#nl76

“Morning,” you smiled.

His hand rubbed up and down your back in a way that felt like second nature. He looked out the window, then glanced over at the clock.

“Should probably get up,” he mumbled with a kiss to your forehead.

You pouted up at him, “why?” It was his day off today, he didn’t need to be anywhere, and the coziness of the room with the soothing sound of rain made you want to stay there forever.

“Cause it’s almost ten.”

“So? You don’t have anywhere to be. Plus,” you pressed another kiss to his jaw and gently ran your fingers through the long pieces of his dark hair that curled at the back of his neck, “doesn’t this feel nice?”

He hummed in response, his eyes slipping shut again, “yeah.”

You brought your other hand up to touch his bare chest, your nails grazing his tan skin, “isn’t it so cozy?” Your lips grazed his neck, “let’s just stay here.”

“Okay,” he conceded easily.

His grip on you tightened as your kisses moved along his neck, until he turned his head and captured your lips in a real kiss.

“Nick,” you whispered against his lips.

He just pulled you closer, his fingers slipping under the tshirt you were wearing, his tshirt. His hands explored your bare back, his lips still working in tandem with yours. He only pulled back a few minutes later to take your shirt off, tossing it toward the foot of the bed.

You hadn’t been wearing anything else, so you were left completely naked now. Obviously, it was only fair for him to be naked too, so you tugged at the waistband of his boxers until he pushed them down and all the way off.

The two of you moved together slowly, easily until eventually, he rolled over on top of you. Your hands went to the back of his neck, your fingers in his hair once again. You could feel his erection pressed against your thigh and it made you whine.

“I got you, babe,” he whispered.

Then he was reaching down between you to line himself up with your entrance. When he pushed into you, you let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the familiar feeling. You pulled him down just enough so you could press kisses to his jaw and neck as he started thrusting into you. His rhythm was steady, not rushed, but not too slow.

It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t rough, but it was passionate. The sound of rain against the window became the soundtrack of the moment, accented by the sound of your lips against his skin.

“Babe,” he groaned.

The sound of his voice, rough and breathless like that, made the heat on your stomach intensify. You wrapped your legs around his waist, which changed the angle just enough to draw high pitched whines from your throat.

“I-I’m close,” you moaned.

“Me too,” he kissed the corner of your mouth.

His hand moved down between you again and the feeling of his thumb on your clit triggered your climax. It washed over you in satisfying waves, Nick’s name the only thing falling from your lips.

He followed shortly after, releasing inside of you with a soft moan of your name. He let his weight settle on top of you for a minute while he caught his breath.

When he finally rolled over next to you, he pulled you with him and tucked your head under his chin.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too.”

“Let’s stay here just a little longer.”