“Damn you look sexy as fuck when you’re mad.”
“What? No I don’t.”
“Oh yes you do,” Chris said as he moved toward me.
I stepped back one small step after another before I landed right up against the stairs. I looked up toward the top and instantly remembered when Chris had carried me naked up to my bedroom.
I moved away from the stairs.
Chris smiled as he seemed to be remembering the exact same thing as I was. I avoided eye contact with him and moved toward the front door.
“Come on, it’s late. Just go home and we can talk more tomorrow.” I said as I opened the door.
Chris grabbed the door and slammed it shut. He then grabbed me and slammed me against the door. His body forcing me against him.
“I think I would like to stay,” he said with a smile.
My body whirled with desire for him. I didn’t want to be so attracted to him. The problem was my body was ached to feel him. I bit my lip as the desire started to build. I looked down to try and avoid eye contact, but his hand gently lifted my chin up and our eyes locked. His lips came in fast and hard against mine and I tried to push him away. I was still angry with him. I didn’t want to have sex with him…but I couldn’t stop myself. The passion and desire that filled my body needed to be released. I could be mad at him tomorrow. Tonight I was going to fuck him.
I pressed hard against him and he moved all the way back to the stairs. When we reached the stairs I pushed him right back onto his ass. As he sat on the stairs I climbed on top of him and roughly kissed him. Our lips moved with one another and our hands grabbed and tore at each other’s clothes. Before I knew it my dress was hiked up to my waist and my panties were on the ground.
Chris grabbed me and stood up, pressing my body up against the wall and holding me there. He unzipped his pants and quickly guided his cock inside of me. As he thrust into me, my body shook the wall and the pictures that went up the stairway. Our lips stayed locked and I could feel the anger leaving my body with each of his thrusts.
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Harder and harder he banged my body up against the wall. I should have said no, but I liked it. I enjoyed feeling his primal thrusts and wanted more and more of it. I wanted to feel him inside me for hours on end. My arms stayed wrapped around him as I held on tightly.
“Fuck me, oh god, yes,” I heard myself say as I closed my eyes in pleasure.
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard.”
His voice was like a commander telling me what had to be done. I listened. My body started to tense up and I could feel the rush of excitement filling up every fiber. I tried to press against him, I wanted to slow his thrust because the intensity was so much for me. But his thrusts kept coming and my whole body let loose with excitement.
I felt the tightening in my abdomen, but Christ kept thrusting.
“Oh, no, no, no…” I tried to get him to stop.
“I’m not done fucking you yet,” he said definitively.
He brought me over to the couch and placed me on the side. He laid me over the edge and my back fell down onto the couch. With both hands on my hips he flipped me over so my ass was in the air and he entered me from behind. His thrusts were slow at first. I enjoyed the softness. But then he reached down and grabbed my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other.
The pulse of his cock inside me hit my g-spot just right and I felt a pleasure like I had not felt in years. Even the sex we had had two weeks ago did not give me the pleasure that this one position was giving me. I pressed my body back against him and urged him to go deeper and deeper. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.
Chris leaned down and let his lips touch my back and I could feel his breath. It was heavy and full of lust. His body heaved with each thrust and his arms shook as he used every last ounce of energy he had.
The ecstasy was building up to a finish and I could feel my body tensing up again. My legs got wobbly and I used the couch for support. But soon even the couch couldn’t support me as my legs gave out and an orgasm took over. At the same time, Chris let out his final thrust and a moan of delight as his body released.
Before either of us could collapse onto the ground, we crawled our way onto the couch and curled up. His arms kept me warm as we drifted off to sleep. My mind was exhausted, my body equally as tired. I wanted to stay mad at Chris, but in that moment there was no energy left for anger.
Chapter 17
As morning arrived I woke up and Chris was still there. He was lying behind me with his arms still wrapped around me. I felt a huge sense of relief as I realized he had actually stayed all night long this time.
“So should I write my number down for you this time?” I joked.
He just squeezed me tight and stayed sleeping. I couldn’t help but fall back asleep with him. It was comfortable being in his arms. It felt like home. That feeling when something just fits perfectly and you don’t have to worry about it, that’s what it felt like to be in Chris’s arms. We slept in until about noon and it felt good.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said with a smile as I stretched and got up. “Would you like to join me?”