"Are you even paying attention?"

"I am."

"Because it's an interesting film."

"I know. I'm watching."

"I mean, if you watch it... it's really a great documentary."

"I believe it."

"Victor, honey," I asked as he hummed against my collarbone, "You can't really pay attention when your hand is in my pants?"

He didn't retreat, instead pulling my hips flush against his own with a soft grunt. I felt him hard against my ass, his fingers brushing my clit with a gentle intensity I had never seen from him. His hands, so rough and calloused, danced across my skin with an uncharacteristic ease.

"Vic- honey, we had an agreement." I reminded him weakly. My voice, meant to be stern and threatening, instead came off heavy with lust. I tucked my chin down just in time to see him cup my sex.

"So wet," he murmured. I nodded my agreement, pushing my hips forward to meet his long fingers. "Is this for me? Are you ready for me?"

"Oh, yes! Baby I- wait, we can't!" I threw off the covers, sliding from Victor's grasp and hopping off of the couch. He groaned, leaning back in defeat with his erection quite obvious in his sweatpants. I adjusted the waist of my shorts, pacing in front of the television a few times before stopping to stare at him.

"We're better than this Hedman." He threw his arms up in defeat and I began pacing the floor again. "Come on, we've made it since our engagement- six months ago- and we're in the home stretch. We can do this. You've gotta get your head in the game!"

He palmed his cock through the thin grey material covering it. "Pretty poor choice of words there babe, and I just... can't we do it once? I'm so hard."

He pulled his cock out, wrapping his hand around the base of it and pumping slowly. I leaned against the mantle, watching the muscles of his forearm flex as he pleasured himself. His jaw clenched, head falling back on his shoulders as a groan poured from between his lips.

"God, I miss fucking you." His voice was so deep, so in ecstasy, I rubbed my thighs together to find some relief. I watched him lift his hips, sliding his pants lower to expose his thighs. The muscles were flushed pink and he dug his nails into them, leaving little crescents in the soft flesh.

"You look so beautiful." I slid into an armchair, pulling my knee up and pressing a knuckle to my clit to relieve some pressure. My whole body felt on edge hearing his uneven breath, the only sound in the room.

I pushed my panties aside to slide a finger across my slit. The muscles in my body were tense, awaiting a release that wasn't coming anytime soon. I was too wrapped up in Victor- his pursed lips, his blue eyes squeezed shut with concentration, the thin sheen of sweat across his chest.

I stood up, shedding my shorts and taking two long steps before I was on him. "God, Victor..." I straddled him, my hands settling onto his shoulders as he found my hips. He kissed me with an urgency he'd only reserved for especially long road trips.

He tugged my shirt off, slipping it over my head and holding his lips a few inches from mine. His blue eyes narrowed and I smiled, "What?"

"Are you okay with this? I know you wanted to wait for the wedding."

I hesitated for a moment and he kissed me again, lifting me off of his lap and setting me onto the couch. "We can make it three more weeks." He mumbled, lips against mine as his fingers traced a path down my stomach. I shivered at his touch and looked up.

"Yeah?" He nodded, his fingers setting a slow pace at the apex of my thighs. "Then what are you doing?"

"Finishing what I started."

Notes

He's cute and big and I'm in love with him.


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Kisses :)