“You look stunning.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
She sighs with relief. “Oh, my God, Claire. I think I’m in love.”
“After one week?”
“Is that stupid?”
I smile, but I shake my head. “Not at all. I think I fell in love with Chris the moment I saw him.”
Her phone rings and she grabs it off the desk. “Hello? … I’ll be right out.” She turns to me as she tucks the phone into her purse, looking slightly panicked. “He’s here. I’ll see you later. What time is a good time to come back?”
“Anytime you want. Chris and I are going out tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
She looks a little conflicted. “Is it a special occasion?”
“Nope. Just trying something different for a change.”
She still looks confused. “But you guys stay in because you hardly ever see each other,” she says, as if I don’t know this. “If I were with him, I’d be staying in every night.”
“What?”
“Oops. I’m not supposed to say stuff like that, am I? Sorry.”
I laugh as I finish making my bed. “Good luck meeting the family.”
“Thanks.”
Twenty minutes later, I hear a knock at the door and I jump up from the bed. I grab my purse off the nightstand and drop my phone in. Then I open the door.
Chris is standing with his hands behind his back, looking down at me with that half-smile he flashes when he’s on stage. His crowd smile. It’s ridiculously hot and I hate that he’s using it on me.
“Wanna study?” he asks in his sexiest voice.
Study is Chris’s code word for oral sex. Chris may not be in school, but he’s been doing a lot of studying lately. And it’s as if my body has been conditioned to respond to this word. Whenever anyone mentions the word study, I get an ache between my legs.
Oh, who am I kidding. Senia is right. Chris and I only see each other on weekends; most of the time. There have been a few weekends where we didn’t see each other at all because I was too busy studying or he was doing a show. Next week, I’ll be studying for finals, so I won’t see him until I go home for the winter holidays the following week.
I have no willpower.
I open the door and yank him inside. I throw my purse onto Senia’s bed and throw my arms around him. He laughs when I try to kiss him. Then he starts pushing me away.
“What are you doing?” I whine.
“Hold on, babe. I had something a bit slower planned for us tonight.”
He brings his hand forward from behind his back and I smile. He’s holding a jar of honey and I can only imagine what he has planned for us.
“I’m gonna turn around and close my eyes. You’re going to get naked and hide a dab of this somewhere on your body. Then we’re going to turn off the lights and I’m going to try to find it with my mouth.”
He hands me the jar and smiles as he turns around. I set the jar on my bed and quickly undress. The obvious place to hide a dab of honey is between my legs, but I think I’ll make him work for it.
Once I’m done, I place the jar of honey on the nightstand, still open in case we need more later. Then I lie down on my bed.
“I’m ready.”
He turns around and ogles me for a bit, before he reaches under the lampshade and turns off the light. The room isn’t completely dark, so I have a nice view as Chris undresses next to the bed. Then he reaches down and traces his finger from my ankle to my center, but he doesn’t shove his fingers inside me or caress my clit the way he normally does. He just pulls his hand away, leaving me aching for more.
He sits on the foot of the bed and grabs my ankle. Bringing my ankle to his mouth, I hold my breath as he licks underneath the arch of my foot. I feel it right in between my legs, as if his mouth is on my aching nub instead.
Then he traces his tongue up to my ankle and lifts my leg straight up in the air. He kisses his way down the back of my leg and I try to remember to breathe. When he reaches the place where the back of my thigh melts into my cheek, he moves to the side and nuzzles his nose against my slit. As if he doesn’t want to place his mouth there, to save that spot for later.
He tastes his way up and down my other leg, then he flips me over onto my stomach. He lies on top of me, his erection prodding my backside as he brushes my hair over my shoulder and tastes the back of my neck. He’s going to find the honey soon.
He kisses every inch of my neck and shoulders, his hand reaching under me to massage my breast as his erection grinds softly between the outer region of my cheeks. Then he moves down, laying a trail of kisses down my spine until he reaches my lower back. His mouth lingers just above my ass, where I left the dab of honey.
He licks me clean, then he turns me onto my side as he positions himself behind me. His hand reaches forward and quickly finds my clit as he whispers in my ear. “Good job, babe.”
I whimper as he continues to massage my pleasure spot. Then he grabs my thigh and spreads my legs so he can enter from behind.
“How about we skip the spooning and get straight to forking?”
I gasp and laugh at the same time as the tip of his erection hits my cervix. His fingers strum my clit as his other hand slides up and pinches my nipple. He buries his face in my neck and bites me softly.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans.
“Oh, Chris,” I cry, as my body begins to tremble. “Don’t stop.”
He sucks on my earlobe and his breath in my ear sends shiver down my neck. “I love you.”
As soon as he murmurs this into my ear, I realize he’s not using a condom. I squeeze my eyes shut and and grab his hand to push it back down between my legs. It’s too late now.
“I love you,” I breathe.
He pulls his hand out from between my legs. “Patience, babe. I’m gonna finish you with my mouth.”
We roll over so I’m on all fours and he pounds me from behind. And I try not to worry when he finishes inside me. I just finished my period three days ago. It will be fine.
After he lets go, he immediately flips me onto my back and, through the blue darkness, I can see the grin on his face as he dives between my legs.
“Oh, God.”
He parts my flesh with his fingers and licks my clit, softly at first.
He chuckles when he tastes the honey. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”
“Can you blame me?”
He doesn’t answer. He continues to lick away every last bit of honey on my clit — and I put quite a bit — until I scream his name. As usual, he plants a goodbye kiss on the inside of my thigh before he comes up. He lies on top of me and I’m not at all surprised when he enters me again.
I wrap my legs around his hips and squeeze, coaxing him farther inside. He kisses me and I can still taste a hint of honey on his lips. His tongue dances around mine and I feel as if I could do this all night. I’m not at all tired.
His lips move down to the my jaw and then my neck. Then he pushes himself up on his hands so he can look down at me. I run my fingernails up and down his muscular arms as he moves inside me, slowly this time.
“That was fun. We should do that honey thing more often.”
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “I could do that with you all day long. I never get tired of licking your skin.”
He slides his hand behind my knee and lifts my leg. I whimper as he drives deeper into me, hitting my core. But this position always drives him crazy. And soon he lets go inside me. Again.
After a few more rounds, I dress in my pajamas and he gets dressed in his hoodie and jeans. I hide the honey under my bed, for next time when I get to search for the honey on Chris. Then I walk him to the door.
“I’ll be back in the afternoon so we can go to brunch,” he says, planting a kiss on my temple.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?”
He laughs. “I wish. I’d go through t
hat whole jar with you tonight, if I could.”