Page 22 of Chef's Kiss

“Take me, Christian. Make me yours,” I say ever so softly.

He leans in, his hips like a hinge as his forehead finds mine and his lips meet mine ever so gently just before I feel his slick tip knocking at my entrance.

I clench my glutes and try and will my hips up, this primal need inside me taking over, trying to get his dick deep inside me so his seed can fill me, mark me, and give us a baby.

“I need you,” I moan. “I can’t wait any longer.

He scissors his dick through my folds, the anticipation killing me.

“This is it. This is our last moment before we become one.”

“I can’t wait any longer. I don’t want to be one. I want to be whole. I need to be yours. Take my virginity.”

He groans and in one motion he buries himself inside me, breaking through my hymen and taking my innocence.

My mouth opens but no words come out. The pain is intense, yet extremely gratifying at the same time.

“You okay?” he asks, and I nod in the affirmative. “You sure? We can stop if this is too much, despite the fact that stopping right now might kill me.”

“No, I want more. I want all of you, just go slowly.”

Ever so slowly his hips rock back, his face still inches from mine, as he pulls back out of me, just leaving the tip inside. And then his hips move forward as he enters me again, opening me at a snail’s pace and does it ever feel good. Every nerve ending inside me experiences his girth and my body is much better equipped to handle this speed, or lack thereof.

“You’re so tight,” he says.

“Because I was saving myself for you.”

He moves in and out of me at this easy, dare I say lovemaking, pace until before I realize what’s happening we’re moving faster and faster, my hips swaying in rhythm with his.

But there’s no question who’s leading, who’s in complete control.

“Fuck, baby. I’m close.”

“Uh huh,” I moan quickly, knowing I’m right there too.

“I want you to come all over my cock when I fill you with my seed.”

“Yes. I want that too.”

“Oh fuck,” he growls, picking up the pace even more and hitting just the right spots until suddenly my hips buck wildly and I feel his hips slam forward and stay in position, just before he unleashes a geyser inside me, exploding and filling me with his seed.

A wave washes over me and I climax with him in unison, my pussy clenching onto him, holding him in place as my body demands he go nowhere until the job is done. The job of course, making a baby. My baby. Our baby.

I reach down between his legs to play with his balls, but they’re gone, completely pulled up as I feel first one aftershock and then another, his cock coughing the last of its baby making material inside my womb, painting me like a Jackson Pollock.

And then he collapses on top of me.

I feel the sweat from his chest, and the sheen of my own sweat on my forehead, trailing down the side of my face and finding the pillow.

“That was incredible,” I say as my chest heaves, begging for air. It’s not the weight of him on top of me, it’s the way he made my heart pound like I was running full out on a treadmill with hunks of antelope tied to my back while being chased by a lion.

“You’re incredible,” he says, kissing my cheek gently and then rolling off me.

I miss the feeling of his big body instantly, and cuddle up next to his side, his cock still buried to the hilt inside me.

We just lay there, staring into each other’s eyes until finally I break the silence. “Aren’t you going to go flaccid?”

“With you by my side, never.”

“That can’t be possible.”

“You feel it, right?”

He may not be as full and thick as he was, but I’m guessing at this point he’d still put all other men to shame. Then again I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been with another man, only the only one I’ve ever wanted. Him. And that’s how it’s always going to be.

CHAPTER 14

Charlotte

The next morning

“The house is surrounded by TV crews,” he says.

“Huh?” I ask, my mind not processing his words as I step out of the shower. I’m still floating along on cloud nine after what happened last night.

Christian plops down on the bed and taps on his cell phone while I dry my hair in the attached master bedroom.

“Yeah, I need a full tint on the windows.” There’s a pause. “I know it’s illegal to tint the driver’s side, passenger’s side, and front windshield in California. You can come and take it off later today. I just need to get to the studio.”

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