Chapter 5 #2
I’ve never felt anything like this. Maybe because I’ve never had relationships, or maybe because it’s him.
Everything feels different with Christopher.
More intense. My body begs for a sort of relief I have yet to learn.
His fingers graze down my neck, setting the skin on fire everywhere we touch.
Palms scrape along the sides of my breasts, and I arch myself against him, pleading wordlessly for more of his touch.
“Do you like this?” he asks, his voice rough with lust.
I nod, brushing my chest against his. The strain of our shirts and my bra against my nipples makes all my nerves painfully aware. The air grows harder to swallow. I’m sensitive all over.
Christopher sucks on my lower lip, then kisses a trail up my jaw to my ear. His breath makes the wet spots rise with goosebumps. “I didn’t hear it, baby girl. Do you like this?” he asks again; his voice reaches a new low as his hands brush lower, around my hips.
“Oh, God, yes,” I say, my voice filthy. My cheeks burn with embarrassment when I notice how far gone I am. My panties are slick with arousal, and it’s so wrong to be doing this here that I can’t help but look over my shoulder.
Christopher turns my face back and kisses my lips. “Eyes on me,” he orders, then tugs my skirt up around my thighs until his leg fits between mine. “Fuck, I don’t think I can wait another second.”
His hand races down my side to touch my exposed thigh. A jolt of electricity shoots up my skin, pooling in my core. “Wait for what?” I ask, out of air, my voice choking.
Christopher gives me another soul-searing kiss before his fingers venture between my legs. “I can’t wait to see your face when you come for me.”
The implication of his words makes me drop my jaw in surprise.
He wants me to... Here? Where anybody could catch us?
I start to say something, but the words are lost the moment his fingertips brush along my covered lips.
I cry out, then clamp my jaw shut to stop any other sounds from escaping.
Christopher strokes up and down along my seam, and every time he finds my clit, a knot inside me coils tighter.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips.
I open my eyes to find him staring at me, admiration on his face.
“So fucking beautiful,” he repeats, then takes my lips with his again.
This kiss is not as hungry as the previous ones.
It’s careful, gentle. He plays with my tongue, swallows my moans, and never falters on his moves against my center.
He circles his fingers, brushes, and plays with me until my panties are soaked through.
Christopher releases a grunt. “You’re so wet.
I could bury my cock inside you in a single thrust, uh? ”
The idea of him popping my cherry? Amazing.
The idea of that happening here? Not so much.
I snap my eyes open, meeting his gaze. “Christopher. I… I…” I don’t even know how to tell him that.
That there was never much romance in my life, but I don’t want it to happen like this.
I don’t need a rose-covered bed, but at least a bed. “I don’t think?—”
“Shh.” He pecks my lips. “It’s alright. Not now.
Not today. Today, I want to make you feel good.
” And for emphasis, he pulls my panties up, creating more friction against my center.
I gasp against his mouth, the contact almost painful against my sensitive nub of nerves.
“That’s it. I just want you to feel good... ”
And the stroking of his fingers grows faster, harder.
He urges me on and sets me on fire. I cling to his shoulders, his mouth forgotten as I moan and move my hips.
Christopher sucks on my pulse, lapping at my collarbones.
Pleasure grows inside of me, becoming something solid.
It chokes me and makes it hard to breathe.
“Oh, God,” I moan. Can I really climax without him ever touching me? He’s still stroking my panties, and even that is too much. “Oh, God, I’m about to?—”
Christopher stops, fingers moving away. I almost cry out when my orgasm halts, my nerves burning. His eyes are on me, the sexiest, darkest look on his face. “I didn’t say you could come, baby girl.”
My brows drop in a glare. “But I’m about to.”
He opens a smirk, then shoves his hand into my panties. I gasp in surprise, clinging to him again. “You should have asked.” And his eyes sparkle with desire.
Is that what he wants me to do? He wants me to be a good girl for him? I chew on my bottom lip as Christopher parts my folds, covering his fingers in my arousal without touching me where I need him the most. “Please, Christopher. Please.”
His hold on my hair tightens. He tugs my head back and his possessive eyes take me in. I feel like a goddess at that moment, and that he’s here to adore me. To make me the center of his existence. Christopher rakes his teeth down my jaw, fingers teasing at my entrance.
“Please, what?” he asks, pressing his body against mine. And I feel it. The huge, hard length of him against my leg. And I know he wants me as much as I want him. He needs me as much as I need him.
“Please, make me come,” I plead, and he lets out a growl before crashing our lips together, his fingers finding my clit and stroking it lightning fast. My entire body grows taut, needy.
I sink my fingernails into his strong biceps, my head dropping back.
It’s too much. Every cell in me explodes with fireworks as I climb toward the biggest explosion ever.
Christopher pulls back an inch to look at me. “Come for me, baby girl.”
And it’s the order that sets it off. My body just responds to him.
I come apart, hard, utterly, breath locking in my lungs, my body rocking with huge jolts.
He kisses me again, roars, then his hips buck against me, a finger of his teasing at my entrance again.
He does nothing, just hovers there, his hips thrusting against my body, his lips devouring my moans.
Christopher freezes, his breath catching.
Finally, he slips his hand from my panties, both arms folding around my waist. I lean into him, let him handle my weight, and soak in the warmth surrounding me from all sides.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my hair. “The sight of you coming was more beautiful than I expected.”
“Yeah?” I chuckle, not sure how to react to that info.
He moves against me, and I feel some wetness between us.
Pulling back, I glimpse down to see a wet spot on his pants.
“What’s that?” I ask, and a moment later I know what it is.
Heat floods into my face as Christopher pulls back to check, then laughs.
“I told you. You’re perfect, and seeing you come around my fingers was even better than I could have hoped for.”
I kiss him hard because I never thought a man could come like this.
Never thought someone could come just from looking at me and touching me.
My heart swells in my chest as he answers my kiss, though he’s softer now.
He kisses me with lingering, yearning strokes of his tongue. Like he never wants this to end.
The sound of footfalls hit my ears. A small “oh, sorry,” and then I snap around. Someone’s here; someone caught us. I turn in time to see a cleaner leaving the room. My heart races in my chest, and I almost jump out of my skin when I feel hands on me.
Christopher adjusts my skirt with a smile on his face. Like nothing could ruin the happiness he feels. “Let’s find a bathroom to clean you up. I’ll have to go upstairs to change, then we can have lunch.” He meets my eyes. “Wherever you want to.”
His confidence makes me relax. I nod and let him kiss the corner of my mouth. I leave the room floating, and something tells me I won’t stop thinking of him for the rest of the day.