Strictly Professional

34: Stamina

ELLE
Freak-Lana Del Rey

"When you said a couple more times, you really fucking meant it." I weakly chuckled, feeling my entire body about to give out as I laid on my stomach next to him. His bed was so plush and comfortable, I never wanted to move.

The second we found ourselves confined together into his shower, he pinned me against the tile wall. Trapping me there with his chest pressed against my back, we continued from where we had left off from the kitchen. We did actually get to shower later, but that deemed kind of useless when he hovered above me in his bed a while later, whispering praises and sweet words into my ear as he held my legs securely wrapped around his waist, my knees pressing into his ribs. And I enjoyed every single second, but I was starting to reach my limit. This was definitely a lot more physical activity than what I could take.

"You know I always keep my word, love." He softly smiled, carding his fingers through my hair as he laid on his side, his head plopped onto his hand as he supported himself on his elbow, looking down at me. I hummed in appreciation, letting my eyes fall closed at the relaxing sensation he was providing me with.

"I know, but three consecutive times? How much stamina do you have?" I dramatically sighed, opening my eyes just enough to see him as he chuckled.

"I'm an athlete. Stamina is required to get this far." He responded in amusement. His hand left my hair and I was just a tinge disappointed. But that didn't last long since he began tracing soothing lines along my spine, pushing the white sheet that covered me down to my waist. His rough fingertips brushing over my skin created goosebumps in their path.

"Mm I'm glad about that, but I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow." I closed my eyes again, the exhaustion catching up on me. But it was so worth it.

"That's okay. Gives you more of a reason to spend all day in bed with me." Hearing the suggestiveness in his tone, I looked at him again. He winked, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"I bet you'd like that." I returned the smile, admiring the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, still damp and completely disheveled from my hands running through it.

He's an actual sex God.

"I know you'd like it too, getting to snuggle with me for hours." He pouted his bottom lip and laid down, resting his head on the pillow and scooting closer. Once his face was close enough to mine so I could feel his breath fanning over my face, he draped his arm over my waist.

"You are my teddy, so technically you're not wrong." I leaned just a bit forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips, laying my head back down right after. Instead of pulling me closer, he rolled towards me. With half his chest pressed to my side, he puckered his lips against the skin of my shoulder.

"I'm so happy you're here Ellie. Your side of the bed was getting cold." He muttered into my skin, placing another kiss there. My heart fluttered at how caring and pure his gesture was. I was still in disbelief in moments like this, when a man of his status and reputation showed such affection. But I hoped he never stopped, because I couldn't get enough of it.

The reason why I was having trouble believing the man next to me was the same person that walked into my office a couple of months ago was fairly simple. He had this persona for the outside world in which he showed no emotion, no sympathy, no real liking to anything or anyone. He could be crude at times, too bold for some people and even rude. I've witnessed that a handful of times and I've been treated in that way from him too.

He could be cold as ice at times. But when he was nice, when he allowed me to see him for who he really was by shedding the image he'd try to uphold to the world, that was when I was able to realise and appreciate how amazing he really is. He truly was, even if he didn't realise it. I've never had a partner show so much care for me in so many different ways that he has.