "She seems atleast somewhat competent so we should be alright with her."
I drink my glass of water quickly.
"Careful. That stuffs pretty strong.." he jokes.
"Your right, im driving tonight." I play back. "Speaking of, i might leave soon. Do you need a ride home? I got my car back this morning."
I see a look of consideration on Ross' face before he downs his drink and picks his coat up from the stood next to him.
"Is it safe?" He smirked.
"Of course. It'll get us atleast to the end of the carpark."
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"Are you sure you dont want to come in for some tea?" Ross said as we pulled into the car park of his apartment. The building looked significantly more well-maintained then my own.
"I wouldn't want to take up your evening." I said, sounding a little awkward as I pulled into a parking space.
"If i didnt want my evening taken up, i wouldnt have gone to the party." He said, unbuckling the seat belt. "Please, you drove me home. Let me be nice for once."
I crumbled a little when he said that. I prayed quietly that this was just a peculiar work-crush.
We got out of my car and I pressed the key to lock it.
I then pressed it another 4 times before it actually locked, and he lead me up the stairs to his apartment.
I noticed as we walked that he seemed awkward. The way he fiddles with his door keys betrayed a hint of what might have been anxiety.
"This.. seems like an expensive apartment block." I find myself saying, to dice the tension as I walk behind him up the winding staircase.
"Hm? Oh yeah i guess it is a bit. Not compared with the city though. I lived in London for a while so it seems a lot less expensive here. Although i dont suppose Royston Vasey is perticular affluent, being in the middle of nowhere.."
The way he spoke was different. Normally he was either focused and assured or sarcastic and cocky. This was neither of those things. It was disarming.
"Is everything okay?" I ask before my brain can stop me.
There was a moment of quiet, the only sound was that of our shoes going up the concrete stairs.
"Im fine." He said bluntly. "Just tense thats all. Probably the whiskey ontop of being so tired from this week."
That felt like a lie.
I wasn't sure why but I felt like it had something to do with the conversation we were having the other day. I caught a glance at his face when we turned the corner into the corridor. It was the same as the one he'd made when I'd mentioned Pauline in the breakroom.
"Its this one.." he said, stopping infront of a door. "Not to be that guy, but could you take your shoes off in the door?"
"Oh yeah no problem. I have the same rules.." I said, my mind on other things.
His apartment looked clean. Minimalist. The livingroom had a black leather sofa with a glass coffee table. It was a little surprising but there was also a yoga mat by the window, with a few weights next to it.
He walked over to the small kitchenette and took the kettle of the plate, filling it up with water. I followed him and leant against the counter as he put it back on the plate and flicked the switch.
I studied his face for a moment then softly said "Are you.. sure your alright?"
He looked up at me. Right into my eyes. It caught me off guard.
I'd worked in the job center with him for almost 4 years just for the first time, I payed attention to his eyes. They were blue..
"Im fine really. Its been a very long week for me.." as Ross spoke, he also leaned against the counter opposite. It was a small kitchen so even that put us in quite close quarters. "Thank you for.. driving me home."
"Oh no problem at all. Its the least i could do."
"No really.. thank you." He said, his voice still in that uncharacteristic soft tone. It almost sounded vulnerable. "Its nice to have someone to talk to. I havent been able to have a proper non-work conversation for ages."
I'd never noticed how nice his face was. It felt strange to actually be able to focus on another's face this close. I looked over every feature. I saw dor the first time that each element was quite attractive. His eyelashes were long and dark. His nose had that slight upturn. His lips had an almost perfect cupids bow. It made him look pretty in a sort of masculine way.
It was only when I looked back up at his eyes that I realised he was doing the same. His focus studying my face..
I caught him glacing from my lips to my eyes and his pale cheeks went red.
Both of us shifted slowly closer to one another.
"Im sorry, i.. shouldnt be staring. Its rude.." he mumbled.
"No its okay.." i said, just as quietly.
To my suprise, he reached up and put a hand on my cheek, just above my jaw.
"Is this okay..?" He whispered.
I had no idea what was happening inside my brain but it was very loud. I nodded, silently flustered.
I wasn't sure what I expected him to do next but when he pressed his surprisingly soft lips to my own, I couldn't help but short circuit a little. I let my eyes flutter closed as I felt him pull away slightly, just enough so I could feel his breath on my lips. I didn't open my eyes.
