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Chris cooked a fantastic meal. He made steaks with mashed potatoes and chopped broccoli. I tried to help by cleaning areas after he was done, but he insisted I sit at the island bar and relax. We sipped wine and talked about anything and everything that came to mind.
I found myself enjoying simply staring at his back while he cooked and talked. I liked hearing the passion in his voice as he talked about White Oak Construction.
He also mentioned that his sculptures sometimes get displayed in nearby galleries. I had no idea. I was even more impressed.
We sat at the bar and ate. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I’d thought about the last time he’d touched me and how I was spending the night in his bed.
I was nervous, but the anticipation was starting to wear at me.
Forget the food and fuck me, please.
Once we finished dinner, Chris put everything in the sink and rinsed the dishes. He stood on the other side of the bar and kept up the small talk for a while, and it seemed like he was trying to be a gentleman and not rush anything.
I was relieved when he finally came around the island and picked me up off my stool, causing a surprised giggle to burst from my lips. “Think it’s time to move things to the bedroom?” he asked.
I nodded eagerly, wanting that more than anything.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me upstairs. “Big man no mind carry woman?” I said in a low voice with a grunt, remembering what he’s said at the bookstore one day.
He made a few grunting noises. “Big strong man about to give woman screams.”
I laughed, but the thought also sent a rush of heat down my body. If anybody could make me scream in pleasure, I was sure it was Chris. He took me into the master bedroom I’d explored earlier and threw me on his king-sized bed.
Chris pinned me beneath him and covered my mouth with his. The playfulness fell away as he deepened the kiss. My fingers sifted into his hair, and I held on as I grew brave, gliding my tongue between his lips to meet him stroke for stroke.
He groaned, holding my face while we kissed. After a few moments, his hips began to move, grinding into me and making me gasp. His lips moved down my neck, licking and sucking me as I grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted.
He pulled back enough to pull it over his head and throw it to the side. He went for his belt next, unbuckling it as he stared down at me with glazed eyes and swollen mouth. Then he dragged my jeans down my legs and threw them to the side.
He peeled my shirt off next, and I reached back to unclasp my bra. Chris’s eyes zeroed in on my breasts once they sprang free.
“Oh, Sav.” He shucked his jeans before bending down and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I gasped and whimpered, grabbing his shoulders as my pussy clenched. He held one of my breasts with his hand, gripping it while he sucked and licked my nipple like it was candy. His other hand slid down into the front of my panties.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He looked at me with a dazed expression. “You’re so ready for me.” He kissed me, stroking my clit, then he whispered, “You ready for me to make you mine?”
I nodded, thrusting forward against his hand, eager for more. I reached between us to pull his cock from his underwear, stroking it in rhythm with how he touched me. He carefully worked one finger into me, pressing his thumb against my clit.
Chris pushed me back on the bed and pulled my panties off. He finished stripping and crawled up my body. When his face hovered between my legs, I shuddered in anticipation. He moaned softly as his tongue slipped into my folds, gliding over my clit.
I gasped, my back arching. I’d never imagined anything feeling that good. He tongued me again, and I didn’t recognize the desperate sound I made.
“God, Sav. You’re so perfect.” He licked me, faster and firmer, his tongue teasing at my opening and slipping inside, always so careful. “I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he gasped before sliding his tongue hard against me and sucking on my clit.
I sank my fingers into his hair as I came against his mouth, rolling my hips and crying out his name.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he said, sounding like he’d been sprinting. “I’ve got to have you right now.”
“Yes,” I said, the last of my orgasm still rippling through me. “Take me, Chris.”
He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I watched him roll it down his thick length and imagined what it would feel like to have him inside me.
He hovered over me, leaning his hand on the pillow beneath my head. “Sav, baby, are you sure? You sure you really want this?”
“Please, Chris,” I whispered. “Please, fuck me.”
He groaned and closed his eyes. Then he covered my mouth with his and I felt him rub his cockhead against me. When I whimpered, both with nerves and excitement, he lifted his face and gazed down at me.
