Now completely incapacitated, I let him take control. He kissed me slowly, letting his tongue dance in and out of my mouth, then his lips wandered down the side of my face and onto my neck, where he began to shower me in kisses. I shivered at the feeling of his breath on my skin.
“I’m going to ravage you.” He whispered slowly into my ear.
“Please,” I whimpered. All I needed was to temporarily disappear from this day.
“I’m going to need my hands back, but don’t move,” he instructed, as he loosened his grip on my wrists, and I nodded.
His hands unpinned mine, then met the hem of my shirt, and his fingertips made their way underneath, and they traveled up my stomach until they met the underside of my naked breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he looked up at me in delight, then carried on.
Once he got to my nipples, he circled them, then pinched them. I shivered at the new sensation. Suddenly, I felt a familiar tingle between my legs and tried to ignore it. He started to kiss his way up my stomach, sliding my shirt higher as he went, but it was trapped by my body weight, so I arched my back to give him access. Inch by inch, he kissed my stomach and nudged my shirt higher and higher until he got to my breasts. He kissed every inch of their fullness then sucked on each nipple until I softly moaned. He bit down lightly as he pulled away and I yelped, then he climbed me to look me in the eyes.
“I’m going to lick you until you scream.”
I shook my head in disbelief, but he nodded and smiled that devious smile again.
“My whole house will hear us.”
He didn’t say anything; he just looked at me with that fire in his eyes, then he exhaled and licked his lips slowly in a way that someone might, before they were about to devour something.
He dove back into my mouth, kissing me deeply before he moved back to my stomach and kissed his way down to the hem of my sweatpants. He untied the drawstring playfully with his teeth, breathing upon my stomach slowly, my anticipation growing stronger with each breath. As if he could be any sexier. I reached forward to tussle his hair, but he instructed me to put my hands back above my head. I did as I was told.
Once untied, he tugged at the elastic, asking for permission to take them off. I nodded and wiggled my hips to let him slip them to the floor so that he had access to what he wanted. His eyes lit up as his mouth found my stomach again, and suddenly, I felt him run a fingertip lightly up the inside of my thigh until he hooked a finger inside the elastic of my panties and slid them slowly to the side. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down as he took in the view. I lifted my head off the bed to look down at him, and he looked back at me one more time before his mouth made light contact with the throbbing between my legs. My head slammed back onto the bed as I felt his tongue slide back and forth slowly. I sucked in a breath as his lips kissed my clit and then sucked over and over until I could feel it start to pulse. He pulled away slightly and started to softly lick it and draw circles around it with his tongue until I began to pant with pleasure.
All of a sudden, I felt a fingertip slide inside me as his tongue kept working my clit. Then his finger was joined by two more, and the pressure was unfamiliar but welcomed all the same. My panting grew stronger as his fingers worked in and out to the rhythm of his sucking. His tongue lapped up and down as I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy start to build. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last as the flick of his tongue against my clit got faster and I couldn’t resist the urge to grab his hair and push his face harder against me. This time, in the throes of passion, he didn’t object to me moving my hands from above my head. I wove my fingers through the waves of his hair and tugged hard as he worked. He moaned as I massaged his scalp and pulled his face harder into me. My breathing got faster as his fingers slid in and out of me.
“Chris,” I whimpered quietly as I was about to become unravelled.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, before burying his face back into me.
His tongue worked faster as the warm waves grew stronger than I could bear. I quickly grabbed a pillow to smother the series of screams from the explosion that erupted within me. Once the feeling had passed, he slowly slipped his fingers out and let the elastic of my panties go, then he climbed back up me and lowered his weight onto my belly to look me in the eyes.
“I told you I was going to make you scream,” he said, then he kissed me. I made a face at the distinct taste of his mouth, and he noticed. “You’re delicious, baby,” he said, then he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked the first one. My jaw dropped in shock, and then he inserted one of his fingers into my open mouth. He held it there for a moment to see what I would do. I closed my mouth slowly around his finger, and a smile grew across his face. Then I sucked on his finger, getting acquainted with the flavor of myself. It was light, slightly sweet, and like nothing I had tasted before. I gave his finger a little suction as he pulled it out of my mouth, and then he slammed his lips down on me.
“Oh my God, you are so hot, Allie,” he said in between kisses. I could feel him rock hard against me, but when I reached for his pants, he pulled away. “You know I want to, but this night isn’t about me. I’m just here for you,” he said, and then he kissed me again.
“Thank you,” I said, as I reached my arms around him to rest my hands on his back. “I really needed that.”
“How are you feeling now? Do you still want to talk about what happened tonight? We can if you want to.”
“I think I’m in denial. I don’t know how to act around anyone. I meant what I said about not knowing who knows my secret, and not trusting anyone.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I said, and he let out a huge sigh. He was clearly relieved by my answer. “But you’re sort of crushing me.”
“Oh sorry,” he said as he rolled off of me onto the bed, but he pulled me into his arms as he rolled.
Chris held me as I relaxed into the muscles of his arms, and he stroked my hair until I finally fell asleep. The mental turmoil and emotional exhaustion had wiped me out. It wasn’t until I heard the whistle of the train that I realized it was 4:00am and I opened my eyes to find Chris still wrapped around me, fast asleep, with the lights still on. He was such a beautiful human being. I brushed the hair out of his sleeping eyes, and my fingertips grazed his face, which caused him to stir, and his eyes fluttered open.
“Hey, baby,” he whispered so faintly I could barely hear it. “What time is it?” he asked through a raspy voice.” I had never heard his sleepy voice before, and it was so sexy.
“4:00am,” I said quietly. “I think you better go so that my Mom doesn’t find you here in the morning.”
“I don’t want to leave you. I’m so warm and comfortable here cuddling you,” he said, frowning.
“I don’t want you to leave either, but you have to go home. Back out the window you go,” I said, nudging him sleepily, even though I really didn’t want him to leave.
“Fine,” he said, reluctantly. Then he leaned over, kissed me, and got up to climb out the window.
