Don't Call Me Cute

Part 1

The myriad of ways Rami had expressed his admiration for you this evening; both verbal and physical - had you feeling as though you finally understood the term 'love drunk'. His soft hands had caressed what felt like every part of you he could reach over your clothes, as you sat on your kitchen counter top, discussing your day. He stood comfortably between your legs as they hung over the counters edge, often touching, always listening. The close proximity of Rami's body to yours had a similar affect to that of the wine you had both so eagerly consumed. You felt warm, dizzy and dazed.

After a particular story about the creepy guy at work had surfaced, Rami's soft expression shifted, his brow furrowed as he apologised, "Fuck Y/N I'm sorry." As if he was somehow responsible for the actions of any and all men. His hands moved to the small of your back, he inched closer.
You smiled, poking him playfully in the chest as you replied,

"Yeah, that was all your fault."
"You know what I mean." He smiled sincerely. "Men are disgusting."

"Yeah..." you sighed as a wave of calm, comfort and content washed over you. Rami always had a way of making you feel at ease - making you feel safe.

You let your head fall and pressed your cheek to his chest. The weight of his head resting on yours was felt and he proceeded to engulf you in a loving hug. You could feel his slow, rhythmic heart beat through his shirt as a comfortable silence grew - both of you locked in this amorous embrace.

It wasn't long before the immense adoration you felt for him swelled and you found yourself unable to conceal it any longer. Lifting your head and pulling back, you smiled earnestly up at him as your fingers found their way to the buttons of his shirt. Absentmindedly, you toyed with them.

"Hey." You spoke softly, your eyes resting on your fidgeting fingers before darting up to meet his,

"I really like you." His mouth tweaked, his eyes softened as he spoke deep and mellow,

"I like you too."

He bit his lip.

You noticed his brow raised, it was so subtle, so barely noticeable - but it was there. His eyes gleamed and glanced at your lips, the bottom of which you were now biting.

"Mmm..." He groaned quietly, his hands rounding your shoulders before trailing down your arms. His touch made you shiver, in the best way. It was as though he was considering something.

"I don't mean to be creepy." He murmured, taking your hands in his. "But I really feel this shirt is getting in the way." He lifted your arms high, proceeding to nod toward the long sleeve button up you were wearing, all the while studying it, as if he was trying to understand its 'complex' design.

You promptly giggled, bemused.

"Of?"

"My hands." he stated so matter of factly, his eyes wide as he nodded and squeezed your hands. You smiled, narrowing your stare before playfully hitting him in the chest.

"You disgust me."

He grinned, beaming.

"Mmm..." One hand found your waist again, the other reached up to gently tap your nose. "You know I love it when you get all riled-up baby." His deep voice almost a whisper.

He was so utterly charming and seductive in his manner, you almost allowed that cheeky response to pass without retaliation. You restrained yourself from melting into him, your face dead pan as you raised a brow.

"Sorry," He continued, "I don't mean to patronise you...you're just too cute to take seriously sometimes." His eyes were low as they studied your expression.

Cute? Is this what he insisted on calling you?? What a trite word. Stunning, sexy, devastatingly handsome - all apt descriptions of the man before you, a fact you would gladly admit if ever he asked. You wanted to be so much more to him, you wanted to devastate him, the way he did you.

"Cute?" You probed, your lips pursed in an over stated expression of agitation.

"Yes." He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours and murmuring,

"I love it."

His hot breath ghosted your cheeks before he pressed his warm lips to yours. Slowly and softly he kissed you as his hand made its way under your chin. Although determined to shift the usual Rami dominant dynamic, you let yourself give in for a moment, that sensation all too pleasurable to say no to. You found yourself completely complaint to his touch, your back arching when his hand moved between your shoulder blades. He grasped at the fabric of your shirt as he pressed your chest to his.

"Mmm.." He moaned softly against your lips, breathing heavier as his hungry hands proceeded to cup your cheeks, before moving down your neck and to the buttons of your shirt. He seemed in such a hurry suddenly, as though he had been supressing the urge to do this all evening. He sucked on your bottom lip as he pulled away slow, his forehead against yours.

He smirked, his fumbling fingers failing to undo your top button as he glanced down.

"Fuck this shirt." He muttered.

You smiled, watching him as you leant back and pushed out your chest in an attempt to help.

He huffed; short shallow - impatience overcoming him. His lips were red and swollen, his brow was low, and cheeks flushed. He looked so delightfully dishevelled and turned on, you found yourself in a daze. You became paralysed by the sight before you – he was so captivating and altogether sexy.

You had almost completely given yourself over to him before you realised if anything were to change, you would have to act now. Being cute was not all you aspired to, being cute simply would not do.

It was then you sat up and grabbed his wrists, firmly positioning them either side of your thighs. You held them in position. He seemed a little concerned at your sudden desire to discontinue. His eyes darted between the both of yours, confused.

You spoke, softly, seductively, "I don't want to be cute."

"Sorry?" He seemed thrown by your remark.

You proceeded to lift one of his hands to your mouth, licking the underside of his index finger before taking it fully into your mouth. You sucked on it in one slow motion, all the while staring doe eyed up at him. He watched your lips carefully in anticipation, flinching slightly at the sudden 'pop' sound of his finger leaving your mouth. He seemed utterly astounded at your sudden surge of confidence, and to be honest, you were too. You smirked at his dumbfounded expression, before stating clearly,

"Go sit down. On the couch."

He frowned a little, his hands reaching for your waist as he tried to pull you closer. You promptly grabbed his wrists again and he grumbled,

"Y/N..."

Unable to give you up that easily, he tried one last move; a kiss, one that never made it to your lips. You jerked back you head, and dead stared him as you spoke,

"I think it's time you started taking me seriously," You tapped his nose. "Babe."

He gulped, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you closely and stepped back, granting you the space needed to slide off the counter. You felt so suddenly confident, so all powerful, and you were ready to completely devastate him.

"Now go sit down." You asserted, before palming his half hard cock through his jeans and leaning up to whisper in his ear, "Please."

He gulped once again, involuntarily pushing himself into your hand.

"O-okay." He muttered.

He pulled away and made his way to the couch, letting out a shaky sigh and running his hands through his hair as he did.

You felt giddy with anticipation of what was to come.