Feeling a bit mischievous, I grin. "Pretty Womansounds perfect."
To my surprise, he doesn't protest. He just queues up the movie and settles in next to me.
We eat in comfortable silence. I catch him glancing my way every so often, like he's making sure I haven't vanished.
"I'll take these down," he says, gathering our empty plates.
Alone, my mind wanders. Do I want to have sex? The answer's a resounding yes. After everything we've been through, I can't imagine anyone else by my side. He's my rock, my Christopher.
Sure, the start was rocky. But now? I wouldn't change a thing.
He returns, grinning from ear to ear. "They just left. Meadow is on the back of his bike."
"Good! I like her," I say, genuinely happy for Mason. He needs someone to crack that tough exterior.
Christopher heads to the closet, peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside. My breath catches. His body is a work of art, all defined muscle and smooth skin. Those broad shoulders, that narrow waist, those abs… It's almost unfair how good he looks.
His tattoos captivate me. Intricate designs adorn his arms, each with its own tale. A fierce dragon wraps around his left shoulder, eyes blazing. His back showcases a phoenix rising from the ashes, its wings spread wide. As I take him in, my heart swells with pride and love. This incredible man is mine.
The words leave my mouth without hesitation. "Make love to me, Christopher."
He nearly fumbles with his phone, caught off guard. His eyes meet mine, searching. "Are you sure?"
I lace our fingers together, my stomach fluttering. "Yes. I want you. This feels like my first time, because it's what really matters."
He kisses my forehead softly before revealing, "It's my first time too."
I pull back, stunned. "Really? You waited?"
"Why would I want anyone else?" he says simply.
My heart melts. I lift my arms and he pulls off my shirt, tossing it aside. His eyes roam over my black lace bra.
His calloused hand caresses my skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "I feel like I don't deserve to touch you."
"Touch me all you want," I breathe, pressing a kiss to his jaw. My hands explore his muscled back. I trace his strong jawline. "Let's make this night unforgettable," I whisper, voice shaky with anticipation.
He pulls me close, our foreheads touching. "It already is," he murmurs against my lips.
Our lips collide in a frenzy of passion. Clothes are shed with urgent desperation, both of us driven by an overwhelming need.
"I want you on my face," Christopher growls, his strong hands gripping my thighs. He lifts me effortlessly, but I hesitate, grabbing the headboard.
"What if I'm too heavy?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
He lets out a low chuckle. "Baby, trust me. You couldn't hurt me if you tried."
My nerves make my hands tremble, but the raw hunger in Christopher's eyes melts away any lingering doubts. His tattooed fingers brand into my hips, guiding me down. I straddle his face, my thighs on either side of his head.
His strong hands grip my ass, pulling me firmly against his mouth. The sensation is so intense, so all-consuming, that I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Every nerve in my body feels electrified, and I'm lost in a haze of pleasure.
My thighs quiver as I struggle to keep from collapsing onto him completely. I'm drenched, arousal running down my legs and coating his face. Far from deterring him, it only seems to fuel him.
Every inch of me is shaking, right down to my lips. But it's not from cold, I'm burning up, consumed by him. Christopher's relentless attention has set my body ablaze, and I'm powerless to do anything but surrender.
"Let go for me, angel," he growls, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive flesh. The sensation sends electricity through my body, making me shudder. I look down, meeting his intense gaze. The raw desire I see there nearly undoes me.
I press my forehead against the cool headboard, struggling to keep myself upright. Christopher senses my trembling and gripsmy hips firmly, supporting my weight. I feel suspended, helpless in the best way possible.