Win A Date With Chris Evans

Every Inch

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They stand in the living room of Jaime's apartment just staring at each other. Their fingers laced together, the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests perfectly in sync.
"We're a little drunk, I'd completely understand if you don't want to do this right now." Chris's eyes locked into hers.
Her eyes flicker to his lips, so perfect, and then down to his hands, where hers rest so comfortably like they were always supposed to be there.
"I'm not drunk, not any more. I want this...I-I want you." She offers him a tender smile as she moves slowly into him, desperately wanting to be a part of him.

Chris isn't drunk either, his respectful nature shines through no matter what, and the fact that she is being so openly willing to accept him, it's like winning the super bowl.
Jaime drops Chris's hand pinching the zipper to his tracksuit between her thumb and index finger, she gently pulls it down, sliding her hands up his shoulders she helps him shrug it off, feeling every contour of his muscles as she runs her hands up his arms.
He pulls off his vest exposing his chiselled torso, Jaime gulps, theres not an ounce of body fat on this man.

He wraps his fingers through her hair gently pulling her in to meet his mouth, tracing her lips with his tongue before nibbling her bottom lip feverishly.
"Is this okay?" He whispers trailing a lazy finger along the waistband of her jeans, she nods nervously as he un buttons them and helps pull them down.
Thank fuck I shaved my legs this morning.
He kneels down lifting her foot on to his leg removing her sock, and then repeating the motion with the other foot. He begins feathering kisses from her ankle up her calves tickling behind her knee with his stubble, stopping slowly when he gets to her inner thigh, climbing back to his feet to kiss her collarbone as he begins to lift her tank top over her head.
"Just a second," breathless with anticipation she grabs his hands halting the moment, don't Jaime...you'll regret this. "I'm not like you Chris, I'm chubby. I don't look good naked." Fuck I don't look good fully clothed either.
"When you see me, try not to be disgusted with me. I uh, well you'll see." She lifts her own top off over her head while Chris stands eyeing her up, he is utterly infatuated by her and watching her expose herself to him when she is so insecure only made his infatuation more potent.
She reaches around taking off her bra, fucking hell I've done it now. I am naked. In front of Chris Evans. In front of this man...the man I want. The man I-I-I...
She shimmies down her silver underwear, realistically I could have wore nicer panties, but girl boxers are all I have.
Standing before him, every inch of her exposed to him, every insecurity on display.

Chris smiles at her affectionately, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." His gaze never faltering from her as he removes the rest of his clothes.
"I love this part," he kisses her lips, "and this," leaving one on her chin, he peppers kisses down to her breasts, falling to his knees kissing her ribs as his hands lightly squeeze her hips.
"I love it all Jaime...every inch." He looks up, her perfectly neat glistening slit level with his mouth, "now if you don't mind..." he pushes her legs apart opening her lips slightly, a devilish smirk corners his mouth as he trails his tongue along the opening, lapping her juices fervently. 
"Oh my fuck." Jaime groans.
Chris's tongue swirls around inside her folds, nudging her clit gently dancing around teasing her relishing in every twitch that her hips make.
She reaches down grabbing hold of his head, pulling him back up to her, "lets go to the bedroom." She smashes her lips against his, tasting herself on him.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Jaime's voice quivers as they stand at the foot of her bed, Chris slides his hand down between her legs, running a finger inside her slit, she juts forward in pleasure trying to contain the squeak of excitement, "I need to hear you say it Evans."
He licks his finger before placing both hands on either side of her face, "Jaime, I am positive that this is all I want." Unequivocally.
"I'm scared." She breathes anxiously, her entire body trembling.
"Me too." Chris lifts her off the ground wrapping her legs around his waist as they bruise each others mouths.
He lays her gently on the bed, Jaime reaches down taking hold of his lustrous cock guiding it between her legs, she nods approvingly as he thrusts himself deep into her.  He delves in an out, Jaime digs her fingers into his back, "fuck Chris."
He starts off slowly dipping his hips, "harder Chris." She moans into his shoulder, and he picks up the pace, slamming himself into her sopping cunt.
"You are so fucking wet Jaime," his cock stretching her wide as it bores in and out.
She leans up biting his earlobe, "on your back Evans." And he flips her around, laying on his back.
Jaime slams herself onto him, bucking her hips as he grabs hold of her breasts ferociously massaging her hardened nipples. She grinds herself on his length, rolling her lower body relishing in her movements as Chris's eyes roll into the back of his head.
"I'm gonna cum." He hushes.
This sends her over the edge and she dances her pussy on the tip of his cock, playfully delaying his orgasm. 
"You little tease," he sits up pulling her back down onto him.
"Oh yes!" She moans into his ear, "fuck me Chris."
He grabs her seat and slams her down onto his cock, "I'm gonna cum Chris." She squeals, her climax heightening.
And in one swift movement the expel into orbit, riding the high of orgasm. Chris's cock twitches inside her, his hot seed spilling out the sides of her.  The creaminess running down her thighs.
They collapse together sex hazed on the bed, holding the others gaze as their eyes lock.
"Jaime...I know its soon, its too soon b-b-but I uh...well I've completely uh...fallen—"

Jaime clamps her hand across his mouth in panic.
"Wait!" She yells, "don't say anything...because...I have this feeling," a tear rolls down her cheek, "that I'm about to wake up and realise that this, is in fact a dream."

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