#god i still just hopelessly love him nd it hurts me so fucking badly

[sketchbookwonders]

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#god i still just hopelessly love him nd it hurts me so fucking badly #im still in love #head over heels for him #and thats what makes it all hurt the fucking most #ive loved him completely this whole time and as much as i was avoiding it because i do love him #i watch him fall out of love with me #become more distant... ignoring me more.. forgetting about me #and that really fucking hurts...i knew i love him.. i still do. but he stopped loving me #and i still barely understand why... i thoufht i was doing everything right and trying my best.. i changed and learn #it was the first time someone has ever loved me like that... first time ive loved anyone like that #and now its gone.. and im still in love and he isnt #and i just dont understand why #the only times i ever questioned if iur relationship would end wasnt because i was worried that i didnt love him.. i know i do... #i was just so scared i would do something that would make him leave #or that he would lose interest cause maybe i wasnt doing enough #and im not fully sure what i did it was just him... not being in love anymore #makes me want to tear my face off and never look at anything again #vent

[r-ahh-mi]

You Got What I Need (Part Four)

Part One II Part Two II Part Three

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Swearing, Alcohol Usage, and Sexual Content.

Word Count: 5.7k

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Thursday. You now had one more day until you were formally introduced to your child and one last set of agonizing 24 hours which you could tell Rami about everything.

You’d picked up your phone and typed out a text nearly 10 times and had your finger hovering over the call button on his contact, but you never could bring yourself to follow through with it. You just couldn’t. Not when you both were not doing so hot, friendship wise, not to mention, he was at the peak in his career and you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him and take away all he’s worked hard for. 

He was so fucking talented, even you could see that from working with him and browsing his work. A baby would mess it up and you’d be willing for it to mess up your life plans, as long as it meant Rami could keep on keeping on with what he had going for him.

God, I knew I never should’ve had sex with him.

An attempt at one night stands never ended well with you - you either fell hopelessly for them and then had your feelings hurt or dated them and, once again, got your feelings hurt. When you’d first met Rami you knew that feeling was there, you weren’t sure if it was intimate feelings, sexual feelings, or just a natural bond you guys had right from the start, but as soon as alcohol was in both of your systems with music blaring and celebration on the rise, it was clear you both wanted one another, sexually, that is; at least right at that moment it was purely sexual.

On your end, you could feel the little smile that naturally spread onto your facial features when his notifications would pop up on your phone or when he’d grab his and her’s coffee for you and him when he’d show up to work. Your friendship and sexual feelings were developing into this giant ball of much deeper and intimate desires that you wanted from him and, the worst part is, you couldn’t even do anything about them. Especially not now with millisecond glances being the only thing keeping you both still acknowledging one another.

You adored going to work before, but now you were almost grateful for your early morning and late night calls because it was the only thing that still gave you time to see him and watch him talk to other people and smile as he engaged in friendly conversation with the other actors and even though you so badly wanted that to be you engaging in playful banter with Rami, you were thankful you were, at the very least, still able to see him in some way or another.

These flashback were the only thing keeping your current morning commute to work somewhat tolerable, but the couple sitting across from you engaging in loving hand holds and little kisses were not supporting your ‘independent pregnant chick’ vibe that you were trying to embracing, but failing miserably at.

You were terrified.

You would eventually begin showing your baby weight and then what? You’d probably have to be asked to be written out of the show, which was the first big role you’d gotten so far in your career and then what would be your excuse for having to leave the show? I’m sure word would eventually get back to Rami or he would at least notice I’d stop showing up to work.

On the other hand, you didn’t have to keep the baby and your life could remain the very same. You weren’t opposed to the idea of abortion what so ever, but it just felt wrong to you to go through with such a thing without the fathers consent. It was, after all, half yours and half his DNA.

Ours, the baby was ours.

You shook your head as your train stop blared through the speakers inside the train car, making you quickly gather up your belongings and quickly head for the parted train doors.

With headphones in your ears and a coffee in your hand, your brisk walk through a snowy New York seemed tolerable today. The wind wasn’t being overly expressive and there wasn’t a ton of people out, assuming because of how early it was in the morning. 

4 am wake up calls were not your favorite, but at least they involved less bumping and ‘excuse me’ from strangers, and the director just had to have the proper, early morning lighting for the scene you happened to be shooting today.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up.” The high pitched voice of one of the film crew members was trailing hot behind me as she ran, to the best of her ability, in her chunky healed boots.

