PRESENT DAY -
"Jessica"
"Jess", she sighed.
"Jess-i-ca", he repeated.
There was no point correcting Erling when he was in this mood. She rolled her eyes at him as he held himself over her, his naked warmth radiated under the soft bed sheets, she was glowing already.
"Now is not the time to be cheeky"
"No?"
"No.", that undeniable darkness blanketed his eyes.
She was in a playful mood, and his tolerance for this was pretty rare when he was in a certain state of mind.
Admittedly he had softened in the six weeks she had known him. But post match, especially when mistakes had been made, he needed to switch off and just.. let go.
"Okay... No cheek", Jess reached up and tucked his blonde strands behind his ears, she could have sworn his eyes softened for a split second when she did this. But he quickly shook his head, shrugging her hand off him.
"Look at me, Jessica", he was getting impatient. Erling went down onto his elbows, his mouth now almost touching hers. She scooted down the bed slightly to meet him, until she could feel him pressing slightly against her entrance, throbbing.
"I need to see your face. When I put it in.", his soft breath batted against her lips as he spoke made her entire body tingle.
The bluntness of his words and the how he spoke them made her so weak, every damn time. That and the sheer confidence of knowing exactly what he wanted and how he was going to get it.
She ran a hand through his thick, gorgeously light hair and gripped at it, his eyes almost rolled backwards at the sensation, like he'd forgotten himself for a mili-second. Erling quickly responded by taking both of her wrists in one hand and firmly held them above her head.
True to his statement, he locked eyes with her as he eased his length in. Inch by inch. Making sure she was comfortable. Jess was used to him now, but he still somehow managed to make it feel like their first time, every time.
In the beginning, he was careful, he was all too aware of his size and he'd want her verbal consent that she was happy for him to carry on. But now he knew. He'd picked up the cues from the way she'd lightly gasp, open mouthed beneath him, how she was physically ready for him and how her hands gripped and clawed against his as he held her down.
"You. know. the. rules.", he muttered down at her as his pace quickened, each thrust hitting her deep inside.
She did know the rules.. but every now and then, she pushed the boundaries to break them, and occasionally he'd break them himself.
He'd let her caress his hair, he'd let Jess fall asleep right in the crook of his arm as her fingertips stroked his chest, he'd let her cook for him. He'd allow himself to be, almost, loved?
But not today. Not now. Not when they did this. There was no room for emotion or any of that rom-com, soppy shit.
Her insides burned in the most delicious way as he expertly moved his hips between her thighs. She knew he was close. He also had his cues, as much as he'd hate to admit it. He'd have bursts of quickly sucking in the air between his teeth and his entire body would begin to shudder with the pure intensity of it all. Of his impending release.
"Shit. Fuck.... Jessica.", he released her hands and she was free to roam. She grazed her fingertips along his bulging arms either side of her, feeling his swollen veins as they furiously expanded to allow the blood to flow quickly throughout his body.
Erling saved those words for when he really, really lost it, and hearing him like that, knowing his head was completely gone.. that sent her over the edge. The waves of her own orgasm made her unexpectedly jerk forward until her lips met the bit between his shoulder and collarbone. She nibbled and sucked at his pale skin nearing his neck as he roared her name, allowing himself to finally come. Any ounce of control he had was now gone.
Erling rolled onto his back and sat himself up, now leaning slightly against the headboard and effortlessly scooped Jess onto his lap. Both worn out. She gazed at him and although her vision was hazy and her head was still up in the stars, she could make out his sparkling dark blue eyes, which now contrasted perfectly against the pure whites of his eyes once again.
He was back.
Jess knew it was safe, she rested her head on his sweaty chest and listened to his heartbeat, heavily thumping away, until it began gradually settling back down into its normal rhythm.
He nuzzled his nose into her hair and she felt him planting tiny kisses on her scalp. This is the Erl she knows.
"To me, you are perfect Jessica"
-
SIX WEEKS EARLIER -
She had noticed him every single weekday for the past two weeks.
Monday to Friday, he did the same thing every morning.
7.30am on the dot.
He would enter the shop wearing crisp white trainers, neutral joggers with a matching slightly oversized hoodie (hood always up) and she'd watch from behind the counter as he confidently walked over to her. It only took him four or five strides, he was so tall. Probably one of the tallest men she had witnessed in her life.
1 ginger shot and a very specific smoothie. This didn't change, not ever.
Frozen chopped banana, handful of spinach and kale, walnuts, blueberries, chia seeds, almond butter, hemp milk, almond milk, finished with a scoop of whey protein powder and crushed ice.
The ingredients rolled expertly off his tongue, he patiently and quietly took his time to accentuate each and every word. She wasn't sure if this was because of his accent or to slow his request down for her. Either way, it knotted her stomach with a sensation she could feel all the way up to her throat.
He knew what he wanted.. this big, blonde creature of habit.
The mystery yet complete predictability of him made her ears perk up from day dot.
