Whenhenipsatmy thighs, I can’t help but squirm. I didn’t know I would be so ticklish. Chad never traveled below my chest.
“Is this, ok?” Chris asks as he pushes his lips against my core through my cotton panties.
"Oh, yes. Please. Yes,” I say, all breathy and slightly nervous.
He hooks his fingers on either side of my panties and slides them down my legs. Dropping them over the edge of the bed. His hands travel back on the sides of my legs as his lips graze back and forth, the warmth of his breath sending shivers over my whole body.
Then the slick heat of his tongue as it swipes at my core, passing over my sensitive clit. He works me like I am his playground. His hands grab my thighs and I spread my legs further. I didn’t think I could be any closer to him, but he pulls me in then runs his hands to the small of my back.
He sucks hard on my clit, and his fingers spread wide on my back when it arches high, my orgasm playing games with my body.
He runs his tongue flat along me, stopping and pushing hard where I need it the most, one of my hands finds his hair while the other grips the pillow behind my head. He pulls his head back a little and looks at me through hooded eyes.
“Oh, God, Chris. Please don’t stop.”
“I would never make you beg.”
His mouth is on me again. This time he takes my clit between his teeth, bites down enough to send spikes of pleasure through my body. As he sucks hard, I lose it. I lose my voice in the room as my moans overtake me and my body becomes something I have no control over. He keeps his mouth on me while my body bucks in his hands. His hands are holding my lower back, having full control over me.
After what feels like a lifetime of an immense amount of pleasure, my body finally relaxes, and Chris’s mouth leaves my throbbing core. He kisses his way back up my body.
“I could do that every day,” he says to me and my cheeks heat. A smile like I have never felt before graces my face.
“And that look on your face, makes it one hundred percent worth it.” He kisses my cheek.
“I umm. I’ve never had someone do that before,” I tell him, and he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Well, every guy before me was missing out.”
I reach for the condom, and he puts his hand over mine.
“Not tonight.”
“But you just...”
“Yeah. And?”
“You don’t want something in return?”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“In the best way.”
“That’s the only thing I need, to know you’re happy.”
He just wants me to be happy. While I appreciate it, like he may never understand, isn’t he going to be frustrated? Men need something in return, right?
As if Chris knows what I am thinking, he puts his finger under my chin and turns my head towards him.
“Only boys need something in return, not men.”
I nod. His hand slides along my face, and he leans down to kiss me. A slow, heated kiss. Turning my insides to mush again.
He breaks away from me, stands and slides his sweatpants off, then climbs in bed with me. We get under the covers, and he tucks me into his nook, close to his body. I wrap my limbs around him, resting my cheek on his chest. If calmness and the feeling of hope had a smell, it would be Chris.
I lift my head and look at him one last time. A small smile pulls at my lips.
“Good night, Chris.”