“Hi”, I gave her a friendly greeting. I had only spoken with her a couple times, but our interactions were always fairly casual and she seemed nice enough.

“I’m so happy I caught you. I wanted to ask you something and I think you’re the only one who could help me out.”

You looked at her quizzically as you both walked at the same even pace, “Okay, what’s up?”

“You’re friends with Rami right?”

Friends. Hmm. Right now? No. We were anything but friends.

“Uhh.. I guess you could say that.”

She nodded quickly as she took a sip of her coffee, “What do you think of him? Like is he nice? I already know he’s cute, but like...I don’t know, what’s his personality like?”

What was he like. Cute, she had that one right, he is damn cute and his personality. Well, he was social, but also very keen on listening to others, he adored being at home, rather than indulging in the night life of New York, and lastly he was kind. Now, kind was such a simple word, but yet so accurate when it came to him.

He was constantly checking in on those involved in his life, always attempting his best to cheer anyone up when it was needed, and never ever judging of you or your behaviors and choices.

He is an amazing person. Amazing suits him perfectly.

“He’s amazing”

“Oh, I’m sure he is, but can you be more specific? It’s just that, he asked me to go out with him tomorrow night and I-“

He what?

“He asked you out?”, the girl nodded in response with a giddy little grin on her face.

I remember that smile, i had it to when Rami had expressed interest in us hanging out, before sex and feelings were involved; I crave those days.

You kept your expression blank, not able to fake a smile, but also not wanting to show how enraged you were at the sheer thought of him asking another women out, but could you blame him? It had been two weeks since you last spoke and it’s not like you guys ever had a romantic relationship so there was no need to hold back on approaching other potential lovers.

Now, that didn’t mean you still didn’t feel like shit hearing that he was moving on. He was obviously thinking of other women and most likely thinking of them romantically or sexually or both and that ripped you apart and the worst part was you couldn’t show it. No one had a clue about your sexual relationship with him, except for him and you. To top it off, your urges to be more than friends with him we’re hidden to others, your best friend didn’t know, your mother didn’t know - you wanted to be his so badly, but that wasn’t going to happen.

No matter how much you craved and no matter how much you hurt, nothing would come of this pain except more and more pings in your chest as your heart strings snapped and tore apart.

“You okay?”, the girl asked, clearly concerned at my lack of a response and, no doubt, the deep in thought look on my face.

I put on my bravest fake closed smile and nodded, “Yeah, totally. Why wouldn’t I be?”

She shrugged, “You two were pretty close at that party a couple months ago so I don’t want to interfere with anything or make things weird-“

“You’re fine”, You interrupted, “he’s just a friend..not even a friend...he’s a friendly acquaintance.”

She nodded reassuringly and took another sip of her coffee as you both approached the studio. Scanning your badge, to gain access into the building, and whose the first person you see.

Of course, it’s Rami.

“Hi Rami,” the girl immediately greeted him, making him turn his eyes away from his phone and towards the direction of the two of you.

He gave her a flirty smile, but not before making stone cold eye contact with you.

“Hi”, he said to her, but held direct eye contact with you for a split second, before summoning up a smile and flashing it towards the girl.

What an ass.

Confidentially, you waltzed right past him, lightly brushing your shoulder against his as your high heels clicked across the cement floors. You headed to search around the studio for a safe space to put your personal belongings, before everyone gathered in the van that would take them to the shooting destination for the day. Your mind was much too busy cussing Rami out though, for you to fully concentrate.

Really? Moving on already? Fuck, he was probably fucking loads of women behind my back anyways...but it wasn’t even behind my back because we weren’t an exclusive item and- fuck! Everything just feels so intense right now and to top it off I’m fucking pregnant and I don’t know how this could get any worse, I honest to god can’t imagine it getting any worse than things were right now.

“You ready?”

You were surprised to hear Rami’s voice, directly behind you, surely he couldn’t be talking to you, but You were wrong as you turned around and saw him making eye contact with you.

Quickly, you glanced around the room, but it was only you..and Rami; just the two of you being in a room alone again felt so foreign and yet you wanted nothing more than to press your body against his in a tight hug. Even though you saw him nearly everyday, you still missed him; the side you got to see of him. The much more laid back and relaxed Rami who wasn’t multitasking with being social and trying to nail a scene.

“Yes, I’m talking to you”, he snickered as he leaned his hip against the door frame. “Everyone’s getting in the van and they asked me to come look for you.”

