You broke me for nothing...

Chapter 43

Kate pov...

I giggle as i peak up to see Chris walking off to go and take a shower. I dont know why but our talk this morning had taken a huge weight of my shoulders. He knew now... He knew that i was damaged... He knew that i might never have another kid... I was so scared to tell him knowing he wants a family in the future. But he had been so sweet and understanding. At first i did not know if i should believe him when he said it did not matter... But the way he reassured me... Held my hand and looked me in the eyes told me i should believe him.

Once again i was caught off guard by the fact that he was so different... He had matured... He was still Chris... The grown man who is sometimes still a little boy... He still was in touch with his inner child and i love that... But when push came to shove, he was mature... He talked... He really talked and listened... Not that he had never been like that... But it was different... I can't explain it... Just different. 

While taking my shower my mind had wondered to last night... God the sex had been amazing... I was still sore, and the warm water felt like heaven easing my achy muscles... But thinking about it made me horny... Horny and a little mischievous. I wondered if he still was a simple man when it came to what he thought was sexy. I came to the conclusion that there was only one way to find out. So, after my shower i had braided my hair and went looking for one of his hoodies. I had hit the jackpot when i found his patriots hoodie... 

The reaction to it made me feel on top of the world... My whole body went in overdrive when i feel his body pressed against me... And i swear my legs would give out when i felt his hands on my ass... But i manage to control myself leaving him standing in the kitchen... But now... Now i dont know how much self-control i was able to muster... 

Chris had walked in after his shower... His chest still wet, water droplets holding on for dear life but losing the battle as they slowly make their way down his chest... But that is not all... Grey sweatpants... That is all... Grey sweatpants... Yeah i get the hype about them now... I tilt my head as i look him up and down with no shame whatsoever... He walks closer and is now standing in front of me...

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart..." Chris says his tone low and dark and i snap my head to look up at him... I blush and bite my lip. My body feels like it is on fire... He has this boyish smirk on his face... "See something you like, sweetheart..." He growls and i turn bright red... I bite my lip still blushing and slowly nod yes while pressing my legs together...

I can see the outlining and once again i think to myself that he definitely had gotten bigger... Is that possible? No... I must just be imagining it... Or maybe after years with Elliot i am not just used to big dick anymore... Elliot's was fine... Average... I think... But he could never make me come by just fucking... He could never make me feel full... God Chris can make me feel full... Really full... I feel my core starting to throb and i can feel myself getting wetter by just thinking about Chris his dick... All of a sudden i feel a finger under my chin and i blush as i apparently had been staring at his dick again without realizing... Chris lifts my head to look him in the eyes again. He is smirking and i swear i must look like a tomato...

"You are not the only one who can play dirty, sweetheart..." He whispers leaning in, his lips hovering over mine... My lips part as my breathing gets heavy and my heart is pounding... But he doesn't kiss me... God i want him to kiss me but part of me wants to resist just to see what he is going to do... "Play dirty?" I whisper not moving a muscle but trying to look as innocent as possible. I try my absolute best to regain control of my urges and desperately trying to hide how my whole body reacts to him... I can smell his bodywash... His hot breath fanning over me and i can feel the goosebumps appear. 

I can't resist and my eyes flicker down... God the urge to lick the waterdrops off his chest is strong... His chest so close and it takes every bit of self-control to not act on my urger. It is like i am dehydrated and in desperate need for water... Like i am in a dessert and he is the fata morgana... I just want to run my tongue all over his body... The idea alone makes me press my legs tighter together..."Ah..ah... aah... Eyes up, sweetheart..." Chris says with the biggest grin on his face and i look up again... "Tell me, sweetheart..." He says in a husk tone... "Tell me what you want, sweetheart..." He whispers with a smug grin on his face... 

"No..." I whisper and for a split second it catches him off guard but when i smirk back at him his eyes get darker... "Come on, sweetheart... I know you want to..." He teases and he brushes his nose against mine his soft lips touching mine for a split second... "Just say the words, sweetheart..." He whispers and i smile... 

"Now where would be the fun in that...?" I ask him and he chuckles slowly shaking his head... "I rather show you and hook my finger in the waistband of his sweatpants yanking him forward... A low growl escapes him before he closes the distance and crashes his lips on mine... "That is a dangerous move, sweetheart..." He groans into the kiss and i smirk before pulling him down and sitting him down on the couch straddling his lap...