"I..im sorry.. was that too far-" He went to mumble out of embarrassment but something inside me drove me to lean in again and kiss him once more. His other hand landed loosely on my waist as I felt my arms go around his shoulders.
The kiss was soft and gentle but rich with tension.
Just as I was starting to get into it, he pulled away, turning with his back to me and bracing his hands on the counter.
"Fuck im sorry. I shouldnt have done that." Ross cursed himself and rubbed his eyes with one hand.
"No there's nothing wrong" I fumbled, a little confused. "I liked it.."
Confessing that outloud felt like an awakening but I guessed there was something more important being presented.
"No i- i shouldnt just- fuck why do i always do this." He berated himself.
"Ross... whats the matter?" I said softly, trying to put a comforting hand on his arm.
He pulled away. Not angrily.. almost vulnerable.
"Look, im sorry. I made things weird. You can.. you can go and we can pretend this didnt happen i wont mind."
"Woah woah absolutely not.." I said "Ross, tell me whats going on?"
He sank back against the counter.
"I always resort to this." He mumbled, visibly upset. "Every time im stressed. I never.. process anything i just.. find someone to displace the anxiety."
I didn't understand. Displace the anxiety..? What?
"I just.. use sex as an escape from my problems.."
Oh.. there it is..
"It happens all the time.." he continued, taking his glasses off to wipe the tears welling in his eyes. "I distract myself with some stranger to keep myself from having to face my stress..."
"Oh Ross.." I feel incredibly sympathetic for him but also a strange sort of strength that he'd trusting me enough to tell me.
"I cant- i cant let myself process anything. It condenses my stress even more and stops me having any kind of meaningful connection.."
I looked into his teary blue eyes. It's that face again..
"It happened with Pauline didn't it..?" I speak softly. "Thats why you dont talk about her.."
He hesitated, looking like he was trying so desperately to hide the information, then nodded, his eyes on the floor. "M..my mum had.. passed away."
My heart lurched for him. Poor baby..
"Ross im so sorry.." I almost whispered.
"I didnt know what to do with the depression and work was sk much and there was pressure on everything and she was just there i-" The words spilled out quickly like a fountain, then he cut himself off. "Im sorry i ruined your evening."
"What? Ross you havent ruined anything. Its okay.. *this* is okay.. you can tell me." I said, reaching out and trying again to put a hand on his arm. He lets me this time.
"I know but.. i didnt want to be.. like this.. with anyone.. especially not you. I-.. i like you." I could tell he didn't mean for the words to leave his mouth.
I stood there for a second, my eyes wider. He.. liked me. I couldn't quite understand what I heard. .
"I wanted to have this me a nice evening." He explained quietly. "I didnt mean for it to be.. this. It just felt.. i felt like i was doing it without emotion again. It felt like a coping mechanism again. im sorry."
I put a hand on his cheek, hot under my fingers. I wiped a tear off his cheek, almost instinctively caring towards him.
"Hey hey hey.. stop apologising. Ross. Its okay. *You're* okay."
His eyes softened slightly as I felt him lean into my hand a little.
"I wanted this to be.. sweet." He continued in that gentle voice. "I mean it.. i like you.. a lot i think. Seriously."
Putting the feelings of sympathy aside, I found myself blushing again.
He put his hand on my cheek, as mine lowered to rest on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat, quick and light.
"Can i.. try again please?" He whispered.
Once again, I nodded. But it felt different this time. My mind was quiet. There was something else now.. understanding maybe? I wasn't sure.
He leaned in, paused for a moment, then kissed me gently again.
This kiss seemed more soft. More reverent and cautious. His body felt noticeable tense.. he was shy about this..
I kissed back a little more, my eyes closing again. Once more, both hands made their way to my waist as he grew more confident.
Ross slowly walked us back until I could lean against his kitchen counter. As he did so, the kiss got a little deeper. Open mouthed. Hot. His rigid body began to ease slowly, his arms getting more confident and comfortable around he as he relaxed.
He pulled away again for a second. "Are you.. sure your okay with this?" He questioned anxiously.
I don't know where the burst of confidence came from but I responded to him by kissing him again.
It got passionate, fast. The kiss turned French as his hands wandered down my hips. I melted a little when I felt his tongue against mine.
After a while he pulled away from my mouth to place kisses over my jaw.. then neck.. then collar bones. They were hot and emotion-filled as he whispered "thank you.." in between each one.
