Stay With Me
Song: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding
Just as quickly as he had become dominant, he became tender. He lifted himself off you and took a step back, but kept his hands in contact with you this time. He splayed them on either side of your hips under the hem of your shirt and slowly pushed it up to your ribs, his soft palms sending a wave of goosebumps up your body. Your breath caught and you hoped he was going to do what he had before.
He granted your wish when his lips softly pressed against you lower back, his hands gently holding your sides, his thumbs stroking your skin. You sighed and dropped your forehead to the bed between your arms. His voice was low and soft, his warm breath teasing your skin, "My sweet little love." You felt the heat and slickness incresing steadily at your center as he punctuated his statement with another kiss. God, he knew just what to say and do to you.
He trailed more kisses across your back and sides, causing you to let out little squeaks and quiet moans. He hummed against your skin, your sweet noises spurring him on. He bent over just enough to lift you to stand again. He finished removing your shirt, tossing it aside. He moved your hair to one side and his lips ghosted across your shoulder, the fingertips of both his hands lightly gliding over your stomach in lazy patterns.
You let out a quiet moan and licked your lips, your head falling back against him and your hand coming to rest at the back of his neck. His touch felt like safety, comfort and fireworks all at the same time; steady, soft and electrifying. You sighed sharply, followed by a whisper of his name, "Ah, Chris."
He hummed against your neck now as he kissed it, "What, baby? What do you need?"
Oh, that was sly; he wanted to hear you say it again. So you did, "I need you, please."
He gripped your hips and pulled you harshly against him, "Oh, you do?"
You closed your eyes and nodded, biting your lip as your head still laid back against him.
He kissed you softly just behind your ear, his voice was deep, "I need you too, sweetheart. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you."
Your breath hitched.
He turned you to face him, your hands went to his shoulders and his eyes were dark with lust in the dim lamp light that was barely stonger than a candle. He lifted you again, kissing you softly. He knelt on the bed and carried you towards the headboard to lay you down. He kissed your forehead before releasing you. He took off his shirt quickly, revealing his strong upper form. The sight only furthered your arousal. You were already so wet that you were starting to wonder if you had anymore left in you.
He planted a hand on the bed and trailed the fingertips of his other hand from your neck, down between your breasts, then tracing one finger up along the top of one of the cups of your bra; the pink lacy one that you had bought just a week ago. "I like this.", he cooed then glanced at you.
You smiled coyly at him, blinking slowly.
He narrowed his eyes at your submissive expression, "Mmm, quit being so sexy." His finger travelled back over its path and now up the hem on the opposite side, "I wanna take my time with you and your making me just wanna fuck you like a madman."
Your stomach burst with butterflies and all you could do was let out a quiet whimper.
He leaned over you again, peppering kisses downward, focusing on your stomach before starting to undo your jeans. You expected him to start to pull them downward, but he rolled you over on your stomach and lifted your hips swiftly so that you where on your knees, your chest still on the matress. He then started to push your jeans down and growled at the revealing of your ass in those matching pink lace panties, "Ah, God damn." He leaned himself against you while kneading one of your ass cheeks where it met your thigh and you sighed, gripping the pillow slightly. You were sure his jeans were getting a little damp against you. "You wear this just for me, foxy?"
You looked over your shoulder at him, biting one side of your lip, "Mm-hm."
He turned his head slightly and gave you a side glance, "I thought I told you to stop being so sexy." He gave you a sharp, stinging smack on the ass, making you yelp, then giggle. He massaged the tender flesh to soothe it as he chuckled quietly, folding himself over you and lifted your chest up off the bed to hold your against him. He was smiling as he stroked a thumb over your ribs, just under your breast where he was holding you up. He spoke near your ear, "Sorry, baby. I hope that wasn't too much."
You chortled, "It's okay."
"Is it really okay or are you just forgiving me this time too?"
You turned your head slightly to touch his and answered him sweetly, "It's really okay, honey. I liked it."
