Ross's POV
My hands press firmly into the bare skin of Laura's waist as I desperately mold my mouth to meet hers. I press my thumbs together under her bra and wrap my palms around so that my middle fingers almost touch.
We do a 360° around the bedroom and I end up holding her against a wall. Laura gasps a little into my mouth when her half-naked body hits the cold surface—I'll have to close the doors to the balcony to prevent a draft from coming through... but not now.
Laura pushes me away to slide off my unbuttoned shirt, and I groan at the sudden loss of her warmth. Licking my lips and smiling at the taste of Laura's lip gloss, I shrug the collared button-down off my shoulders.
Laura stifles a laugh and chants out an all-too-familiar lyric, "Let me take you to the max," her arms come around the nape of my neck and push my upper body forward, against hers.
I laugh along with her, joining in, "I want to love you!" memories from our Michael Jackson karaoke session on the day we met rush back amidst the ecstasy in the room.
From head to toe and every crease and curve in between, Laura mesmerizes me, always makes me come back for more. She has the brave soul of a successful, professional woman, of one who's left her whole life up to fate. She's spontaneous and fun-loving, and more importantly, someone I never knew I needed so bad.
Laura's become the missing part of me, it's almost as if there's a hole carved out in my heart or my head or my fingers—where, exactly, I don't know—for her. And throughout our relationship, I've tried to show her time and time again that the hole is meant for her and her alone: I've surprised her with unplanned road trips, concert tickets, and especially the necklace with the interlinked hearts. It's said that money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure as hell can afford so many things that bring a smile to my girl's face.
I remember one morning after I stayed over at her house, she woke up and immediately ran to the restroom. When she came back out, she told me it was her time of the month. I nodded, then after she put in a tampon, I made us chocolate chip waffles in her kitchen. We lost track of time and ended up spending the entire day together; I got her water or food or Advil whenever she needed it and she made sure I knew how much she appreciated the gesture.
I missed two classes that day and had to cancel plans with some friends, but I didn't care. When it comes to Laura, she's always my top priority.
And right about now, my top priority is throwing her on the bed sheets before my knees get too weak. I trail my grip from around her waist, down to her knees, hoisting them up around my hips. We let out a groan when I pull Laura closer by her hips, feeling my pants shrink a size when our groins contact. Laura must feel it too, since she whimpers and squeezes her legs around me tighter. Fuck, I can't wait for that action to repeat itself.
When my knees brush up against the bed, I lay Laura on the queen-sized mattress and follow her down, never letting our lips part. Once her creamy skin hits the cotton sheets, she traces her fingers up and down my body until she finds the button of my pants. Laura undoes the zipper in a slow, teasing way, pressing it against me so I feel the erotic vibrations as the zipper moves south.
My lips latch onto her jawline and then onto her neck, desperately wanting for her to chant out my name like it's her goddamn mantra.
Laura manages to get the fabric over my bulge, then eagerly pulls off my pants and boxers in one motion, accidentally running her hand over my cock in the process. And if I said I was satisfied with only that much contact, lie detectors would be going off in Antarctica.
Apparently, the contact isn't enough for Laura either, since she begins devouring my mouth, swallowing my tongue in seconds and tugging aggressively on my hair as if begging for more in sexual sign language.
For one thing, she's going to remember tonight—I'll make sure of that. It'll be a memory she'll shamefully find her mind wandering to when she's by herself, biting her bottom lip and squeezing her thighs together.
I trail my hands to unclasp her lace Victoria's Secret bra, grinning devilishly when she arches her back to press herself against me, "Ross...uh," she pants and desperately lunges for my lips in a sloppy, wet kiss.
Her legs snake around my hips, which provides the perfect opportunity for me to tear off (and accidentally rip) her lace panties. Mmm, well, I don't suppose I'll actually mind buying her a new pair.
She gasps accusingly, but before she can respond with words, I sneak two fingers in her, causing her to whimper uncontrollably. I smirk at my victory and curl my fingers in and around her, making circles and stretching out her heat in preparation for the deed. It's almost unreal how wet and tight she is.
"R-Ross, yes," Laura calls out in pain. I ignore and continue with another finger, despite her pleads, "Pl-Please," I smirk, seeing what I do to her.
She adjusts soon enough, as I can tell by her response: "Mmm, Ross. Oh my god, yes!" she forces herself lower into my hand, "I'm..." Laura stumbles over her words with her eyes shut tight, right when I take her by surprise by removing my fingers and instead going down on her.
"Can't wait," I smirk, giving her lower lips a kiss and pushing her ass closer as I ravish her with my mouth. My tongue laps throughout her sex, savoring the taste as much as possible since I don't have much time because her orgasm is close, judging by the sounds echoing throughout the room.
"Ross! Right there, baby," Laura finally throws her head back, calling out my name and pushing her body into my mouth as her high overpowers her. I watch her shudder underneath me, a panting, spent mess. Her hands reach up to clear the dampened hair from her face, which in the process, lifts her breasts up to me. I stare at her, noticing my dick hardening just from that.
The aftermath of the pleasure and sweet taste perfectly combine so that I'm convinced there's nothing more gratifying on Earth, "So, Laura..." I tease, "What filthy thing do you want me to do to you next?" I whisper in her ear and give it a lick.
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