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape and you muttered a swear word as you gathered whatever you didn’t need for the day and set it on a nearby table.

“God, I forgot how slow you are”, Rami chuckled from the doorway as you glared over in his direction, but both of you soon fell into a comfortable laughter.

He looked divine. Sure he was only wearing jeans and a casual t shirt, but god he wore everything right and god did he look soooooo right. The veins in his arms were prominent as he crossed them in front of his chest, his dark jeans hugged his thighs just right and-

Rami cleared his throat, sending your mind into a mental panic as you realized you were just standing there, pretty evidently, eyeing him up. You dared to move your eyes up to his face where his lips were pursed with a small smile on them.

“Don’t even say it,” you said as you fast walked past him, heading for the main door.

“No idea what you’re talking about”, Rami called after you as he sped up his pace to match yours.

You hummed an ‘mmhmm’ as Rami quickly placed his hand on the door, holding it so no one could get in and no one could get out.

“What are you doing,” You said confused, looking up at him.

Rami didn’t say anything right away, but merely stared at you, palm still pressed against the door.

“Wanna hang out tonight?”

“What?”, you questioned.

You both were going from zero communication for weeks to him asking you to hang out and by hang out that usually meant fuck each others brains out.

“It’s my cousins birthday party tonight and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me.”

I swear to god, no matter how much time I spent with Rami I nearly never expected what came out of his mouth or the actions he took. He was so unpredictable when you really got to know him and it was such a cute side to him that I secretly loved that only I got to see. Well, I guess I wasn’t the only one to see it, but I’d hope he had some sort of mannerism that he felt comfortable only showing to me, but this, I was definitely not expecting this. 

“Why don’t you ask, what’s her name?”

“Ashley.”

Sure, sounds familiar.

“I guess? Tall girl who works with the film crew and going on a date with you tomorrow?”, Rami nodded and smirked at you, his eyes dragging up and down your body.

“Jealous?”

“Maybe”, you teased, giving him a dose of his own medicine as you eyed his body.

God, I miss that body.

He tucked his lips together and popped them back out as he continued eyeing you up, taking and concealing mental images of you for when he was alone..and needy.

“So, do you want to go with me or not?”

The pro’s: you would be able to spend time with the boy who you were currently falling head over heels for, you would have a good night out, which you hadn’t had in a long while, and, lastly, you could maybe find time to tell him about your appointment for tomorrow. Maybe.

The cons: you wouldn’t be able to drink alcohol, but hey, better get used to it, right?

“Sure”, you smiled at him, “Now, can we get back to work please?”

Rami smirked down at your short form as he removed his hand from the door and popped it open, holding it for you as you walked through. “Thanks Ram.”

He watched as you walked in front of him, admiring the way your hips swayed, in your tight jeans, to an invisible rhythm. He bit his lip as he trailed behind you as you both situated yourself in the van.You immediately sought shelter in the very backseat of the van, attempting to gain some privacy so you could rehearse the scene in your head, however, Rami decided now was a fucking fantastic time to sit right next to you.

You two hadn’t been this close to one another in, what felt like, forever. His hand was sat rested on top of the seat, his fingertips playing with the fabric of your coat which was draped behind you, and even that felt reassuring to you because, it took all of a small conversation and invitation to a night out for you both to be back to your normal, flirty selves. Was it really suppose to be that easy? Like a small lovers tiff and then you both bounce right back? 

I don’t think we could be more stubborn and ridiculous if we tried, especially me.

Maybe you could tell him about everything, about the pregnancy, well I suppose potential, and your feelings for him that were venturing more towards wanting an actual relationship. After all, if you were both going to have a child together, wouldn’t it be better if both of the child's parents at least attempted some sort of romantic relationship? 

Rami’s hand relaxing onto your thigh dragged you out of your sentimental thoughts as he lovingly caressed your denim covered leg. You looked over to him and he lazily moved his eyes over to yours; smile gracing his gorgeous lips and a dark colored beanie sat atop his head.

“Ready for the scene today?”

You nodded, maintaining eye contact as your head rested against the back of the seat. You’d nearly forgotten about the scene you were filming today with Rami - a spontaneous little kissing scene, which wasn’t the norm for your usually cold and quiet character, but Rami’s character had been slowly breaking her shell open and the most ironic thing about it was how accurate it was to what Rami was doing to you, but the real you, not your character.

 “I think we’ve practiced kissing enough for us to absolutely nail this scene, don’t you think?”

