When you got to work today, you come to find that a new client has been dropped in your lap and they were most uncooperative. Nothing you suggested was good enough. After trying to please them for a looong five hours, you were ready to tell them to take a flying leap, but you know that you have to keep this contract. Sighing heavily, you pull the key out of the ignition and get out of the car. Slowly, you make your way up to the house. You know he's home, but you really don't feel like dealing with his childish behavior at the moment. Mentally bracing yourself, you open the door and walk into the entryway, tossing your keys and purse on the small table to your left.
The first thing you notice is that there are pieces of paper littering the small hallway and you roll your eyes. Great. Now you're going to have to clean up whatever mess he's made. Picking up the first piece of paper, you glance at it, noticing that there's something written on it. You smooth it out and look at it closer. SweetLips, I just want to say I'm sorry. Please forgive me for being bad. I want to make it up to you. Your Adoring Chipmunk.
You have to smile at the words he's written. You've called him Chipmunk since the first day you two met. You're not quite sure where SweetLips came from, but you love it when he calls you that. You tuck the piece of paper in your pocket and reach for the next one. Welcome to the house of sin. Remove your jacket and shoes before coming in.
Raising an eyebrow, you decide to do what it says. Hopefully, whatever he's concocted this time won't be too much of a disaster. You take off your jacket and lay it on the table. Swiftly, you kick off your shoes and curl your toes, enjoying the feel of the thick, plush carpet beneath your aching feet. Again, you tuck the small paper in your pocket and reach for the next one. The lights are low, the music is sweet. Let your hair down and follow your feet.
You have to smile. This is just silly to you, but you'll play along for now. You know he'll go off and pout if you don't. With one flick of your wrist, you undo the clip in your hair, letting it fall gracefully around your shoulders. Running your hands through it, you enjoy the fact that it's down and not being pulled and tugged into place anymore. In fact, you're kind of enjoying this little game. The next one makes you blush a little. Unbutton your shirt, nice and slow. Undo your skirt and slide it low.
Cheeks burning, you look up, trying to see if he's hidden in the shadows somewhere before quickly scanning the paper again. You take a deep breath and begin to follow the directions. You unbutton your shirt, you fingers slightly shaking. You feel so weird doing this, but at the same time, a little naughty. Like you are doing something you aren't supposed to be. The shirt undone, you let it slide off your arms, resisting the urge to pick it up off the floor and fold it neatly. Your fingers move to the clasp at the back of your skirt and you shimmy your hips a bit to get the snug material off of them. Standing there in nothing but your skimpy, lace bra and panties, you can feel him watching you. You know he's there, but you can't, for the life of you, figure out where. Tentatively, you pick up the last paper, right in front of the doorway to the main living room. Turn the corner to see, then walk over here to me. Baby say something nice, and I'll make you scream.....twice.
Your eyes widen as you reread that last line. You stare at those words on the paper in your hand, not believing them. Slowly, you peek your head around the corner. When you see what he's done, all you can do is gasp. As you step in the room, you see a fire glowing in the fireplace. Coming a little closer, your eyes scan around the room, taking in everything. There's a thick, warm blanket in front of the fireplace. On a small table, there's a serving plate with various fruits and cheeses on it. A bucket sits beside the table, a bottle of your favorite champagne chilling in the ice. The only light in the room comes from the fireplace and there's faint music playing. Once again, your eyes move over the room, coming to rest on a dark figure standing in the doorway that you just entered.
As he takes a step towards you, the firelight dances in his eyes and the serious look on his face is replaced by a knowing smirk. You hate it when he looks at you like that. It's as if he knows your every darkest and deepest desire. As if he knows exactly what you're thinking and what you want. As if he knows that he's the only one who can give it to you. He takes another step forward and you notice that he's not wearing a shirt. All he has on is a pair of baggy black sweats that ride low on his hips, showing off his lean, but stocky frame. He looks you directly in the eye as he moves closer and the smirk reappears.
"Well, looks like I have some work to do."
You look at him, confusion etched on your face. This time, his lips form a wide grin and he murmurs huskily in your ear.
"I'm gonna make you scream SweetLips. Twice."
You moan aloud and look at him again. He takes your hand and leads you to the blanket in front of the fireplace. He must have had it there for awhile because when you lower yourself onto it, it's very warm, heated by the nearby fire. He sits cross-legged beside you and picks up the two glasses that are on the table. You watch his every move as he pops the cork on the champagne slowly so it won't bubble over and then pours some into each glass. He hands you yours and you take a sip, savoring the sweet fizziness. You start to relax and lean on your elbow, stretching your legs out. He gazes at your body, starting at your feet and slowly making his way up to meet your eyes. He smirks again and you feel a tug at the pit of your stomach. He reaches behind him to the table and plucks a plump, dark red cherry off of the tray. Leaning toward you, he holds it right above your lips, brushing them with it, teasing you. You smile at him as you quickly surround the cherry with your lips, pulling it off the stem. He raises an eyebrow and reaches for another. As you chew, the taste works it's way over your tongue, tart and sweet all at the same time. This time, you let him tease you with the cherry a bit longer. When you take it, you do it slow, flicking your tongue out to lick it before settling your lips around it and pulling back.