He hummed long and deep, "Perfect. That's my girl." He kissed your temple and rolled you onto your back again and finished removing your jeans, tossing them to the floor. He hummed at the sight of you in your sweet, but sinful bra and panties as he moved to the edge of the bed and stepped down to take off his jeans. His hand grazed the front when he went to unbutton them and he felt wetness. He looked down at them and then to you quirking an eyebrow, "Well, someone's ready. You got my pants wet." He winked and pushed them down, leaving his boxer briefs on. He stepped out of his pants and crawled back onto the bed, towards you.
You shook your head and took a deep breath glancing down at his erection through his underwear for a beat, then bit your lip, "You have no idea. I don't think I could get anymore ready."
He was then over you, smirking confidently, "I bet you could." He settled his hips between your legs, his length resting against you and you hummed. He supported himself on his elbows on either side of you and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He slid a hand into your hair against the back of your head, the other caressing your shoulder with light fingertips, you tipped your head back, asking him to give your neck some attention. He answered your request by dipping his head down and grazing your skin with the tip of his nose, from your throat to your chin. You sighed heavily. You tipped your chin down again and looked into his eyes lovingly. He returned your gaze while he slid a hand to rest along your jaw and stroked your cheek gingerly with his thumb and you felt like he would burn a hole through you with his stare... Like he was looking right into your soul and letting you look into his. He whispered, "I love you, sweetheart." He smiled ever so slightly and you mirrored his expression and his statement while your stomach fluttered like crazy.
"I love you, Chris."
He kissed you softly, deeply. He took his time exploring and teasing your tongue with his own; firmly and slowly. Though you hadn't thought it possible, it was the most loving and passionate kiss he had given you yet. When he pulled back, he leaned to one side on his elbow and started pulling your bra strap off your shoulder. You followed his lead and rolled into him just enough to reach back and unclasp your bra for him, while he took the opportunity to kiss your shoulder and and stroke your arm softly with his hand a couple times. As you laid back down, he smiled softly, "Thank you, baby."
"My pleasure.", you smiled softly.
"Oh, it will be.", he grinned at you as he lifted off of you and hooked a finger between the bra cups, pulling it up away from you. You held your arms up just enough for him to remove it completely. He quirked an eyebrow at you and held it straight out, still resting on his hooked finger, past the edge of the bed and over the floor. You watched as he dropped it, still holding his arm and open hand out for a dramatic flourish, his eyes never leaving yours. You giggled.
He dipped his head down, wrapping an arm around your back as he took one of your nipples gently in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, painfully slow. You sighed and then moaned, arching your back. He took it gently between his teeth and held it there, the pressure sending a delicious sensation straight to your core. He then flicked it quickly with his tongue.
"Oh, God!", you gasped, gripping the back of his neck.
He chuckled smugly, "See? And I'm just getting started, sweetness." He afforded your other breast a bit more gentle affection, kissing it open mouthed, gingerly. As he did, you moaned and reached down to touch his hardness. You wanted so badly to at least stroke it if he was going to make your wait for it. As soon as he felt your hand against him, he grunted, breaking the contact of his mouth on you. He quickly pulled his hips back from your touch and grabbed your wrist, guiding you away, "Uhn-uhn."
You whined.
He pinned your wrist to the bed beside your head, looking you straight in the eyes. With the other hand, he hooked a finger in the waistband of your panties and glided it back and forth along the length of the lace, grazing your skin softly, "Ladies first."
You whimpered and licked your lips, your eyes fluttering closed and opening again quickly. Good Lord! His chivalrous patience was going to drive you insane.
He sat back on his heels, your feet coming to rest flat on the bed, your knees bent. Both his hands now had fingers curled under the delicate, pink waistband as he started to pull downward. You lifted your hips to assist him, then put your knees together, letting them fall to one side so that he could glide the small garment off your feet. You then pulled your heels back near yourself to try to conceal your vunerable area. Even though the light was extremely dim and up near the headboard, you felt a little self conscious because you hadn't had a first time with lights or candles in... you couldn't remember how long. He had your panties hanging on only a couple curled fingers of one hand. He flung them over his shoulder, nonchalant, and they landed on the dresser top.