He chuckled and brought his hand up to your cheek, massaging the blushed skin with his thumb, “Doesn’t hurt to practice a little more, you know, so it’s fresh in your mind.”

You raised your eye brow at him as he leaned into your body, resting your foreheads together, “Please?”, he whispered against as he dragged the tip of his nose along your cheek.

You were surprised at his request, but, let’s not kid ourselves, you were craving him and the sooner you could touch some sort of skin against his, the better.

Ever so gently, you pressed your lips to his. It was that sort of feeling of going back home and visiting family after not seeing them for a long period of time, except it was only two weeks since you’d last been on good speaking terms, and it was entirely your fault that this silly little argument even occurred in the first place.

His palm pressed with a bit more pressure into your cheek as you both continued pushing gentle pecks against each others lips. His tongue only slightly peeked out of his mouth before you began returning your kisses with an open mouth, craving his tongue laced with yours. 

Who knows how many minutes passed and honestly, who fucking cared, because you were cherishing this moment as if it were a reunion, which, I suppose it was in some shape or form. 

Rami’s hand had slipped under your blouse slightly, caressing your stomach with his fingers as you both continued to make out in the backseat of the van which was taking you to go make out some more on camera - and you were getting paid to do all of this.

Best. Job. Ever.

The vehicle came to a gentle stop and Rami pulled his mouth away from yours and sent a kiss to your cheek, “I missed you.”

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The cozy bar was full of friends and family members and everyone in between as Rami guided you into a booth for you both to claim as your own for the evening.

Oddly, you were a bundle of nerves as you prepared to meet some of Rami’s family; you’d hadn’t met any of his family members before and you wanted to make a good impression on them, seeing as you would be having a new bundle of joy to add to their family in the next several months.

Fuck, I still need to tell him, but how? How does one break the news to their ‘baby daddy’, so to speak, that you are indeed pregnant, even though you had initially thought you were not pregnant. Was there ever an appropriate time for that sort of discussion? God, this would be so much easier if i could drink; drunk me loves telling all my secrets.

“Want me to grab you a drink?”, Rami asked as he shuffled his arms out of his coat and set it in the booth.

“Uhm...just water for me.” Rami squinted at you curiously, “C’mon, i’ll get you a gin and tonic like I know you like.”

“No, really i’m fine. I’m trying to, ya know, cut back on drinking.” Rami shrugged at you, “Fine, but i’m getting plastered so get ready to deal with drunk me.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, “Sounds good to me. You’re a cute drunk.”

“Shush,” he said before waltzing over to the bar, letting your hand gently fall out of his and onto the table. You gazed at his back as he leaned his forearms against the bar and pulled his phone out of his back pocket, mindlessly tapping away at his keyboard.

Your eyes glanced around the room as you took in your surroundings and noticed all sorts of people, most who seemed to be quite familiar and comfortable with one another; you assumed they must all be family members by the way they laughed and affectionately hugged one another.

“Is anyone sitting here?”

The voice was familiar and the face was equally familiar, but it wasn’t exactly the person who had initially thought it belonged to.

They must be cousins or something, but they looked like carbon copies of each other, how was that possible?

“No, uhm…no. Go for it.”

He glanced at your stuttering form as you kept your eyes on him as he sat in the booth next to you, most likely wondering what sort of drugs you were on and who you knew in order to get into this party.

“I see you two have met”, Rami said as he set the two glasses down on the table and hugged the man who just sat down.

“Y/N this is Sami, he’s my brother. Sami this is Y/N, she’s my…” your mind was too busy glancing between the two of them for you to hear the last part of Rami’s introduction.

There’s two of them. Holy mother of god.

“Oh, so you’re Y/N. Nice to meet you”, Sami extended his hand out to you as you both engaged in a friendly handshake just as a woman, carrying a babies car seat, took the spot next to him and placed a kiss to his cheek.

“This is my wife, Vanessa, and the sleeping ball of hair in there is Ian,” he signaled, pointing to the carrier. After sending a friendly smile towards his beloved, you peaked inside to see a sleeping infant who did indeed have a lot of hair and a relaxed expression on his small facial features.

“Wake him up, I want to see my favorite nephew”, Rami said as he lightly tickled the babies sock clad foot, attempting to make him stir even a little.

Sami playfully smacked his hand away as Rami kept his eyes fixed on the child, “Let him sleep, asshole. He hasn’t been sleeping well at night as of late.”