You close your eyes and savor the fruit, licking your lips in appreciation. He watches you, fascinated by your tongue sliding over your lips. Taking your glass, he sits it on the table again. He's on his hands and knees, slowly crawling towards you now. You watch his every move, watching the firelight playing in his eyes and the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms contract with every movement. He doesn't stop until he's holding himself up directly above you. Lowering his head, he captures your lips with his, his tongue gliding over them. He lifts his head and licks his own lips, smiling.
"Mmmmmmm.......sweet as can be."
He leans down on his side and pulls you toward him until you are face to face. His fingers play up and down your side and he kisses you again, his tongue delving into the recesses of your mouth, teasing and massaging your tongue with his. His fingers move from your side to your back. They run up and down, just barely touching your skin. When they come in contact with your bra, he grunts and his fingers quickly undo the clasp. He slides the flimsy material away from your skin, tossing it away. He rolls you to your back again and nudges your chin with his nose. You arch so your head falls back. His hand touches your neck, his skin a little rough, but gentle as he touches you. His hand moves down your neck and over your collarbone, tracing your shape, memorizing it. His lips soon replace his hand and you gasp when his tongue flicks your heated skin. Achingly slow, he makes his way down, covering you with fluttery kisses. When he reaches your breast, he doesn't go directly for the tight little peak, but instead, brushes his lips over the milky white skin underneath. Your back arches, pushing your breast up closer to him and he finally takes your nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and tugging on it gently with his lips. He moves onto the other breast, repeating the action and then traces his way down the middle of them, following the line down to your belly button, where his tongue dips in as if lapping at a pool of water. His hands move over your body, leaving nothing untouched, no area unexplored. The ache in you grows stronger and your body trembles.
Still lower, he brushes kisses against your skin. His tongue grazes the inside of your thigh, his whiskers scratching at the delicate skin. The muscles in your legs tighten, but relax again when his hands gently massage them. Your legs open to him and he fixes his gaze on you again, his smirk making you want him. You don't care how, you just want what he can give you. Lowering his head, his tongue trickles down the sensitive crease, sliding inside. As you open wider, he delves into your wet recesses, alternating between caressing you with his tongue and thrusting it inside you. Your back arches off the floor. You want him deeper inside of you. He complies, thrusting his tongue in and out before, flicking it over your swollen clit. Your hands clutch at his hair and your breaths are coming in gasps and pants. A heat, not caused by the roaring fire, spreads throughout your body. He senses you are close and his speed increases. He slips a finger inside and your hips grind into him. You start to tighten around him and his tongue increases it's speed. Your pants become high pitched and louder. As you feel the first wave take over your body, his lips close over the nub, pulling gently. Your body convulses and a long, high keening sound is torn from your throat.
His thrusts become slow as he lets you ride through the orgasm. When your body is still again, he makes his way back up, holding himself above you. Taking his fingers in his mouth, he sucks on them, his gaze never wavering. Your eyes follow the motion of his lips and in turn, your lips part. He notices your eagerness and slips his fingers from his mouth. He barley touches his lips to yours and he whispers.
"That's once."
His voice is husky and low. A sound come from the back of your throat. A sound he knows well. He smiles and slants his lips across yours, sliding his tongue over the roof of your mouth and tracing the line of your teeth. You eagerly suck on his tongue, digging your fingers into his hips. You want him....now.
His darkened eyes do not leave yours as he settles himself in between your legs. In one swift movement, he slides himself inside. You gasp and pull him closer. His hips press into yours with each thrust and you raise yours to meet him. The only sounds you hear are the crackling of the fire and his quickened breathing. He pulls your leg up around to encircle his waist as he moves slowly back and forth. His lips trail along your jaw and up your neck. You feel the warmth of his breath fan across your ear.
"Turn over baby."
His movements stop and your eyes narrow into slits. He pulls away, propping himself up on his knees. Slowly, you turn, presenting your back to him as you push up on your hands and knees. You feel him move closer, his erection pressing against you. He places his hands on your hips and pulls you back to sheathe him. The groan he emits is one of pure animal desire. His movements are slow at first and his hands move over every inch of your back, his touch making you tingle. As his speed increases a bit, he leans forward and his hands move over your sides and underneath to cup your breasts. He tests their weight, his thumbs gliding over your nipples. You press yourself back into him. Pulling himself upright again, his fingers press into your hips and he quickens his thrusts. The sound of his skin slapping against yours makes you bite your lips to keep from crying out. One hand reaches around and settles against your stomach, steadying you. His fingers dip lower, coming in contact with your aching nub. He rolls it between his fingers, teasing and flicking it. He thrusts harder and again you feel the warmth start to build. Your legs are barely able to hold you up and your arms are trembling from the effort. His hand goes to your hip again as he thrusts even harder. Faster they are coming now and for the second time, you feel the heat envelop you. He pulls you back against him, sitting you both up. You scream and dig your fingers into his legs, letting wave after wave wash over you. His gutteral moan sounds in your ear and spurs you into even more spasms. His arms wrap around you and you rock against each other, trying to come down off the tidal wave that is carrying you. A few minutes pass and you pick your head up off his shoulder. He tightens his arms and leans close.
"That's twice."