Too Hot

Laura's on her back, suddenly. Legs wrapped around my waist, arms over my shoulders, her lips kissing mine in the most tantalising way...

I have to have her. Now. How I've resisted up to this point, I do not know.

I break the kiss, leaning with my forehead against hers for a few seconds. Her pink lips are parted and her chest is heaving against mine. She suddenly lifts her hips, impatiently pressing herself against me, a soft sigh falling from her lips as she feels me.

I'm rock hard, and who could blame me? The pure re-incarnation of sex is beneath me, grinding herself against me, small, breathy sighs leaving her every so often.

"How..." I start off, then have my breath knocked out of me again as her hand starts to travel down my stomach.

"Mm?" She murmurs, her fingers trailing lightly over the bulge in my jeans.

"How far do you-" moan, "-want to go?"

"It's up to you," she breathes. "you won. Remember?"

The reminder is enough.

I pull off her pants, trailing my hands over every inch of soft, creamy skin.

Laura:

I was panting. Every breath I took, no matter how hard I tried to calm myself was quick and shallow and left me feeling even more flustered than before.

'Flustered' was an understatement.

I was on fire. Every kiss, every touch, did nothing to satiate the gnawing ache inside of me, it only fuelled it more.

"Ross-" I started to say; the words were cut off before they could leave my mouth by a long, needy moan. It was hard to believe that it was me making that sound, the sound that nothing, no-one, not even myself had been able to elicit before. I guessed that it shouldn't surprise me.

This was Ross.

Suddenly, he was lifting my shirt over my head, nearly ripping my bra in half in his impatience.

"God, Laura," he moaned, his lips against my neck. "Black lace? Are you trying to kill me?" I looked down at myself and saw what he was saying.

"Depends," I gasped. "Is it working?"

I was writhing now, in sync with the desperate movement of his hips, his hands teasing my breasts roughy, pinching my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

"So fucking beautiful," he groaned, his lips on mine again.

His shirt was gone with a few flicks of my wrist. Ditto his jeans. He grabbed my panties, bunching the material up and at waist and then pulling, literally tearing them off. I gasped.

"Ross! I liked those!"

But, without the slightest preamble, his hand was trailing past my navel, cupping me with his palm, using the heel of his hand to rub against the swollen bundle of nerves.

"So fucking wet," he moaned, his lips at my ear. "Is that for me, Laur?"

My moan was nearly a wail, it was so frantic.

He began rubbing at his clit with his fingers in firm, confident circles. My hips arched towards him, silently pleading, more, more, more, more...

He sucked hard on my neck, adding additional stimulation to my overloaded system. Keeping his thumb on my clit, he pushed his middle finger into me, demanding everything my body had to offer.

The pit of my stomach felt like it was being coiled into a tight knot, twisting further and further and further still, until Ross had brought me up so high, I felt I needed to brace myself for the fall. My mouth opened on a silent scream before I felt the knot spiral free in a burst of pure radiating heat. I exploded. All of me and all for him. I could feel myself pulsing with my release, clenching tightly onto empty space. I'd never come so quickly or so hard in my life.

"Yes, Laura," he moaned, "such a good fucking girl,"

Has I thought I was on fire before? Hat was nothing, I realised, compared to now. I felt like I would combust with every rotation of his fingers, his index finger joining his middle and he pushed then deeper inside of me.

I gasped, feeling like my heart was pausing in my chest. The pleasure was too much, too intense, blinding. I grabbed his forearm, begging him to slow down. But with his free arm, he yanked mine away, holding it against the couch, above my head.

I was completely at his mercy.

He stopped all of a sudden, and I looked at him with wide eyes as he started to move. He dropped to his knees on the ground in front of me, kissing my waistline.

"Oh, fuck," I whimpered, throwing my arm over my face. He wasn't going to...?

I was answered soon enough, feeling his tongue trailing up and down my slit roughly. My hips arched off the bed towards his mouth, my chest heaving.

I was mewling like a fucking cat.

He placed one hand on my stomach, holding me down as he continued his assault.

I was a mess. The only thing on my mind was his name.

I moved my arm from its place over my eyes to see his head burrowed between my thighs, his eyes trained on mine with a hunger and intensity could've killed me right then.

I grabbed the nearest cushion and smothered myself, pressing it over my face and screaming into it.

"Take that thing off, Laura," he ordered, trailing a hand up my stomach, teasing my nipple. I shook my head.

He pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed. "Off." he repeated.

