Chapter 16: Paris and Helen

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Chris might be content to go to sleep, but Y/N was on fire. He expected to kiss her and for her to just be able to go to sleep? She felt hot, and she knew her cheeks were burning. She was glad it was dark and that he'd turned away.

They laid there in silence, again.

Y/N couldn't believe him. She knew she'd been full of mixed signals, but this sealed it. She wasn't content to just leave it here, not when he made her feel like this. Y/N wanted to see where this could go. She wasn't looking for a soulmate, but someone nice who might be able to screw her senseless? She was on board for that. This night did not go as she planned, but she was ready to turn it back in her favor.

"So you really are going to sleep after all of that?" Y/N asked.

"I told you, the ball is in your court, Y/N." Chris said, still facing away from her.

Fine. That's how he was going to play. Y/N felt a pull in her stomach. She didn't need him to make the first move. She wanted what he had offered. She wanted the mind blowing sex she deserved. And she was determined to get it. Y/N sat up and turned Chris to face her.

"I don't need to think it over. You said you owe me a better fuck. I'd like to collect on the offer," Y/N said. "So what do you say?"

"Took you long enough," Chris said, smirking. He turned over and pushed her back down to the position they were both in a moment before. He leaned down, his eyes dark, and went straight for her lips.

This kiss had the passion missing from their first encounter. She couldn't recall this intensity as his lips crashed into hers, the feeling of his hand caressing her cheek. Y/N couldn't believe she missed out on this earlier. His lips were sure, and his beard scratched and burned deliciously.

One hand snuck up to cup the back of her head, tilting it a bit, and his other moved to her waist. Y/N felt Chris deepen the kiss, nibbling at her lip, asking to open her mouth. Y/N met his request. His tongue pushed in, pulling a moan from her. He was moving slowly but with purpose. It was as if he was making up for lost time. His hands now roamed shamelessly down her sides.

His kiss grew needier. Y/N felt it too. She was lost in it. Chris moved from her lips, to her cheek, then down to her neck. He found the spot right below her ear and sucked on it. Y/N felt like her skin was on fire. Y/N ground her hips up against his and felt his cock twitch in his pajama bottoms. She heard him groan in response. Y/N wrapped her arms around Chris' neck and pulled him closer.

Chris pulled her wrists from their place and pinned them above her head as they were before. He held her there, using one hand to keep her in place. Y/N was buzzing with anticipation. This was way better than she could have imagined, and he hadn't even done anything yet. She was ready for that to change.

Chris moved his free hand back to her cheek and traced his thumb over her lips. Y/N fought the urge to open her mouth and suck on it.

"I plan on taking care of you first, so try to stay quiet," Chris said in almost a whisper.

Y/N could feel every nerve in her body light up. His confidence was such a turn on. Any thought of this being like the first time left her mind.

Chris continued kissing Y/N's neck, peppering sweet, slow, pain-staking kisses down her clothed chest. He pressed kisses down her ribs and stomach. Chris let go of her wrists and slid his hands down to the hem of her night shirt. He paused, looking into Y/N's eyes. Silently asking if this was still okay. Y/N obliged and sat up slightly to assist in taking off her shirt. Chris was the one staring at Y/N now, topless, laid bare in front of him.

"Do you mind?" Y/N whispered, mocking Chris' tone from earlier.

Chris laughed and dove back in. He grabbed one of her tits and pressed a kiss to the other. Y/N was in complete bliss. All of Chris' touches felt planned and intentional. He sucked the skin next to one of her nipples. Y/N squirmed under his attention. She was sure that was going to leave a mark. He moved to the other nipple, mirroring his work on the other side.

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