"Thank you.. thank you.. thank you.."
I gasped quietly and said "Thank you too.." I murmured, not entirely sure what in perticular I was saying for.
"Im serious.." he leaned back up and looked into my eyes, his own blue ones half-lidded. "Thank you for letting me be vulnerable.. thank you for understanding.. thank you for this because for the first time, it actually feels.. *good*."
His words were raw and real and it hit right in my heart. God.. I'd properly fallen for him..
He kept kissing up and down my neck before he paused. He didn't say anything this time though.
A little upset that he stopped I quietly said "is everything oka-.."
I was cut off by my own breath catching as Ross gently bit the junction between my neck and shoulder. I shivered slightly at the feeling of his teeth on such a sensitive area.
"Sorry... to much..?" He looked up.
"Just perfect.." were the only word I could manage.
I felt him smile against my skin. "Yeah i.. i like biting..sorry.."
"Stop apologising.." I allow a small huff of laughter out, making him chuckle.
I squeaked slightly as I felt his arms hook under my thighs and lift me off the ground, making me hold on tighter to his shoulders.
"You feel so right against me.." he whispered into my ear. "So perfect, sweetheart."
My cheeks burned red at the pet name. He must have noticed because he laughed as he carried he across his apartment.
"What? Do you not like that one?" He smirked, a toned down version of his usual. It was incredibly attractive. "What else is there..?"
He pretended to ponder as he carried me to his bedroom. "Darling.. baby.." he chucked a little and said, "its sugarplum to old?"
I can't help but laugh too. "No i think i like sweetheart.. definitely not sugarplum though."
Our lips meet once again. Ross' kisses were so gentle. It almost didn't match his work-minded, suave personality he presented in the office. At work, he didn't seem the type to know anything about intimacy, his body language always a bit rigid. Yet here, his body seemed to bend with the flow of the kisses.
I jumped a little when he set me down on his bed. The feeling of soft satin sheets under me is unexpected.
"Not what you were expecting..?" He teased quietly.
I shook my head. I really hadn't expected him to sleep on something so soft. To be honest, I was suprised he could afford something that felt such high quality.
"Hm.. im very perticular when it comes to my sleeping habits."
Ross smirked again as he said that, carefully pushing me back against his bed and leaning his body over mine. He started kissing my neck again, leaving a trail of fire after each one. As he moved further down towards my shoulder, the kisses got more intense as he took more time with them. They would be open-mouthed, his tongue swirling over the spot for a moment before moving on.
Occasionally he would bite again. Not hard.. just enough to leave faint marks of red. My breath was unsteady and shallow as he worked, my hands tangling in his soft brown hair. I could feel his body getting hotter and as he did so, I could smell his cologne.. it was a Valentino.. I'd smelt it before in an airport while on my way back from holiday. It was ambery.. with cedar wood.. just a hint of lavender.
I leaned my head back, exposing more of my neck to him. As I did so, I saw a small dark green perfume bottle on his night stand. I had been right. It was "Very Valentino".
He pulled his face away from my neck and I hear him chuckle softly. I look back at him and smile.
"What?"
"Am i distracting you from your perfumery?" He asks, his tome leveling somewhere between his soft-spoken calm and his usual sarcasm.
I almost giggle. "You smell nice.."
"Oh do i?" He smiled.
"Hm.." I nodded.
He leaned in and kissed me again, our lips parting quickly in a deep tongue kiss. I clung to his shoulder with one hand, the other tangled in his hair again. As we kissed his unbuttoned my shirt, his hands exploring more with each new piece of skin exposed. As he did so, I pulled clumsily with the buttons on his own shirt. One done, I ran my hands over his torso.
I felt him pause, his skin shivering over my touch. I hesitated.
"Is this to much..?" I say quietly, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.
"No no it.. its amazing.." he breathed. "Its just been a while since anyones touched me with any kind of care.."
I didn't move my hands, unsure if I should continue. He presses a little kiss on the corner of my mouth, then put a hand over mine. He slid my hand up over his chest.
"Please.. keep going.." he whispered.
I obliged, my heart fluttering as Ross continued to kiss and bite my neck gently.
His torso was firm.. not overly toned but I could feel the muscle beneath his skin. His chest was soft though... supple.. I wanted to lay my head against it.. I put my hands up onto his shoulders as he shifted his position slightly, feeling his muscles move. He had lovely shoulders.. as I did so, I pushed his shirt off him, down his he pulled the rest off with ease, discarding it to the floor.
