"Yes, of course. Come on in."
She moved back, opening the door more to allow me to enter. I stepped through, looking at a familiar layout. The mansion reminded me so much of the one I grew up in. A large staircase in front of me led to a landing and then branched off to the right and left, forming the wings of the house.
To the left, on the first floor, was the den with an enormous fireplace and various arm chairs. To the right was the large dining room with a swinging door to the kitchen. In the back corner beside the staircase was a door that I was sure would lead to a cigar room, or office, just like Dad's. I found myself on edge as I continued to note the similarities.
I jumped when a hand landed on my shoulder, startled by the sudden touch. I rarely jumped so easily, but with so many reminders of my old home, I felt on guard.
"Woah, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chris' voice penetrated my ears. I shook my head vigorously, as if trying to deny the very obvious jump scare he'd given me.
"No, you're fine. I'm sorry, I was just lost in thought."
The dark reminders of my past.
"What do you think of the place? I hope you like it, as it will be where we'll be living after we marry."
I hadn't thought about that part, of how life would look after marrying him. My mind suddenly raced with the many things that would change after we tie ourselves legally. I nodded with a smile, a fake smile I had perfected over the years. No one could tell the difference between my fake smile and my real one, not even Lucas.
"It's nice," I lied.
6: That's Twice Now
Lisa's P.O.V.
Chris took me on a tour, showing me every room, telling me the plans he'd already made for us, and each room. I didn't like the way he planned things without even thinking of asking for my input or opinion. He saved his room for last, closing the door behind him as I entered further in.
"This is my room, soon to be ours," he said, licking his lips as he stared at me.
I could tell what was on his mind, but I was worried he'd leave me wanting the way he did last night. He stepped closer to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. His eyes roamed my body before he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck. His breath tickled me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand. I felt the warmth pooling inside me as my body reacted to his touches. His hands gripped at my side as he kissed my neck lightly.
"You're so beautiful, Lisa," he whispered, kissing my jaw next.
I let him leave a fiery trail along my jaw to my lips. He licked at my lower lip until I parted it enough to allow him access. His tongue explored my mouth with a groan, pulling me closer to him until my chest pressed against his. I rested my hands on his torso lightly, unsure if I wanted it this time, worried about how it would end.
His hands explored my body over my shirt, cupping my breast as his lips left mine, and sucked at my neck instead. I grabbed his hair, pressing further into him as I let my lust take over, pushing my doubts aside.
I took my shirt off, breaking his lips from my skin. His eyes devoured me before his mouth did. I moaned when his tongue flicked over my hardened nipples. He took his shirt off as well, guiding me towards the bed, until the back of my knees hit the edge. I plopped back, making my breasts bounce from the motion. Chris climbed over me seductively, a hand on each side of my head. He leaned down, capturing my lips again, kissing me hungrily.
Maybe if I took control, I could get off this time. I wrapped my legs around his torso, grinding myself against his crotch. His hands fiddled with the button of my pants as he struggled to take them off. I helped, throwing them down to the floor without a care.
Next, I helped him with his pants, sitting on the bed as he stood before me. I stood as he kicked his pants off. This time, I pushedhimon the bed, straddling him. I grabbed his hardened shaft, lining it with my entrance, sliding myself down until he was deep inside me. I moaned, feeling his girth stretch me.
His hands gripped my sides as he thrust himself deeper. I swayed my hips over him, rubbing myself against him in the most pleasurable of ways. My hands landed over his chest, pushing on it so that he was deeper in me. I was climbing, getting close to finding my release, when I felt his cum shoot inside me again.
What the actual fuck?
I was so close that I continued to sway over him even as he grew soft inside me.
"What are you doing?" He asked, making me blush, feeling very embarrassed.
He spun us, so that I was on my back before he slid out of me. He handed me some tissues he kept by his bed, so that I could clean up. I was pretty fucking pissy right now. That was twice now. Does he have no common courtesy? Surely, he realized I was getting close. He couldn't have waited like thirty more seconds?
"That's twice now, Chris," I spoke my mind.
"I know, you're fucking amazing, Lisa." He didn't get what I meant at all.
"Gladoneof us enjoyed ourselves," I snarled as I got dressed. He froze mid bend, getting his shirt from the floor, surprised by my comment.
"What do you mean?" He asked, sounding upset.