You chuckled, "You're so fun." You grinned so wide and actually ended up laughing for a moment.
He couldn't help but grin back and chuckle. Your smile and laughter gave him life. He leaned over you and gave you a couple quick kisses, "You're so fun too, little love." He kissed your forehead and grabbed a couple pillows next to you with one hand as he sat back again and put them beside himself. He shifted your knees to point upward again. He could sense that you were keeping them closed to try to be discreet. He started gently parting your legs, "Now's not the time to be shy, honey. I wanna see all of you."
You blinked slowly, your face soft as you let him guide your legs apart. Once you were completely exposed, he bit his lip, his eyes taking in all of you from his vantage point, his face lustful as he tickled you lightly with his fingertips on the outside of your calves.
He leaned over your once more and before his lips met yours, he whispered lovingly as he gingerly rubbed his nose against yours and stroked your side with the knuckles of his curled fingers, "My beautiful girl." Your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched twice. His kiss was gentle and lingered for only a moment before he was pulling back to sit on his heels again, grinning at you devilishly.
He grabbed the pillows and gave your rear a gentle tap, "Up, please." You did as he asked and he placed the pillows beneath your hips, then guided you back down with a light hand on your lower belly. He then pushed your knees up in the direction if your shoulders, so your ass was tilted upward slightly.
You bit your lip in anticipation as he settled over your center, on his elbows. His hands splayed gently on either side of your waist, just above your hips. He kissed each of your inner thighs softly.
As you looked at him, you were blinking quickly, not wanting to miss any of the eye contact he was giving you. The pillows put you at the perfect height and position for him to easily do with you what he will.
He licked his lips, grinned at you, his eyes fiery as he dipped his head slowly. He opened his mouth just enough and planted it over your clit. Once he did, you moaned and everything in you tensed. He watched your face to see your reaction to his touch before closing his eyes slowly, his dark lashes fluttering downward as he started moving his tongue against you and his thumbs began stroking your sides.
You shuddered and whimpered. He flattened his tongue against your sensitive bundle and offered short quick strokes, dipping the tip of his tongue down against your dripping slit occasionally, his beard scratching your folds gently as his jaw moved against you. He hummed at the taste of you.
You gripped his forearm, gasped and titled your head back, "Oh my God, Chris." He then slid two fingers, easily, all the way into you, drawing a low moan from you. He turned them downward and hooked them very slightly, pressed down on your walls and entrance firmly, then released the pressure, his tongue still working your clit.
You let out a sharp, vocal gasp and starting squirming. "Oh.", you whimpered and started panting. You looked down at him; he was watching you. His mouth never left you as he winked. Oh dear God. Your head dropped back again as he continued to repeat his fluid actions of pressing and releasing as he licked you. Your panting had turned to tiny whines and whimpers. He moaned against you, loving what he was doing to you. His hand at your side slid back and out from under your grip on his forearm. He slid his fingers under your hand so he could interlace them with yours, palm to palm. Your body was getting rigid and you were growing quiet, everything inside you coiling tightly.
You had never felt fingers do anything like this to you before; it felt like you were actually being fucked. He was hitting all the same nerves, and combined with the fiery feeling of his tongue on that little button, it was mind blowing. And before you even had much time to enjoy all of it, you cried out in release, gripping his hand in yours tighter, a gesture he returned. Your hips made small rolling motions against him as he growled. He could feel your walls shuddering around his fingers as his tongue continued to coax you through your orgasm.
He lightly scratched the back your thighs and licked at your entrance gingerly with a flat tongue, drinking you up as you came down, panting and whimpering.
He sat back and wiped his face and beard with his shirt that had still been on the bed and tossed it to the floor. You had lowered your feet again and looked at him in a daze. He just stayed where he was, stroking your calves again, admiring you in your spent state. He finally leaned over you and just before he kissed you, his voice was deep, "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."
You moaned quietly against his kiss, your arms around his neck. He rolled to the side, taking you with him and pulling the pillows out from under you, throwing them aside. You spoke against his mouth, "Get those underwear off now, Evans."