Holding himself up on his elbows Ross said "What kind of night do you want this to be?.. We can go further.. all the way.. but i absolutely dont mind if you want to stay here.. i am more then happy to just keep kissing you."
There was something so pure about the way he asked for consent before going further.
"I want.. i.." I felt almost shy. "Can we?.. do it, i mean..?"
He kissed my forehead. "Of course.."
He slowly got up from ontop of me and stood beside the bed. As he did so, I shook of my unbuttoned shirt. I sat up on the bed and watched with great pleasure as his hands wandered down his body and pulled at his belt. There was something incredibly attractive about watching it slide if his hips. Once discarded, his deft fingers slowly unzipped the front of his trousers..
I felt myself bite my lip as I watched, to distracted to take of my own clothes.
"Is this entertaining you..?" He mused softly, a small cocky grin on his face.
I blushed and looked at the floor. He walked over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, hooked a finger under my chin and titled my head up.
"Dont get shy on me now.. i like knowing your watching me."
I melted entirely. Something about that gesture.. his words.. the deliberate time he took to undress himself.. it carrier an aura of dominance I wasn't prepared for.
He pulled off his trousers. My eyes widened a little as I saw him in clad only in black, well-fitting boxers. I could see he was hard.. I wasnt sure quiet how big I'd expected him to be.. but he had to be atleast a little more then average. I was inexperienced in this field but from what I was seeing, he looked perfect..
"Come here.." he beckoned.
I got off the bed without resistance, walking over to him, my cheeks no doubt cherry red. He put his hands on my hips and carefully spun me so my back was against his chest, both of us facing a full length mirror on his wardrobe.
I suddenly felt a pang of self-consciousness and looked anywhere but my reflection.
"Ah ah ah.." Ross whispered in my ear. "Dont give me that.. your so beautiful.. every part of you.."
As he said that, he fingers ran deftly across my abdomen, making me shiver slightly like he had done. His hands wandered towards the waistband of my trousers.
"May i?" He said lowly.
God that's so hot..
I nodded and he gently, undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. He watched us in the mirror as he gently pushed my trousers down over my hips and down my thighs. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as they fell down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
I remembered now, looking in the mirror, that I'd put on a matching set of underwear.. it was new and I was test running it for the first time.. both the bar and the underwear were a deep, turquoise green.. with pretty floral lace..
I went to unclasp the back of the bra but Ross' hand stopped me.
"You look so beautiful.." He ran a finger over the waistband of the underwear, just over my hip bone. "Can we leave them on.. if you dont mind of course. They're gorgeous.. such a pretty colour on you.."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Id love that" I breath out.
The tips of his fingers dipped just below the waist band. He paused there and I felt a little frustrated. I couldn't tell if he was being deliberately teasing or waiting for permission.
"Please.." i manage.
He placed a kiss on the sensitive skin behind my ear and carefully ran his fingers over the front of the underwear. I bit back a quiet moan as I felt his middle finger run over the most sensitive part.
"Dont be shy.. you can make sounds.."
His middle and ring fingers rubbed teasing circles against me and my head once again fell back against his shoulder. One of his area came up around my waist to support me while the other worked carefully. I gripped his strong forearms for support, my legs feeling tingly as he played with me. I couldn't help but let out breathy whimpers at the sensations he was causing, all the while still kissing my neck.
As he moved his fingers, I felt him laugh quietly against my neck.
"Your enjoying that a lot.." he said. I watched him smirk in the mirror.
I nodded feebly, then realised he wasn't referring to the sounds I was making. I felt myself, wet against his fingers. I blushed profusely.
He chuckled again. "The highest form of compliment i assure you, sweethearts..."
I got even more flustered as he carefully pulled the underwear to the side, his fingers seeking more access. I gasped as I felt him against me without any kind of barriers. As he kept working his fingers, I felt my legs tingle more and that familiar feeling build in my lower abdomen. My breath quickened and my eyes closed tight. I whined slightly as I felt myself nearing the edge.
Just as I made that sound, he pulled his hand away.
I whined properly this time, disappointing and frustrated that he didn't keep going.
"Hm.. why'd you stop.."
He laughed once more. He pressed his lips right against my ear.
"I dont want to waist your first one on my hand.."
I almost died.
