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Lisa
I hop off the couch and practically sprint to the door when the bell rings. Fortunately, Chris can't see that little display since the door has no windows on it. I try to open it casually, but there is nothing casual about Chris’s expression, and I forget all about trying to keep my composure as he steps inside and pulls me into his arms.
He kisses me hungrily, as if I’m air and he’s suffocating. His fingers thread through my hair as his tongue probes mine, drinking me in with each stroke. With a grunt, he loosens his hold and pulls back, gently touching his lips to mine as though he’s content but not sated.
“Hi.” He brushes his lips across mine one last time.
“Hi.” I sigh, relishing his hands on my back and the heat growing between my legs. God, I love how my body reacts to his.
“I brought dinner.” He steps briefly out on the porch and comes back with a bag packed full of Chinese food. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a little of everything. This way you can have the leftovers during the week.”
I take the giant bag and head for the kitchen. “Have a seat,” I call over my shoulder. Chris makes to follow but stops short when I quickly return after depositing the bag on the counter.
“You’re not hungry?”
“Starved, but not for Chinese.” I take his hand and lead him over to the couch and push him down onto the cushions so I can straddle his lap. I brace my hands on either side of his head. He holds my waist, the tips of his fingers grazing my ass.
“I like where this is going,” he says as I lean in to kiss him, pressing my breasts gently against his chest. I feel my nipples harden and deepen the kiss, gently rocking my hips against his. He reacts to the pressure immediately, making it easy to focus my efforts on the bulge between my legs.
“Urgh,” he groans, his hand snaking up my shirt until it finds my breast. I arch my back, filling his palm. “More,” he grumbles, pulling my shirt over my head. He unhooks my bra and lets it fall to his lap as he puts his mouth on me, alternately sucking and flicking my hardened nub with his tongue as I rock against his erection. “More,” he says again, reaching for my pants.
I stand and pull them off, revealing a pair of white lace panties. I hold still before him, loving the feral look in his eyes as he rakes them over my body. That stare alone could make me come, in time, but I’m too impatient. I straddle him again and press my body to his as he forges his mouth to mine.
As he claims my mouth, he pulls my panties to the side and finds my most sensitive spot. I break the kiss to watch him trace his fingers delicately over my clit, moaning as he strokes me.
“God, I love that sound,” Chris says.
“You’ll hear it again if you get naked.”
“If I get naked, this will be over, and I’m not done yet.” He abruptly picks me up off his lap and sets me on the couch, dragging my panties down my legs as he rises to his feet. He watches me sitting there, naked, chest heaving. “Now I can see you. Touch yourself.”
I’ve never touched myself in front of a man before. The idea is hot. And intimidating. “I need some inspiration,” I challenge.
Chris raises an eyebrow then yanks his shirt off and unzips his pants, just enough to let his erection break free. He starts stroking it slowly as he holds my gaze. I’m the first to break contact, watching his hand slide back and forth over his firm cock. It’s possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Slowly I part my legs and slide my hand between them, letting my fingers dance over my flesh.
“That’s pretty,” Chris growls, “but I want to see what your fingers are doing.”
I spread myself wide, exposing my swollen clit. Then I run the tip of my finger over it, noting the heat in Chris’s eyes as my fingers stroke, circle, and pinch. I’ve never felt as sexy as I do right now, with Chris watching me. It’s like I’m living out the role of one of my characters: confident, uninhibited, seductive. I love it! A moan rumbles from my throat as the pressure builds, causing Chris’s own movement increase. I cup my breast and stroke my puckered nipple with my thumb.
Chris utters a strangled groan and reaches into his back pocket. He tears into the condom, hastily rolls it on, and kneels down to plunge inside me. The intrusion nearly sends me over the edge, but before I can clamp down on him, he withdraws then plunges in again. Our pace is frenzied, each of us so close to the edge we fight fast and hard to grasp it. I reach behind Chris and cup his balls, giving them a firm tug. With a shout he makes one last, firm thrust, and we break together.
I’m breathless. I’ve never been taken so hard and so fast, never felt such a shattering release so quickly. My body feels liquid, euphoric. I vaguely register Chris buried inside me, his balls still resting in my hand. I stroke them gently, savoring their weight in my palm.
“Keep doing that and you’ll get me hard again,” he breathes into my neck.
“Would that be so bad?”
“No. But it would be disappointing if I don’t get some food in me first.” Chris inhales as he withdraws, placing a soft kiss on my lips before retreating to the bathroom. When he returns, his jeans still slung low enough on his hips to give me a glimpse of his cock, I feel another rush of heat. The man just owned my body, and I’m ready to give it to him again. I really am living in one of my books.
We dress and head to the kitchen to load our plates. I uncork a bottle of wine. “Tell me more about Erik,” I say as we sit to eat.
“What do you want to know?”
“Um, I don’t know. How long have you known him? How’d you meet? The usual, I guess.”
Chris seems to retreat into his mind a bit, a brief smile pulling at the corner of his lip. “We were eight, I think. We ended up in the same class, and our moms both chaperoned a field trip we took to downtown Denver. They got started talking, and we realized we lived only about five blocks away from each other. Close enough to ride bikes. There weren’t a lot of kids in the neighborhood, so finding someone my age was like striking gold.”
“Was Charlie friends with him, too?” I take a bite.
