"Chris," Angela giggled, batting at his hands that tickled her sides, "Stop it! Chris!"
Chris snickered and grinned mischievously, his mouth turning up at one corner. His fingers scrabbled along her sides, causing her to shriek louder and squirm against his hands. "Say it!"
"No," she shrieked, giggling and pushing at his hands.
"Say it!" he demanded again, laughing and tickling her harder and more aggressively, his fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts as they traveled up and down her sides.
Angela staggered backwards to escape his tickling fingers. She stumbled over her footing and tumbled onto the bed, pulling Chris after her. Chris' hand came behind her head on instinct, and he landed heavily atop her.
�Say it,� he demanded again, his voice throaty and thick with desire.
�Chris is the king of the universe,� Angela gasped out after some reluctance.
Chris' chest heaved up and down as he stared down at Angela; the fingers tangled in her auburn hair began rubbing circles at the soft skin there. Their once playful attitudes gone in favor of something more intimate, more desirous.
Angela brought her hands to rest on the back of his neck, scratching softly at the fine hair there, and she scooted further into the middle of the bed, Chris following. She felt Chris� warm breath fan against her cheek and lips, and her heart sped up. She stared up at Chris through her eyelashes, her breathing labored from so much giggling, and smiled shyly at the press of his erection at her hip.
Chris grinned back, his eyes twinkling and creasing at the corners, and dipped his head to kiss her lips softly. Their lips touched for the briefest of moments before Chris pulled back to look up at her for permission. She grinned and tilted her head up, capturing his lips in a tender kiss.
Chris smiled against her lips and flicked his tongue out, running over the seam of Angela's lips. The hand in her hair came up to cup her cheek, his thumb sweeping under her eye, tickling the soft skin there. Angela sighed and let her mouth fall open to Chris' searching tongue.
Chris tilted his head to the side a bit, and delved deeper into the warm recesses of Angela's mouth. He drank from her lips, his tongue sweeping through slowly to savor the taste of every hidden space in her mouth. He pulled back and nibbled on her swollen lips, relishing the distinct taste of her.
�What are we doing,� he mumbled against her lips, brown eyes squeezed shut.
�I don�t know,� she replied, softly, �but I don�t want you to stop.�
Chris kissed across her cheek and over to her ear, the whiskers on his chin tickling deliciously against her skin, and whispered, �It�s going to change everything.�
�Let it, then,� she whispered.
She turned her head and captured his lips with hers, silencing any reply, taking her turn to let her tongue sweep through his mouth. Chris breathed out a breath of air into her mouth and moaned softly. Her tongue swept softly over his, massaging and tasting, and he groaned low in his throat. His hips rolled forward and he pulled back, gasping, as sweet friction coursed through his body.
Angela rolled them over until she was perched atop his lap, straddling his waist. She scooted forward until her bottom was pressed against his erection, her hands poised on his chest. Chris brought his hands to her hips to grasp softly, his fingers dipping under her shirt to stroke over her warm skin.
Angela leaned down and kissed him softly, licking and nibbling at the softness of Chris� lips. Slowly she rotated her hips over his erection, softly smiling at the groan that rumbled deep within his chest. She pulled away and pushed her forehead against his, her eyes boring into his dark brown ones, and whispered, �I want this.�
Chris� chest rose and fell as his heart pounded frantically against his ribcage. He ran one hand to the small of Angela�s back and the other up to cup her neck, his fingers sweeping over her warm skin, and muttered against her lips, �So do I.�
The kissed leisurely, their lips molding for a perfect fit and their tongues sweeping over one another. Only when they were desperate for air did they pull apart. Chris pushed himself into a sitting position, and Angela wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hold him there, as he began kissing down the side of her neck.
Angela sighed and closed her eyes, relishing in the feel of the soft rub of his lips and the gentle scratch of his goatee. Instinctively her hips began rotating and Chris groaned, the hand on the small of her back pulling her down against him more. Her fingernails raked over the soft skin of his neck and Chris shuddered.
He fingered the hem of her shirt and looked up at her, his eyes darker than before, heady with desire. His voice was husky when he asked, �Can I?�
Angela bit her lip and nodded. She raised her arms into the air as Chris pulled her shirt up and over her head, to be tossed haphazardly across the room. Immediately his hands came to rest on her back, sweeping over the newly exposed skin. Angela shivered and let her hands run down his back to pull at the hem of Chris� shirt and discard it as well.
�Gorgeous,� muttered Chris against her neck.
He peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses, occasionally nibbling on the softness of her skin. He rubbed the roughness of his beard over the juncture of her collarbone and licked over the offended skin, causing Angela to whimper softly and clutch onto his shoulders.
�You taste so good,� he whispered huskily, voice octaves deeper than normal. His erection throbbed almost painfully in his jeans as her hips continued to rotate slowly atop his lap.
