my salvation (chris evans)

chapter thirteen - birthday sex

Today is the 13th of June — Chris's birthday. His director very kindly allowed him the day off from work today so we could celebrate together. He's still sound asleep, lips slightly parted. I decide to wake him up by blowing on his face. His nose twitches, and he eventually stirs, groaning. I smile widely. His eyes flutter open. "Happy Birthday!" He smiles, snaking his arms around me and nuzzling my neck.

"Mmm, thanks, darlin'."

"What you wanna do today?"

"I don't mind, long as I'm with you." He murmurs, making me blush deeply.

"Oh, shush." He looks back at me with that adorable smile.

"I mean it. We can do anything and I'll be happy."

"W-Well, we have your b-birthday meal at your mum's th-this evening—"

"That we do."

"I'm gonna make you s-some breakfast first. Have a think, okay?" I tell him, pecking his lips and sliding out of bed, wearing only knickers and one of his baggy t-shirts. Dodger hops off the bed a few seconds later and scurries out of the bedroom, clearly ready for breakfast himself.

"Oh no, no. I've got my breakfast right here." Chris replies, shuffling to sit on the edge of the bed. He quickly grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into him, making me laugh uncontrollably.

"Chris!"

"What? You're the tastiest thing I've got." He mumbles with that cheeky smirk, raising the t-shirt and planting gentle kisses on my stomach. I bite my lip, tangling my fingers in his hair.

"Let me feed Dodger f-first. Or do you w-want your boy watching?" He groans a little, but pulls back, looking up at me.

"Hmmm, good point. Be quick." He tells me, playfully spanking my bum. Smiling, I roll my eyes and hurry over to the bedroom door, opening it. Dodger hurries out and I follow him into the kitchen, before quickly prepping his food. Then I set it down and he immediately gets stuck in. Lastly, I power walk to the patio doors and open them up so he's able to roam outside to do his business, then I hurry back into the bedroom. Chris smiles, biting his lip as I stroll back over to him. He's barely moved an inch. When I'm close enough, he pulls me into him, raising the t-shirt. Biting my lip, I tip my head back, his tongue gliding over my skin, sending shivers up my spine.

With subtlety, he claws his fingers into my pants and slowly starts to pull them down my thighs, slowing down his kisses across my stomach. Each one is more delicate and sensual than the last. When my underwear drops to my ankles, I step out of them, giving him the opportunity to pull me onto his lap. He then abruptly pulls my t-shirt off and smashes our lips together. My arms wrap around his neck, as we kiss passionately and he squeezes my bum cheeks. I let out a soft moan, making him smirk slightly and fall back against the bed. Then he spins us over, so he's on top, before he starts leaving a line of wet, sensual kisses down my body.

"You're so fahcking sexy." He breathes out, crawling off the bed. "Every inch of you." He drops to his knees in front of me. "It makes me wild. You drive me insane." He kisses my inner thigh and I shiver in anticipation. "Giving you an orgasm is like taking a drug. It makes me feel fahcking incredible. I never want to stop or give it up." I bite my lip, glancing down at him.

"Then don't." He smirks and slowly dips his head, burying his face between my thighs. He kisses my labia lightly, barely touching me. "Chris," I whimper. He responds by gliding his tongue along my slits.

"Is your pussy throbbing for me, babe?"

"Yu-huh— oh god, yeah— give me more." I beg, spreading my legs wider and making him smirk again.