It was all fun and games until the licking turned slower, and kisses were being placed down my sternum, and then he slipped the straps of my tank top off my shoulders, rubbing his cheek along the soft skin of my tits.
“So soft, so warm, so fucking beautiful. Look at you,” he said, slowly taking my tank top off until I was bare in front of him. He looked at me in awe, like I was the prettiest thing he had ever seen in his life. His finger touched my cheek, and he caressed my jaw, sliding the tough pad of his fingertip down my neck, traced my clavicle, over the tops of my breasts, down my stomach, and dipped into my navel. “Not one imperfection.”
I turned my head away, for a moment reminded of all the models he’d dated, but my insecurities quickly disappeared as he took my mouth in a soul−churning kiss.
Before I knew it, we were naked on the rug in front of the fireplace. His muscular shoulders shadowed the wall behind us, making me look small in his clutches. There was so much that needed to be said, but I couldn't find any words that mattered now. I wanted him. He wanted me. Wasn’t that enough?
I needed to stop making it more complicated than it was.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my fingers play with the silky strands of the hair on his nape as he lifted my leg, curling it around his waist.
“Wait,” he said, pulling away from me as got up and disappeared into the bedroom.
“Chris?” I shouted, wondering if it was all a set up. Was he going to leave me here?
He came back out and held up a shiny wrapper. “Almost forgot.”
I relaxed a little and laughed. I was so glad he remembered. I had never had unproctected sex before. He ripped the package open with his teeth and sheathed his cock with the condom. This was it. This was the moment that we could never turn back from. He laid his forehead against mine and sighed, pushing forward, and the motion stole my breath.
He stretched me wide, carefully opening me up for him as he inched inside me.
“Chris,” I gasped when he was fully seated.
Skin against skin. Pelvis against pelvis. His hand held my leg, and his face strained with pleasure. I could tell his control was shattering. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Fine. Move. Please,” I arched my back and pushed down on his shaft, moaning when he hit the spot inside me no man had ever been able to hit, and Chris did on the first try. G-spot hello.
Chris yanked my hair back, the sting causing my mouth to fall open. He took that opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth and started thrusting at a fast pace that could only be described as urgent and needy. It had been building up for far too long. We shouldn't have waited this long.
“You feel so good. Fuck, you feel too good.” I thought he muttered something else under his breath. It sounded like he said I was made just for him, but I couldn't have heard that right. I clawed his back with my nails and tilted my head back, and Chris sucked the path of my neck, nipping until the flesh was too sensitive for more touch. He grabbed ahold of my breasts and squeezed, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and used them as support as he hardened each thrust.
I was emitting sounds that I had never made before. He was taking me higher, past all the “basic” sex I had experienced previously and was giving me something I wanted to feel every day for the rest of my life. It was the kind of pleasure I'd never thought existed. His long cock speared me perfectly, he flexed his hips at the right time, and he kissed me in places I had no idea were erogenous.
He read my mind.
He read my body.
He read my soul.
Chris knew everything I wanted before I said a word. Heck, he knew more than I did about what I wanted. I made a mental note to thank whoever had taught him how to please a woman. Though truth be told I'd probably have to kill them too. Because I wanted this pleasure all to myself.
Our bodies melted together in a frenzied passion in front of the fire, adding heat to our scorching climax. His hand slid down my leg and then flipped us until I was on top, and he was deeper. I couldn’t move. I needed to adjust to the pain and girth Chris was bringing me.
“Damn, this is way better than anything I ever imagined.” His hands outlined my body as he caressed me, settling his massive palms on my hips.
I had imagined myself on top of him before too. I could finally give him everything I felt—the emotions that had been stirring inside me for years. I could let go of the infuriating passion and ride it out on his cock. I didn’t start a slow rhythm. I didn’t take it easy on him.
I dug my nails into his chest and rocked back and forth, letting my clit rub against his pelvis, giving me an added tingling sensation to help build my orgasm. “Ah, Chris,” I bit my lip to keep myself saying anything else I might regret later.
“That’s it. You’re gorgeous on top of me, taking me, you’re going to make me come, Melinda,” he said through clenched teeth and helped me move faster by pushing my hips forward and back. At this point, I was riding him hard and fast, sweating, and cursing, and loving the euphoria this moment was bringing.
It was perfect.
My body jerked, and my hips stuttered when fireworks blinded my sight, and my orgasm took ahold of me, milking his shaft for everything he was worth, for everything I needed.
“Melinda!” he shouted my name, the tendons in his neck flexing as he came, thrusting his hips with every stream that left him. He curled into a seating position, cradling my face like I was something delicate, and kissed me, slowly and tenderly.
We breathed each other's air, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I didn't know, but whatever it was, it was terrific.
Chris Bates was the best sex I’d ever had, and I started thinking I was falling in love with him.
Who was I kidding?
Iwasin love with him.