Ross put his hands back on my hips and spun me to face him. We kissed heavily before he said "how do you want it?"
I took a second to try and regulate my breathing.
"I want to see you.. your face.."
"Anything for you, sweetheart." Ross smiled, sincerely.
Without warning he picked me up and dropped me in the middle of his double bed.
I screamed slightly, then laughed as I bounced a little.
"Hm.. i love that sound." He said as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling just between my legs.
My heart rate increased quickly as he ran his hands down my thighs. I could feel my neck flush as he pulled them apart, positioning himself closer between my legs and putting mine either side of his hips.
As he leaned over me I wrapped my legs around his waist, making him blush this time.
He stood a steady breath.
"Are you okay with this? We can wait a little if your not." He said, his tone soothing.
I shook my head.
"No i.. i want it. Now. I want you.. please." The words spilled out almost naturally.
He propped himself up on his hands above me and I gasped a second time as I felt him, hard against me.
He closed his eyes for a second.
"You have no idea how hot it is that your so wet for me.."
He took a couple more deep breaths before lining himself up.
I leaned back against the sheets, my cheeks burning red, my body hot with anticipation.
"Go.. gently.. please?"
"Of course, sweetheart." He said, his eyes opening once more. "I wouldnt dream of doing it any other way."
I bit my lip hard as he pulled my underwear to the side and slowly pressed inside. I gripped his shoulders tight, moaning quietly.
"Thats it.. nice and easy.. you feel so good.." Ross cooed as he carefully slid further and further.
I whined a little when I felt his hips against mine.
"Just.. just dont move for a second.." he said, his eyes closed again. "Like I said, it.. its been a while. I dont want to.. yknow.. lose it immediately."
After a moment, he followed up with a "are you ready?"
I nodded, my eyes still closed.
"Ah.. Ross.." I gasped as he pulled out.
Something about hearing me say his name like that almost drove him crazy. He dropped down to his elbows to be closer to me.
"Oh god yes.. say my name.." he slid himself back in all the way in one clean motion.
I nearly screamed and buried my face in his neck.
"Oh my god.. Ross.. hm.." I whimpered, my legs hugging tighter around his hips.
He thrust in and out again and again, drawing intense moans and whined from my lips, almost trying over and over to say his name. He kissed my neck harder as me moved, biting and marking up my throat.
I felt myself get close again, the quickest it'd ever happened.
"Please.. Ross i..i.." I struggled to get the words out. Luckily I didn't need to.
"Me too." Ross said, then almost growled into my neck "do it... go over the edge for me. Come with me.."
His thrusts got harder and I moaned out in utter pleasure.
"Oh fuck.. your so beautiful.." he moaned himself, his voice starting to tremble. "Thats it.. come on.. good girl.."
I shivered when he called me a good girl.
Ross put his hand between his, once again using his middle and ring finger to stimulate me.
I shuddered and tightened up around him, making him let out what sounded like a whimper.
"Do it for me.. thats it, Sweetheart..Ah.." he only just managed to pull out before he threw his head back and pulled an absolutely beautiful face as he finished. "Oh.. Fuck!"
Watching him go over that edge triggered my own orgasm, I moaned his name as I climaxed and lost myself in complete and utterly ecstasy.
We both panted hard, breathless from the throes of pleasure. My legs felt numb and my body was exhausted.
"Are you okay?" Ross asked after a second. He sounded genuine and caring.
It took me a beat to answer to question, my brain not having caught up.
"That was... you were.. wow.."
We both laughed softly.
"You are so so beautiful." He said, kissing me again.
"Im a sweaty mess" I smile.
"Who says thats not the same thing.." He quipped back.
I wanted to ask what we were after that but it felt self explanatory.
We held each other for a moment, catching our breath, then Ross gently went over every mark he'd left, checking if I was okay, asking if there was anything I didn't like.. he was so kind about it.
"Is there anything i do? The waters on if you want a shower. I know its late but i can make is something to eat."
"Im okay.." I smile, just happy he's there.
"Okay.. but youll drink some water.." he said, not letting any negotiation divert that one.
I roll my eyes playfully.
"Im serious.." He says. "Just because im not at work doesnt mean i cant be pedantic."
"Fine.." I look up into his eyes. "I think i love you.."
He paused, his face defensive at first, then quickly calm. He leaned down and kissed me again, then said,
"For the first time, i think i agree with you.."