All Day

Round One

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❝вαвє,❞ he groaned as I made a subtle attempt to slither out of his grip. His grasp tightened around my waist, pulling me closer against his skin. He tugged at the silk duvet, gently placing it on the both of us.

"Baby, I have to get ready. I'll be late for work!" I demanded.

"Call in sick, who needs work anyway." he grumbled, burning his face in the nape of my neck.

And the sarcasm kicked in,"Hm, maybe a girl who's struggling to pay rent and spends all her money on candy, Netflix, ice cream and iTunes?"

"Okay, I see your point, but one day off shouldn't matter! C'mon, baby, let's just spend the day in bed like we've talked about before. I'll make you breakfast, we can watch Netflix and order pizza later. I want to spend my day with you, Y/N." He was protesting.

A long sigh left my mouth, and I rolled my eyes, a grin on my face. "Fine, but you owe me,"

"Trust me, I'll make up for that," he muttered, reaching over me and handing me my phone.

At this point I called in to my work, faked a vigorous cough (which earned a few chuckles from him), and next thing I knew, I was home, sick, with mild pneumonia.

As I hung up the phone, placing it back on the nightstand, I flipped over to face him, who had a cheesy smile adorning his face.

He bit his lip. "Me and you. This bed. All day."

"Yup," I giggled as he moved in to kiss me, but I stopped him with the palm of my hand.

"What are you doing? Don't kiss me, I'm sick, remember?" I joked, and he laughed hysterically for a few moments before laying back, recuperating from his laughing fit, and saying,"We might be in this bed for a long time. We might have to repopulate the planet." (Jokingly.)

I moved my head to gain a better view of his face. "And what is it that you're saying?"

"I think you know what I'm saying." his voice was raspy and dark.

"I don't think I do," I teased,"Why don't you show me?"

"That's hot," he laughed,"And trust me, I will." He moved above so that his body was centimeters away from mine as he hovered, his lips brushing against my own.

Next thing I knew, his hand was in my panties, pressing my against my heat, making small, teasing movements and I was tugging at the waistband of his loose gray sweatpants.

His erection was prominent on the fabric of his briefs, and I moved my hand to gently stroke his bulge, before he removed it from himself, intertwining his fingers with mine after pulling my lace pair of underwear down my legs, and taking off his as well.

His length sprung up, and he was quick to hide it away in the refuge of myself.

A relived exhale left his mouth as he slowly began to lunge himself in and out of me. The quiet moans escaping my mouth were stifled by sloppy but beautiful kisses.

His thrusts became faster and faster, and my moans became louder and louder, my legs shaking, the pit in my stomach becoming wider and wider with every thrust.

His large hands glided over my chest for a place to clutch, finding my breast and roughly groping it as he continued to lunge in and out of me.

He lifted my shirt so that my breasts were revealed, bouncing up and down with every movement I made.

His sweet lips found their way to my nipples, licking and sucking intensely, his tongue rolling circles across my areola.

Suddenly, he pulled out, wet and sticky as he kissed down my torso and stopping at my vagina, suckling roughly at my throbbing clitoris. A shaky hand slapped over my mouth as I screamed, trying to stifle the loud noise. I couldn't take it, I was so hot for him.

My legs shook, my thighs closing up around his head, and I grabbed at my breasts, having no where else to clutch.

His long, smooth tongue slipped into me, tracing unfamiliar patterns. Then he quickly pulled away, taking his fingers to my clit, and rubbing quickly until I came.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yea!" I squealed through gritted teeth.

"That's it, honey, cum for me, baby." he purred.

I exhaled shakily as he licked the white contents off his fingers before wiping his hand across the clean bedsheets and nuzzling up beside me.

"Round one. Done." he growled, pressing his lips to my forehead.