Ross Lynch: Imagine This

Themr5boys

Andrea POV

"This is why I hate sleeping with you." I mumbled, pushing Ross off of me for the third time. He was very clingy in his sleep.

"Just... let me hold you." He whispered, pressing a small kiss to my neck. I could feel his boner press into my sitter.

Ross was a gentle creature, always trying to do his best to please women; me in particular. But every man had their needs, and I had to learn to satisfy his soul.

Therefore, despite my better judgment, I reached behind my body and palmed his fully-awake erection. He groaned into my ear.

Hands roaming, he whispered his fantasies he wished to fulfill on my account.

I was easily swooned.

His right hand groped my breast tightly, as his left searched for my dripping sex.

And, by God, when he found it, he lost all holds on his emotion.

Feverently jumped astride me, tearing at my clothing as he sucked on my lips. I preceded to flip us over and do the same, yet still slower than he.

"Andrea, hurry up." He whispered to me. Once we were bare in our skin, he revealed a Golden XXX Rubber to me as he rolled it over 'little Ross'. My body ached for the need of satisfaction in my genital area.

'Genital' is such a dirty word to me.

Anyways, after some heavy breathing and light kisses placed upon my face, Ross was finally fully sheathed inside of my core. Being a woman of slight experience from lack of intercourse, adjusting to 'Little Ross' was still quite difficult, considering his immense size. Not that I mind.

After lifting my hips to 'Test the Water' of Ross' penis, I granted him permission to begin.

And like that, from that simple motion, something so light and endearing, turned from making love to a rough fucking.

Pardon my language.

After nearly destroying my center, he eased in the strength and focused on his speed.

Mind you, his speed was already quite fast.

After moving at his pace for a few minutes, we came to our separate, yet connected orgasms.

"Andrea..." He huffed.

"Ross..." I cried.

I presume there must be something enticing about saying your lover's name during intercourse. A sign of commitment, perhaps.? Possibly devotion.?

Either one it claims to be, it makes the moment special for the couple.

"Can we sleep now.?" I breathed, my body aching with fatigue. He responded with a chuckle and stapled his arms around me, pressing a light kiss on my hair .

Sorry for the wait. And I'm sorry if you hate it.