Your face held a sad smile as you watched the way Rami sipped on his whiskey and kept glancing down at the tiny human while maintang a casual conversation with his sibling. The amount of interest he held for that child made you feel so bad for not keeping him as informed as you should have, regardless of what terms either of you were on with one another. He deserved to know and be with you tomorrow when you got the ultrasound.

I have to tell him tonight. He’d probably be angry at me for keeping it from him for a couple days, but, regardless, he needed to know and I wanted him to know. I wanted to have him there with me tomorrow.

“So, you’re the guy whose been fucking my brother.”

“Sami!”, his wife smacked his arm, shooting him daggers with her eyes.

“What, it’s true!”

You turned to Rami as he hid his laughter behind his alcoholic beverage as he took a small sip. “Telling people about me, hmm?”, you quietly said to him as you moved your lips to his ear.

He shrugged as he placed his drink on the table and moved his palm to your crossed leg.

“Did i tell you how good you look tonight?”

“Only like five times on the Uber ride over here. Keep it in your pants Malek.” Rami smirked down at you as he squeezed your thigh.

“You and I both know you don’t want me to do that.”

Goosebumps began to rise, at an alarming rate, on your freckled arms as you took a brief sip of your drink; mainly to cover up the wicked smirk that threatened to reveal itself on your face, but also partially to give you time to map out where the bathroom in this dive bar was, you know, just in case a quickie was in need for the evening.

Surprisingly, you and Rami had never entertained the idea of sneaking away to have bathroom sex - you began scolding yourself for not think of this idea sooner.

Work, the bar, award shows...we could’ve had sex in that ice cream parlor too. Damn it.

Rami Brought his arm around the back of the booth, nearly laying it across the back of your shoulders, as his fingers began to massage the nape of your neck - with just enough pressure, he wrapped his hand around your tension filled muscles and soothed them with the pads of fingers pressing into and working them.

Quiet moans left your lips as you reveled in the relaxation Rami was bringing to your aching muscles. Your eyelids began to close as the pressure he was applying began to intensify. Rami enjoyed watching your face twist and turn every time you let out a noise of pleasure or bobbed your head slightly, letting him know that he was doing something right and something that brought you enjoyment. Not to mention, the noises you were making brought on a feeling of want to him; or rather to his cock.

The growing bulge in his pants was becoming too much for him to bare, not to mention difficult to cover with a medium sized glass of whiskey, but he kept on, almost teasing himself, as he gave you this non sexual pleasure that was making his pulse race just at the sight and sounds of you.

“You like that?”, Rami whispered as he kept up his soothing movements on your neck. You responded with a slight nod and quiet whine as he began to guide the top of your spin in a circular motion.

You heard Rami let out a small guttural moan, making your eyes open and glance in his direction.

His eyes were hazed over, almost cloudy, as he hitched his teeth to his bottom lip. “What are you thinking about?”

Rami shrugged his shoulders upwards as he removed his hand, something you severely protested with your puppy dog eyes, and propped his hand up on the table to assist him in standing up.

“Where are you going?”, you questioned. He smirked at you as he walked away silently towards the bar and placed his empty glass onto the counter. You were deeply confused as he started heading for an open door way, but not before he tapped his phone, attempting to signal something to you, but you just weren’t quite catching it.

After a minute you heard your phone loudly vibrate against the glass of the table, Rami’s name flashing across the screen with the message, ‘Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes. k?’ being lit up.

With a smirk you swiped on your phone and began tapping away onto the keyboard.

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Y/N: Can’t wait til we get back to your place huh?

Rami: Just get your sexy ass in this bathroom.

Y/N: But i’m having so much fun thinking about you jerking off in a sleazy bar’s bathroom babe.

Rami: I swear to god.

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A smirk spread across your face as you set your phone in the pocket of your jeans, lightly brushing something invisible off of your lap and standing up, awkwardly looking around, ensuring that no one had caught on to you both, but of course, one man had. Sami sent a chuckled nod in your direction as he ‘shooed’ you away with his hand teasingly, just as his tiny infant began to stir and let out soft cries.

Their poor parents - i’m sure they were a handful growing up.

Several strides later and you were fixing your hand for the bathroom door, turning the knob in your palm. 

“Took ya long enough.”

“Shut up,” you yanked Rami’s lips down to yours as you grasped the back of his neck, roughly tugging it down to match your slightly over 5 foot tall body. Rami was just as hungry for you as he quickly undid his belt and you began unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs.

