Lust In Love

Gemma woke up when feeling small drops of water hitting her forehead and running down her face. She opened her eyes and instantly she could smell the scent of alcohol on Rob’s breath. He was standing above her, absolutely soaked from the pouring rain outside. The cheesy grin on his face and the smell of alcohol gave him away. He’d been drinking – heavily – and probably with Brandon. Those two always drank when they had to sort things out. Rob swayed slightly while moving himself further down towards her face. Gemma was still feeling rather upset from last night’s party, she couldn’t really get rid of the feeling of being all alone at the party – having been left by them all. She turned over on the side, facing the opposite direction of where Rob was standing with his face relatively close to hers. She caught a quick glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 3:56am. It wasn’t more than 3 hours ago that she had returned home from the party – the party where they had finally been able to show their feelings towards each other. But right now Gemma wasn’t really feeling too hot when it came to her feelings and Rob. He shouldn’t have left her there. Rob chuckled drunkenly and walked over to the other side in order to face Gemma. He bent down and started kissing her on the arm that was above the cover, safely tugging it around her.
“Rob.” Gemma almost groaned. “You are getting me soaked here. Get off me, please.”
“Aaw, baby.” Rob made his way to her neck leaving small seductive kisses behind him.
“Rob, please!!” Gemma wanted to sound annoyed but couldn’t move away from his touch because of the sensation that he was sending through her body.
“If you don’t want to get soaked,” Rob started to pull the cover off of her. “Then you better get me out of these wet clothes.”
Gemma moaned slightly against her own will when she felt his hands outlining her every curve – details of her body that belonged to him now – and no one else but him.
“Rob,” Gemma made one last effort to object but changed her mind followed by pulling him close to her. She felt the wet clothes cling to her and shivered. She gently tried to tug on his t-shirt, wanting to remove it – not because it was making her top wet, but because she wanted to feel his skin against hers. Their lips met each other and were only torn apart as Rob’s t-shirt made its way over his head and onto the floor. She shuttered feeling his rather clumsy fingers trailing down her sides. Their lips met up again and she felt his tongue explore her mouth.
He broke the passionate kiss only to remove his clinging baggy pants – after having fumbled with the zipper for ages – Gemma finally took over letting the pants drop to his ankles. He laid down beside her on the bed and their lips found each other again. As Rob’s hands slowly smoothed over every little detail of her body, he suddenly looked at her with a wicked grin.
“Oh no…” He slowly moved his lips down towards hers but without touching. Only inches away he whispered. ”Now, your clothes have gone all wet.”
He let his index finger stroll along the base of her neck and over her small read top. Reaching her navel he bowed down and placed small kisses around it. His index finger continued further down where he found her to be wearing his black boxers.
“Oooh, sexy touch, girl.” He laughed and tugged softly at them.
“Better get you out of these wet clothes…” She looked down and saw him smile at her. She smiled back and ran her fingers through his hair. With a little help from her, he removed her top and the boxers.
“Much better.” He slurred and kissed her again. This time only to realize that he never wanted to stop kissing or touching her. “God, you feel good.” He whispered in her ear when taking a pause from the kiss to breathe. She only moaned in response, closing her eyes knowing that Rob would take her to a higher level.