"I c-can't," I stuttered, holding onto the cushion, my hips gyrating towards him of their own accord. "I'm a m-mess,"

"You are the sexiest thing I have ever had the pleasure of seeing," he said. He sounded like he was angry at me. "Now take it off,"

His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking. I screamed again. "I'm burning, R-Ross,"

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

He placed a finger at my entrance. "Does it ache for me?"

I just wailed in reply, past speech.

"Then take that thing off your face."

I pulled the cushion away, letting it fall on the ground. He smirked. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked, pushing his finger into me, slowly fucking me with it.

I was done.

With a cry of his name, fell of the edge, my hands going to his hair, grabbing it in fistfuls.

He stopped then, his eyes back on my face.

I rolled my hips towards him in frustration, then, suddenly, through my haze, I saw that he was pressing his hips against the couch, trying to relieve himself of the ache I knew came with being denied release. I felt a sudden rush of tenderness as he put my own pleasure before his.

He followed my gaze, then looked at me again.

Then he was over me, and my hands were pulling off his boxers. I spread my legs.

My eyes trailed south again, and I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped me as I took in his length. Well, I guessed I should've seen it coming. He was big all over. It had to even out.

The head of his cock trailed my slit, guided by him, the both of us moaning at the contact.

He sighed suddenly, as if he had remembered something. I looked at him.

"Tell me you're on birth control," he begged, his jaw clenching with the effort of holding still.

I nodded. "I am,"

And then, without any warning, he was inside me, filling me, knocking the breath out of me, finally, finally satisfying the aching craving that I'd felt since I first walked into his house.

My toes curled, and my legs were nearly limp. His mouth let loose a string of expletives as he grabbed my hips, repeating his actions again.

"Oh God," I moaned. "Ross!"

He let out a choked moan, suddenly raising my legs so they were over his shoulders. The action helped him go deeper, and I found myself whimpering again.

My hand trailed up my stomach, over the swell of my breast, pinching gently. He watched, then closed his eyes, groaning louder.

"Don't fucking do that, Laura," he pleaded, opening his eyes again. "I'm trying really hard not to pound you into this couch right now and you're not helping,"

"Sorry," I said, but the weak, needy tone of my voice didn't make the sarcasm in it clear enough.

He stopped all of a sudden, still inside me, suddenly brushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

And here he was, the Ross that I had known for years. The sweet, gentle one. Not that I didn't love it when he was like this. To say I loved it would be an understatement. But knowing that he was only like this with me, that I could bring out this reaction in him, it felt good.

He breathed deeply. "Laura..."

"I love you," I said it before I could stop myself. Maybe it wasn't the right time. Alright, it definitely wasn't the right time. He was inside me for goodness sake.

I looked down.

"I love you, too." He told me.

I looked up again.

Then, before I could say anything, he pulled out and thrust into me again,

He thrust into me slowly and gently... way too slowly and gently.

"Ross, please," I whimpered, gripping the couch beneath me.

"Please what?"

As if he didn't know.

"Take me," I begged.

He chuckled. "Anything for you."

I guessed I should have seen this being the outcome, when he suggested that game. Maybe I did.

He slowly withdrew each of his several inches, one by one, then slammed into me, swiftly pounding me into the couch.

"Ugh!" I screamed, but he was already moving.

In and out, fast and hard.

"More, more, more," I panted wantonly.

"So good, so fucking right," he groaned. "You're so beautiful,"

I was climbing to terrifying heights. My skin burned and I ached for the fall. I knew he was close, too, his hands gripping my waist so tight I knew he would leave bruises. I didn't care.

And then I snapped.

My entire frame shivered, my inner walls tightening around his filling length.

"Laura!" He growled, finding his release, too, claiming my body as his.

He rolled over so he was next to me, our breathing coming in ragged pants. I could feel the silent questions in the air.

Did we just...?

What does this mean?

"So," he started off, looking at me. I looked up at him, my head laying on his chest. "you love me, huh?"

"Um," I looked down. "I... Maybe."

I felt his body shake with laughter. I pinched his arm. "What's so funny?" I demanded.

"Laura," he said, still laughing. "you just begged me to fuck you, and now you're too shy to tell me you love me?"

I blushed. I couldn't help it. "Yeah, well I wasn't the only one who said it," I reminded him, looking at him accusingly.

"I do love you," he said, his voice softer.

I blinked. "Really?"

"Really."

"Well. I love you, too. I guess."

He smiled again. I felt my eyes flickering closed as we fell asleep...

And woke up a few hours later to the sound of the rest of his family banging on the door and telling for Ross to open it.

I looked at both our naked bodies, shaking him awake.

Shit.