Once you were both partially undressed, your lips returned to one anothers, hungrily devouring the other as Rami settled his hands on your waist, lifting your body up to place it on top of the sink.

Your bodies began to bump against each other as you spread your legs and Rami settled in between them, pressing his groin area into yours as your kisses became even more heated and hands became even more needy.

Foreplay wasn’t needed as you both were severely already worked up and craving one another, even though it hadn’t been too terribly long since you were last intimate, or at least, you hadn’t been intimate with anyone other than him...

You shook the thought from your mind, too on fire and lustful to worry about who Rami was fucking, or not fucking and besides, you held his complete attention at the moment and loved that he was this ready for you.

Rami’s hand moved down to your panties, giving you a teasing rub against your core through your panties, as he hooked his finger into the side seam of the lacy fabric, and moved them to the side - much too needy to slide them off your legs.

Your back began to arch into his hand as he massaged your bare, extremely wet, cunt and you wanted nothing more than to have him mercilessly fucking you into this bathroom sink. Your equally neediness was on display as you shimmied Rami’s briefs down his legs, so they could rest at his knee caps. 

“I love it when you’re needy”, Rami groaned as his fingers continued spreading your wetness along every inch of your heat, making you respond with various noises and wiggles of your body.

“Get inside me already.”

“No Foreplay today?”, Rami teased as you grabbed the base of his cock, slowly pumping it up and down. Getting him erect was already taken care of, seeing as he was already pretty hard once you moved the fabric away and let the warm air kiss his skin. The movement was purely for yours and his pleasure as you watched his forehead crease and his lips move into a circle shape as he watched your finger move along the a vein set on his member.

“Need more convincing?”

“Fuck no,” Rami winced as you moved your thumb along a particularly sensitive area.

He playfully shoved your hand away and placed his hand on your thigh to steady himself as you placed your hands on either side of the sink while he roughly thrusted into you. You gripped the porcelain as hard as you could while he continued his rough movements that had you arching your back into him.

“T-too much?”, Rami breathed out, slowing his movements ever so slightly as he kept his eyes on you.

“More, please.” The high pitched moan you let out turned him on so much as he picked his movements back up, slamming into you and back out at an alarming, and incredibly pleasurable rate. 

His hand made its way to the top of the mirror, set behind the sink, as his other hand remained on your thigh, pushing it down as he fucked you so good. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into your body making you both feel an the ultimate elation while attempting to keep your noises down, but when Rami was tipsy he was noisy, but you weren’t complaining.

He was naturally very vocal during sex, but alcohol seemed to heighten it, causing his usually quiet moans and groans to be free flowing and come out at whatever volume they saw fit for the situation and god, was he being a noisy boy right now.

As you both continued performing vigorous thrusting movements into one another, Rami moved his forehead to rest on yours - a go to movement of his as of late. Although your movements were anything but slow and sensual, the way his lips pressed against yours was exactly that. Kissing was something you both didn’t do much during sex, in fact this was the first time.

Your hands crept up to either side of his face as you both continued pressing heated kisses to one another as you both enjoyed a comfortable and fast rhythm. Both of your moans were growing louder and louder as you pulled away from his lips to whisper a faint ‘i’m close’ in his ear.

Rami nodded as he moved his hand down in between your legs and started circling your clit rapidly, bringing you to your orgasm as your body began constricting around his hot cock. 

“You’re so fuc-mmmm-fucking hot,” Rami grunted as your body began to relax, settling to slump against the mirror that was now clad in Rami’s hand prints.

“Cum on my stomach.”

Rami looked at you wide eyed as he pulled out of you, his hard cock dripping with your juices. “You sure?”

“Did I stutter?”, you said in between heavy breaths as you tried to get your breathing back to a normal pace.

Rami smirked at you as he pumped himself at a fast pace; you never let your eyes look away as he pleasured himself, in fact, just the sight was enough to get you aching for him again, especially when he spilled his cum all over your bare stomach.

Deep groans left from his lips as his hand movements began to slow against his skin as he finished off his orgasm with one final deep breath as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

You quietly laughed as he took several fast breaths while you played with the now sweaty hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Once you calm down can you get me a paper towel?”, you spoke lightly as to not ruin the relaxing mood that was now filling the bathroom you had both experienced deep pleasure in.

Hurriedly, Rami moved his head off of your shoulder as he moved to grab a paper towel and rub the results of his orgasm off of your stomach.

“Can we do this more often?”

You nodded with a smile as he tossed the paper towel into the garbage can, “Definitely.

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