"You can kiss me everywhere. I'll leave you the choice of where to start."
"You are so generous." I place my lips above his navel, peppering his torso with kisses, tracing the sinewy lines highlighting his muscles with my tongue. Christopher rewards me with delicious groans, his hand gripping my hair gently. As I continue with my ministrations up to his neck, I climb over him, and I can't help smiling against his skin when I feel how hard he is for me.
"I think there's a situation requiring your attention further south," Christopher says on a groan.
"Is that so?" I tease, then begin my descent, trailing kisses along the way. I stop at his
navel, nuzzling it while palming his erection. Moving my hand up and down, I enjoy the way his breath becomes more labored. It pleases me immensely to know I have this effect on him. Deciding to be a naughty tease, I swipe my tongue over the tip of his hard-on exactly once before climbing off him and lounging on the bed next to him on one side, propping myself up on an elbow.
He raises an eyebrow, to which I respond with a playful shrug of my shoulder.
"I can’t put out again so soon after last night. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression."
"I see." His tone holds a silent challenge, one that I meet with my chin held high. "You were all in for the multi-orgasm project earlier."
"Hormones were clouding my mind. Now I'm one hundred percent sober."
Abruptly, Christopher pushes me on by back, leveling himself over me.
"What are you doing?" I inquire.
"Changing that. And getting my revenge."
With those revelatory words, Christopher pins my hands above my head against the mattress. His mouth finds its way to the sweet spot on my neck, just below my earlobe. I arch my back involuntarily as he lights up every nerve ending in my body until my intimate spot pulses for him. Releasing my hands, he lowers himself until his mouth is level with my breasts, and holy sweet Sunday. His tongue is doing sinful things to my nipples, but that’s nothing compared to the sweet torture of his thumb rubbing against my clit.
"Ah! Christopher. Don't stop."
He does exactly that, of course, pulling away from me and sitting up on the bed with a devilish smile. Teasing suddenly feels like the worst idea in the world because he's much better at it than I am.
Note to self: must up my teasing game.
"Those hormone clouds back?"
"Nope, not at all. How about I give you a tour of the apartment before leaving?" My entire body is burning, and my skin is yearning for him to touch me, but I'm not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
I crawl out of bed, stretching my arms in an attempt to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. I make sure to stand right in front of Christopher as I do it, tempting the hell out of him.
"You don't mind if it's a naked tour, do you?" I ask. The glimpse of shock and desire in his eyes? Priceless.
I start by showing him the walk-in closet adjacent to his bedroom, and then as I tiptoe out of the room, I'm overcome by a sense of giddiness. Christopher walks a few feet behind me, which I suspect is so he can gaze unabashedly at my ass. I add an extra sway to my hips to test my theory. His sharp intake of breath is my answer.
I've never seen myself as a vixen or a seductress, but Christopher is bringing that side out of me. The tour takes less than ten minutes, during which I do all the talking, and Christopher does all the gawking. Well, that last part isn't exactly true; I admire him too when he isn’t looking. This man is a piece of art. Every muscle is sculpted beautifully, and I commit every inch of him to memory.
Because the smell of burned cookies still lingers in the kitchen and living room, we open the door to the balcony but close it quickly. The weather has clearly received the wrong memo. It's November, not December! Even though we closed the door within seconds, I swear the cold has seeped into my bones. On the bright side, my nipples have turned to pebbles, something Christopher is appreciating greatly.
***
"I had all your boxes brought over," I inform him on a more serious tone once we're both dressed, and I'm about to leave.
I collaborated with his sister Alice on that one. When Christopher abruptly took off to Seattle, he hadn't packed up the things at his old apartment, so she did it for him. "But I didn't unpack them. I thought you'd prefer to do it yourself."
"Not really looking forward to that, but I'll start on it today. One question though. Why did you put sheets on my bed?"
I grin. "For the same reason you had a condom in your back pocket."
"You little feisty thing."
"You wake up a wild side in me."