Just A Little More
You started to grin and then your face fell, "Shit."
Chris furrowed his brows as he was now affectionately tickling you side with the knuckles of his curled fingers through his shirt that you were wearing, "What's wrong?"
You slid a hand over one side of his neck and stroked the hair of his beard at the jawline with your thumb. He closed his eyes and leaned his head into your touch and opened them again when you spoke and dropped your hand to his shoulder, "I have to wait for Nat's sister. She's coming to drop off DVDs."
He reached down to the thigh of your bent leg near his hip, he started near the outside of your knee and slid his hand upward, causing you to take a deep breath, glaring at him in a playfully scolding manner. He shook his head slowly, one side of his mouth hitched in a michevious half smile. "No she's not."
"Wait. She's not?"
"Nope, it was all a ruse to make you stay put so I could come do this." He gave you a firm squeeze where your hip met your thigh, making you bite your lower lip. He smiled, enjoying what his actions could make you do to turn him on in return. His mouth met your neck again, kissing softly as he growled against your skin, "You're so fucking sexy, baby."
You gripped his neck and let out a vocal sigh, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. His words of praise and his warm mouth were causing you to become wet quickly. He lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist. You followed his lead and lifted the other around him as well. He kissed your mouth again, a light hand on your cheek as he pressed his hard length against your slightly spread center, then rolling his hips against you once, languidly. You could feel the zipper and seamed fabric of his jeans pressing against you in a deliciously sensitive spot through your thin panties, causing you to break the kiss and tilt your head back with a gasp. He watched your face as you did, biting his lip. He could tell already that watching the reactions play across your face would be one of his favorite things to do when he was finally able to be inside you.
He kissed along your jaw, rolling his hips slowly once more, pulling a soft moan from you. Then he spoke low near your ear, "This is all for you, sweetheart... Soon." He pulled himself out of your embracing legs as he straightened up, pushing them together and leaning them to one side as to not compromise your dignity by being exposed, but mostly to keep himself from continuing. He then stood and offered you a hand.
You eyebrows popped up and you jutted your head forward as you sat upright. "Chris? Why did you stop?", the question ended as a whine, though you didn't mean it to.
His hand was still out, "I got carried away. I'm sorry. You're a little hard to resist." He chuckled and closed and opened his hand quickly.
You pulled your brows together as your eyes traveled to the front of his pants where a part of him was obviously straining against the fabric, just begging to be released. You looked up at him again, your face a bit displeased and wondering how he was acting like he wasn't excited when he obviously was. You spoke softly trying to sway him, "It's okay to get carried away."
He dropped his hand, tilted his head at you, giving you a challenging expression, "You really want our first time to be on Bruce and Nat's couch? Or even in their house for that matter?"
You looked down at the floor and sighed in agreement, "I suppose not."
"Now, c'mere." He held out his hand again and you took it, standing. He put each of your hands over his shoulders, resting his hands on either side of your waist and looking down at you compassionately, "I also stopped because you deserve to be courted before that happens." He kissed your forehead gently and then bumped his own forehead against it before pulling back, smiling.
You smiled back at him, "That sounds really nice."
He nodded, "It will be." He plopped down on the couch, pulling you against his chest, looking up at you, his arms low around your waist. "I'm gonna take you to dinner. So, go get ready..." Since you were his now, he bit his lip and scrunched his nose and gave your ass a smack, "Foxy." He reveled in being able to finally do that without feeling like it was wrong.
You squeaked and giggled, "Yes, sir." You bent over, took his face in your hands and kissed him. You could feel him smiling against your mouth as he hummed. As your lips left his and you straightened, his eyes opened slowly, then he spoke softly, his face relaxed, "I love you."
You smiled back as you felt your stomach flutter. "I love you." You started for the stairs, his hands grazing your thighs when you stepped out of his embrace.
As you moved up the stairs he turned and called up to you, pointing at you, "Don't wear anything too sexy, I'm having a hard enough time controlling myself as it is." He waved a hand dismissively, "Ahhh, just wear a garbage bag... But even then I can't guarentee that I'll behave."