"Mmm, you're cute when you're bossy.", he replied, rolling you to your back again and managing to pull his boxer briefs down off his legs while still in your embrace, tossing them to meet all the other clothes that had found their way to the floor. You reached down and finally gripped his straining shaft, stroking it. His forehead met yours as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He hissed, and whispered, "Jesus..."
You wrapped your legs around his waist again and lined him up at your entrance, which was already wet again and just waiting for him. He removed your hand gently to take over and you wrapped both your arms under his and over his upper back. Your breath quickened as he looked down at you lovingly while guiding the head of his cock up and down your opening to spread your slickness. As he supported himself on one elbow, he cupped your face with that hand and kissed you softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He pulled back to see your face again, his eyes on fire, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, (Y/N)." You barely got out a tiny sigh at his words before he slid into you steadily, right to the hilt as he let out a restrained groan.
You let out a vocal gasp when he filled you, tilting your head back, "Ahh."
He kissed your chin, enveloping you snugly in his arms. He hummed as he started to move in and out of you, taking his time.
You dropped your chin and looked into his eyes, all love and lust... All for you. Your walls tightened ever so slowly and he moaned deeply, dropping his head to your shoulder, then lifting it just enough to rest it against your temple so he could speak softly in your ear, "God dammit, you feel so fucking good, baby girl."
You whimpered, "I've needed you for so long, Chris."
He groaned at your words as he still stroked in and out of you. He lifted his head to watch your face again. You closed your eyes and moaned quietly beneath him. His voice was gruff, "Open your eyes, sweetheart. Stay with me." He kissed you gently, slowly.
You then did as he said, your mouth hanging open. He locked eyes with you, as he groaned quietly at the intoxicating feeling of your warmth surrounding him completely. His face became strained, he clenched his teeth and hissed, his pace increasing steadily. He reached down with a hand and gripped your side firmly. He couldn't hold back anymore.
You began mewling loudly with each blow of his hips against you, gripping his shoulders tightly. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep eye contact with him. The pleasure building quickly, the intense emotion coursing between the two of you; it became overwhelming and your eyes just wanted to shut. They were fluttering closed and open, each time staying concealed for just a millisecond longer.
He could see it and pleaded with you through his labored breath, "Don't hide, baby. Stay with me." He kissed your lips again, passionately, then your neck. While he did, he could feel you swelling around him quickly as he pounded you relentlessly now. His hand traveled to one side of your ass, holding it tightly, pushing you against him further with each slam he gave you.
You panted out in a small, shrill voice, "Oh, God, Chris, I'm gonna come."
He lifted his head to watch your face as you looked him in the eyes again; he wanted to see you fall apart beneath him, "Yes, baby, come for me. I need it. I need you."
His encouraging words gave you that final push. You willed your eyes to stay open for him as you hurtled over the edge, crying out as he bit his lip hard watching you and he wasn't far behind. He let out a long, strained groan as he kept his pace steady, staring straight into the heart of you while he spilled into you. He was finally able to give you every part of himself, completely.
You whimpered as he rode you both through it and gradually slowed his pace to a stop, then resting in a panting heap over you, his face in the crook of your neck. "I--", he breathed out. He lifted his head again to look at you and kissed your lips softly, "You look so beautiful when you come undone, sweetheart." His closed lips turned up into a soft smile. "I love you so much."
You swallowed hard and had a difficult time finding any words, let alone the right ones. Your heart was as full as it ever had been and you almost felt like you could cry, "You're so amazing. I love you. I-". Your eyes welled up with tears quickly as you shook your head. His face became sympathetic, but he just listened as he stroked your cheek. You finally spoke again, "You're my everything now. And-", you took a jagged breath. "You saved me from myself. You kept me from falling too far when I thought I had lost everything." You sighed heavily and could see him tearing up as well as you continued, "You're my hero, Chris. I love you."
His face twisted. He didn't have any words, so he kissed your lips softly instead and then the words came to him, "I'll always take care of you... My baby."