✦"Shouldn't play with firecrackers."✦

Russell Adler is the type of guy to slide his hand underneath the waistband of your pants and lets his hand run down to where you need him most while he kisses you on the couch.

He gets cosy with you in the evenings and agrees to watch a movie with you. You're curled up next to him as you both focus on the television ahead, Russell occasionally taking a drag of his beloved cigarettes of his favourite brand, a light fog filling the room. It's been ages since he had a quiet moment like this with you. All he could think about every day he was away was how much he missed that infectious smile of yours. The way your face glows when you laugh. The way you rest your head on his shoulder and snake your arm under his, your fingers lightly running up his forearm and soon finding his hand, twice the size of yours, to hold. A quick glance at you and he notices your pert nipples poking through your shirt. It makes him look twice. No bra. Hm.

He can't resist it. The movie isn't as interesting as you.

So he leans in when your eyes gaze into his. His lips unite with yours and he's gentle at first. He puts out his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table before he grabs a fistful of your hair. You taste even better than he remembers and the hunger for you takes over. He slips his hand underneath your panties. His fingers circle your entrance causing your hips to jerk because of the electrifying sensation pooling in your very core. A soft moan escapes your throat and Russell smiles against your soft, wet lips.

That's exactly what he likes to hear. A reaction he loves seeing from you. His girl. His sweetheart.

So, he gets aggressive as his desire builds. Thick fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit as a string of whimpers and moans leave your pretty mouth, drowning out the sound of the TV. Your fingers fiddle with his belt and shirt but he stops you. He lowers you down on the couch and removes your pants and underwear completely, evident desperation with each tug of the fabric. He can't get enough of the view. You looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, so soaked with your legs open for him as you squirm beneath him, already begging for his touch even though it's only been a few seconds apart. So helpless. So needy but he loves that about you. A devilish smirk appears on his face. He's enjoying this.

After a moment, he gets to work again with his fingers, stretching you out further while his other hand sneaks up under your top to massage your breasts. You lift your top up and over your head and he runs his tongue over your stomach, in between your breasts and up your throat, his eyes boring into yours, planting a kiss on your jaw as you tilt your head back in ecstasy. Russell sucks on your flesh like he's starving, swirling his tongue around your nipples and biting your skin, leaving marks all over you. Air hits the trail of saliva he left behind on your body and it glistens in the dim light of your living room as it dries. He's loving this. Truly loving it. Naked underneath him while he's fully clothed and you being incapable of forming a simple sentence. All you can do is dig your nails into his forearms and shoulders as he forces his name out of you repeatedly.

Words of praise are uttered. Whisper-like and raspy and gentle in tone. He tells you how amazing you sound and how you drive him crazy. He tells you how beautiful you look. Such a mess on the couch. But you're his mess. It's all because of him and a smug smile graces his face - the scar etched into his left cheek looking even sexier. He makes you forget everything else.

You lift your hips off the couch as he sets a relentless pace and he grips your hip tightly, forcing you to stay in place and succumb to his burning touch, all while asking you where you're going, earning a laugh from him. You're moving too much. Can't contain it. Feeling like you're about to explode this very second because it's all too much to handle. Russell took his time to learn how your body works and it shows. He knows you're close. You don't even have to say a thing. You can both hear just how wet you are.

He feels you clenching down on his fingers and your toes curl and your hands try to grab whatever's in reach to ground yourself. A floating feeling. Is this heaven? A final few curls inside you and you come over his hand, your eyes rolling back and face contorting in pleasure as your body shakes.

"Atta girl."

Adler brings his hand, soaked in your juices, up to his mouth and he licks it excruciatingly slowly, watching you watch him, grinning as he does and he hums in delight as if he just took a bite of the best burger in town. A deep rumble in his chest. He lets out a little chuckle as you stare, crawling back over you, looking down on top of you before giving you a soft kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.