Love Me [1/1] | By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 2306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I don't really know that there's a point to this. I just remember watching Carrie Underwood's audition and getting a distinct vibe between Simon and Paula, which inspired me to write this.
So...yeah.
A cute, young blonde girl named Carrie walked in the audition room.
After a few informal introductory questions, Paula spoke.
"What are you going to sing?" she asked.
"I can’t make you love me," Carrie answered.
I looked off to the left and squeezed my eyes shut.
Remembering.
***
"You know what I hate myself the most for?" she asked me suddenly, after a long pause, obviously trying to choke back tears.
"What," I asked, apathetically.
"It’s not the fact that I gave into you. Or the fact that I slept with you. Or the fact that you have this power, this control over me, that I can’t seem to rise above. It’s the fact that even though I swore I wouldn’t, I fell in love with you. And there’s nothing I can do to make you feel the same way."
***
I walked to my hotel room in St. Louis, sleepily fumbling with the bloody key card, attempting to make it work.
When I walked in my room was aglow with the faint flickering of candles.
However, I barely even noticed them.
What I did notice was Paula on my bed.
Bonnie Rait’s "I Can’t Make You Love Me," playing softly in the background.
"What are you-," I began.
"Shh," she said pleadingly. "Come here."
I walked over to the side of the bed, admiring her naked form, sprawled across the king size bed.
I reached over and softly caressed her collarbone as she spoke.
"I know this sounds crazy Simon, but please, just love me tonight. Love me one last time. After this, I swear it’s over. I just..I need this, and I can’t explain why, but I do."
My expression softened as she reached up and took my hand, moving it to her naked breast.
I toyed with the nipple, rubbing it softly between the pads of my fingers.
Her back arched slightly, but she made no moan of appreciation like she normally did when I touched her.
Her eyelids fluttered shut as I pinched it once before I removed my shirt and pants, hastily.
When I joined her on the bed, I laid there for a moment, taking her in.
Admiring her.
Wondering if I was a bloody fool for pushing her away.
For telling her I didn’t want this anymore.
I shook my head, clearing the thoughts from my mind, focusing my attention on giving her what she asked of me.
My fingers trailed lightly on her smooth velvet-like skin, featherlike caresses down the expanse of her stomach and back up, circling her round breasts.
Her lips parted slightly, as she continued to keep her eyes closed and I moved up slowly, softly planting a kiss on her mouth.
I nibbled on her bottom lip as my erection grew stiff, pressing into her thigh.
I pushed my body forward, settling between her lithe, open legs.
She spread them farther and wrapped her ankles around my lower calves as my cock now pressed against her swollen, slick lips.
As I lay on top of her, my hands trailed up and down the underside of her arms.
Tenderly I linked my fingers through hers, pinning her hands softly above her head.
I knew she loved that.
Still, she kept her eyes closed and her body limp.
I pressed another kiss against her lips as I slid my cock inside her tight walls.
I saw her chest rise and she squeezed my hands softly, obviously caught off guard.
You see, normally we would do a bit of foreplay before I entered her.
I’d tease her.
I’d make her beg me.
But not tonight.
Tonight was different, and I think surprised her by skipping what was normally one of our favorite parts.
But she still made no tangible sound.
No quick intake of breath.
No moans.
I moved inside of her.
Long, tender thrusts.
She curled her bottom lip up and bit it softly as she moved against me, wrapping her legs higher around my ass.
She dug her heels into me as I moved more frequently.
In and out.
In and out.
I kept my eyes on her face the entire time.
I was almost hypnotized by her.
I think I was also numb to the fact of what I was giving up.
The song ended and the room filled with a silence that was deafening. .
The air between us was awkward without our grunts or moans of pleasure.
The dead air left hanging there was almost painful.
I groaned and tucked my head down, resting it on her heaving chest, between the valley of her breasts.
She unlinked her fingers from mine and placed her arms beside her, gripping the sheet between her fists.
I continued to move at an agonizingly slow pace within her, and soon, she began to thrust quicker against me.
Obviously wanting me to speed up.
In the past she would have just told me.
But this time, she remained quiet.
Her eyes still remained closed.
I increased the pace slightly, still studying her face.
Wanting her to look at me.
Normally she would.
But she didn’t.
We continued at this pace, these movements, for a few moments, before I could tell she was almost there.
Although she wasn’t saying anything verbally, the way she looked said it all.
Even in the dim lights of the candles, I could see her flushed cheeks.
I could see the thin layer of perspiration that collected on her forehead and under her bottom lip.
She glistened, almost.
The skin between her eyebrows wrinkled, almost as if she were deep in thought.
Her lips parted slightly, and I waited for her to make some sound of pleasure.
She didn’t.
I could feel her clenching tightly around me and before I had time to comprehend it, her orgasm was upon us.
She gasped -the first audible sound she’d made since I began to love her- as her body trembled beneath mine.
The curiosity of watching her, of (for once) being so focused solely on her caused me to come shortly thereafter, but I barely noticed my orgasm.
My body quaked above her tense form, but I was barely fazed by the climax.
Instead, my attention was focused on the woman beneath me.
And for the first time since I entered the room that night, our eyes met.
***
Lay down with me,
Tell me no lies,
Just hold me close, don’t patronize.
Don’t patronize me.
‘Cause I can’t make you love me,
If you don’t.
You can’t make your heart feel something that it won’t…
My eyes opened and settled on Paula.
She was leaned forward.
Body tense, eyes closed.
Exactly how she looked when she came the night before.
And it was then that I realized the magnitude of the mistake I made by giving her up.
The End
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