Angela smiled at his reverence. Her eyes fell closed as his lips skated across the top of her chest to her shoulder, leaving a trail of wet heat in its wake. Chris nudged the strap of her bra with his nose until it fell softly onto her arm while his hand came up to pull the other side down.
Chris pulled back and gazed at Angela intently. Her full breasts rose with every intake of breath, and her nipples strained against the confines of her bra. Her cheeks were flushed and her pink lips were full and parted as she breathed deeply. Her hair was disarrayed and small, curly wisps of hair framed her cheeks.
Angela�s eyes slowly opened, and Chris hitched a breath at the intense look of yearning etched in them. Angela gasped softly as she watched Chris� pupils dilate and his eyes darken, becoming heady with desire.
Slowly he rolled them until Angela was on her back, cradled in the softness of the gossamer bed. Her hair fawned across the pillows and her eyes twinkled with mirth. Chris leaned down and kissed her softly, lovingly, as a hand stroked the soft skin of her cheek. He ran his lips down her neck and placed a kiss atop each breast, before taking a cloth covered nipple between his lips and suckling.
Angela gasped and pushed closer to the wonderful heat that Chris� mouth had to offer. Her hands grasped at his tan shoulders, nails slightly digging in to the flesh. Chris pulled away and blew a steady stream of air over the wet material causing Angela to cry out softly.
�Chris,� she panted. She tugged softly on the short spikes of his hair and ran a shaky hand down the score of his spine.
Chris looked up and slid back up Angela�s body until they were eye to eye. He leaned down and kissed her softly once before saying, �Yeah?�
She took a shuddering intake of breath and tried to form words, but the feel of Chris� lips against her neck and the soft stroking of his hand over her stomach caused her words to turn into a soft moan. She swallowed thickly and tried again. �Chris�I��
�What was that,� he asked playfully, grinning against her neck. He looked up at her, eyes dark and shining.
She swallowed again and said, voice throaty and wavering, �I want you.�
Chris closed his eyes and groaned, one hand fisting into the sheets while the other pressed against her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver and tense. His hips rolled and his erection pressed delightfully against her thigh, sending sparks of molten heat throughout his entire body.
Lovingly, he stripped her of her clothes. After each garment he worshipped her body. He kissed every exposed inch of skin, his tongue searched out hidden pleasure points, fingers rubbed and massaged, and the whiskers on his chin marked her in various places over her body. Praises and endearments were murmured against her skin until she felt marked by his words, branded to be his and only his.
Only when she was writhing and panting beneath him did he strip himself of his clothes. He pulled the condom out of his wallet, ripped it open, and sheathed himself before crawling over Angela�s body and kissing her fervently, desperate for another taste.
Chris pulled away, gasping for breath, and slid in slowly and carefully until he was fully imbedded in the heat her body had to offer. His forehead dropped to rest on her shoulder, puffs of breath fanning hotly onto her overheated skin, as he let her adjust to the intrusion.
Angela wrapped her arms around his middle and grasped his shoulders from behind, moaning out at the sensation of Chris filling her so completely. Shallowly, he began thrusting. Pulling out just an inch before delving back in. Over and over he pulled out until just the tip rested inside before diving back into the tightness of her body.
He rested his weight on his forearms and let his hips begin to twist and push. He pushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. Angela�s eyes squeezed shut and she cried out softly as Chris� hips twisted and pushed into her.
Chris pushed his forehead against hers and licked over the fine sheen of sweat that had gathered over her upper lip. Leaving his lips close to hers, he mumbled, �You feel so good.� He bit his lip as her walls clenched around him, and moaned, �God, you�re so tight�so hot.�
Angela�s breath hitched and her back arched, baring her neck, as she cried out. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and she pulled him closer, pinning his body to her own. Chris wrapped a hand in her auburn locks and let his other skate down under her to hold her body to his by the small of her back.
She grasped onto his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin and raking down and then back up. She kissed his right shoulder and began making her way to the other side, lavishing over his skin. Chris rotated his hips sharply and she threw her head back. �Chris!�
�Yes,� he hissed against her neck. A familiar tightness began in the pit of his stomach and spread throughout his body. Tingles shot up his back to the tips of his ears and back down to the ends of his toes. �Ang�I�m gonna��
She mewled in the back of her throat as the ball of tension slowly began unwinding until her body spasmed and heat washed over her. Her legs tightened around his waist, and Chris came with a soft cry against her lips as they rode the waves together. Chris pulled back until his lips were resting against hers, their breath mingling together as the shudders wracked their bodies.
Chris ran a shaky hand down Angela�s cheek, his thumb brushing over her plush bottom lip, and whispered, �I�ve wanted to do that for so long.�
She pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb and nodded. �Me too.