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She stutters a little, her breasts forming perfect peaks and her nipples becoming rock-hard. “Yes...I think so.”
I put my hand over one of her nipples, teasing it lightly while rubbing her clit faster. “Then come on my cock,” I moan, unable to control myself any longer, marking her with all of me as I come deep inside her.
“Yes, yes,” she says, her hot breath against my neck as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine. I keep pumping as she comes hard, our bodies moving in perfect concert.
“That’s right, you moan and scream. You know this is mine, right baby?” I whisper into her ear, pulling my lips away from hers.
“Yes,” she cries out. “I know it’s yours.”
“Only mine, right?”
“Yes.” Her body collapses against my chest and I rock against her. The bright morning sunlight pours through the window. She’s mine.
Chapter Seven - Jess
A light rapping on the door wakes me up, and for a moment I forget where I am. My eyelids flutter awake and I see Chris sitting on the edge of the bed with a steaming hot mug.
For a second, I forget I’m not a virgin anymore.
“I guess I wore you out, huh?” He hands me the mug as I sit up in his bed, wrapped up in his dark slate grey sheets and duvet.
“How long was I sleeping?” I wake up slowly and take the coffee from him, taking a sip before placing it down on the nightstand.
“Not long. Half hour. I know you already had your coffee but I thought you might like more.” He gets up and pulls his heavy blackout curtains on the window open a little wider, letting sunshine pour in.
I curl my legs up under me and contemplate how I got here. I guess if it hadn’t been for the storm, I would have been able to drive home just fine last night and I would never have needed Chris’ help getting home.
Chris goes into the hallway and shuts the bathroom door behind him. My first instinct is to get the hell out, but it feels so good to be back here. I couldn’t resist his deliciously sexy smile, and the way he pushed me against the wall this morning and took me upstairs was perfect. The absolute perfect way for it to happen.
Somehow I’m wearing a pair of Chris’ college sweatpants and old band t-shirts. I don’t remember getting dressed, and it’s almost like I was in his clothes the whole time.
“I was thinking of shaving,” Chris hollers from inside the bathroom. “What do you think?”
“No!” I shout from the bed, hurrying over to the bathroom. “You look so hot with that beard!” I can’t believe the words fly out of my mouth, but it’s too late to shove them back in.
The door swings open and Chris is standing there without a shirt and just a towel wrapped around his waist, his face covered with shaving cream. “I was thinking of going to get a Santa gig at the mall this year,” he says, checking himself in the mirror. “What do you think? Does this pass for a Santa beard?”
He leans down and steals a kiss from me, causing the shaving cream to get on my lips and chin. “Hey!” I laugh and push him away playfully.
I’m finally able to get a good look at his body now, in the full light of day streaming through the small window. His chest and abs are chiseled and I’m getting wet thinking of how he took me and made me his. It felt so perfect, and it still does.
Since early this morning, everything’s changed. Or maybe everything’s been the same all along.
“Get in here.” Chris grabs me by the hand and pulls me into him, kissing me on the cheek and wiping away the shaving cream that he’s gotten on my face. “Let me clean you up.” He pulls the towel off his waist, leaving him standing there in the buff as he dabs away the shaving cream from my face with the black towel.
Stunned, I stand there in front of him, smiling and frozen.
“So you want me to keep the beard, right?” he says, gently wiping away the rest of the shaving cream.
“Yes, please.” I look up into his eyes as he hangs the towel up on a hook behind the door. The way the muscles in his chest and arms flex is distracting me from the fact that his dick is out and on full display right in front of me like he’s used to it.
“It’s okay baby, you can look at it. I won’t be offended.” He peers down at his dick and smiles at me. “You should get used to this thing.”
“I wasn’t trying to look at it,” I say casually. He’s caught me. The more I tried not to look, the more obvious it became that I wanted to.
Chris starts getting dressed again, pulling on the boxers and undershirt he has folded up on the counter.
“I wanted to bring you somewhere special today,” he says. “So where do you want to go?”
