When the day met the night

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Once we got back and dumped the bags in the kitchen, he continued about how awful the weather was. "I get it, it's shit! But I love it" I laughed, "wait till you come to LA it's nice and warm, you'll love it" he said. "I've been, I can take it or leave it" I said, he looked taken aback, "really? You don't like it?" I had the good grace to look embarrassed. "It's ok, I mean" I searched for something to say "it's sunny, I suppose" he was surprised, "it's beautiful, maybe you just haven't had the right tour guide" he said with a sly smile, "mmm maybe" I said smiling. He suddenly grinned  "hey, how about you come over for Christmas" he said excitedly. I turned sharply "Christmas, what?!", "Do you have other plans?" he said questioningly. Did I? No, we just hung out at friends houses or at the pub, drinking too much then coming home to sleep off my hangover for the next two days. "Um it's not even December, I don't know, we may still be filming" I stuttered. "That's bullshit, everyone breaks for the holidays" looking annoyed, he turned away to get a drink. Crap, I thought carefully about what to say next, "I couldn't possibly intrude on your family and I mean we're just you know..." I didn't know what we were. "Just you know, what? What do you consider us to be?" he was definitely annoyed, I wasn't sure how to answer him, he was looking at me waiting for a response. "What?!" I said, "what is this?" he demanded, I shrugged, then I laughed, "booty call?" His mouth dropped! "Booty call?!! I'll give you a booty call!" He grabbed me from behind and started dragging me towards the stairs, I was laughing, feigning resistance. He half dragged half carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom where he threw me on the bed. "So booty call hey? I don't usually fly halfway across the world for a booty call" his voice was low, and his eyes became stormy and dark, he slowly peeled off his t-shirt. "No I guess you don't have to, you have lots of obliging company" the words tumbled out before I could stop them. He frowned, "really? why the fuck would you say that? Is that what you think?" I sat up, "I don't care, most people have, 'friends' like that", "Oh, I get you, like fuck buddies? Is that what you mean?" Oh shit, he looked pissed "do you have one, some? How many?" he said slowly, deadly slow. I got off the bed, "I couldn't care less how many you have, but don't lie and say you don't" I said, "Yes I do, but not since we were together, but you didn't answer my question?". I made to move away from him, but he grabbed my arm, spinning me around, "why don't you want me to know?" he demanded, "why do you need to?" He suddenly pulled me to him, he grabbed my chin and his face came right up close, his lips almost against mine, "because I want to know that when I leave, someone else wont be here, touching you, kissing you, fucking you, making you come, I want it to be just me" it was a furious whisper. My insides clenched, a thrill ran through me to my core, a slow burning starting and I felt pussy start to throb, "there's been no one, no one since you" I said, he closed his eyes finally reassured. He opened them again and his hand grasped my hair, pulling it roughly, his lips crushed mine, his tongue pushed roughly into my mouth, claiming it, kissing me more passionately than he had ever kissed me before. His other hand went to my behind squeezing it, at the same time he bit my lip, hard, I gasped! In what seemed like half a second he had pulled off my jeans and knickers, my arms lifted as he pulled off my t-shirt and bra in one swift movement, he backed me up against the wall, still kissing me, pulling away he went to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He came back and pushed me back against the wall. Opening his jeans and pulling them down just low enough to let his erection free and roll it on, he brought his body in close, grabbed my legs and lifted me up wrapping them around his waist, he slid into me groaning, I was wet and ready for him. "Hold onto me" he growled. His teeth bit my lip again, it was painful and I gasped, but I didn't care, the pain and the pleasure was making me insane, I was on fire, he drove in and out of me, again roughly, his hands which were on my hips, holding me firmly in place, were digging into my skin, it was as though he was trying to fuck the memories of anyone else out of me. His mouth went to my neck, I felt his teeth graze the skin, then to my shoulder, he bit down so hard I cried out in pain, "fuck!". His head snapped up to look at me, dazed, he slowed down, "what's wrong?" his breath ragged, "you hurt me" I said softly, he looked from my lip to my shoulder, where there were red marks from his teeth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" his lips kissed my shoulder gently "I'm sorry". He made to pull away, my legs tightened around his waist, "don't stop, just.." He nodded, his breath still fast, he gently brushed my lips with his, my arms tightened around his shoulders and he slowly moved, the heat building between us again, "faster, harder, please" I panted, he obliged, I cried out as i splintered into pieces, my body shuddering. With one last deep thrust, I felt him reach his climax and he slowly stilled, his forehead leaned against the wall next to my head. "Just me" he whispered in my ear, I nodded against his shoulder. "Only you" I breathed.