My Heart In Your Hands.

Untouched.

So I'm trying to drag out the story a little but I can't really so here you go. Heads up on the content, it's sexual. Love yahh babes. (;

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A few weeks had passed since Kyran and I broke up. You would think I would be depressed huh? But I'm not. Chris would be the cause of that.

We kept what happened a secret, we didn't feel it was anyone else's business. But, that doesn't mean we didn't do it again, both the kissing and the cuddling.

Most nights I would end up falling asleep at his place, and Manny would freak out for me not coming home. It was the best non-relationship I ever had. But one day, something kind of took over, my mind was turned off and my heart was running haywire.

Chris and I were laying on his bed, watching Lost Boys, and I couldn't restrain myself from wanting to do things with him. So I kissed him softly. He didn't expect it at first, but soon relaxed and kissed me back. As we continued to kiss, it got a little bit more aggressive and hot.

I bit one of his lip rings and pulled. He groaned slightly and kissed me again, shifting so he was on top of me. I started to tug on his shirt and he pulled away.

"Kari," he said, breathing heavy. "I promised myself I wouldn't let this happen."

I pushed my body weight against him and rolled so I was on top. "I think you might break your promise."

I kissed him roughly, letting his tongue slip past my lips as he pushed me over so he was on top. His kisses were passionate and sweet, but aggressive and hot. I was glad to know I wasn't the only one who wanted this. I bit one of his lip rings again and pulled slightly. He growled and I grinned. He kissed down to my neck and nibbled, trying to find my sweet spot. When he did I let out a soft moan. I felt him grin and bite harder. I moaned louder.

The bulge in his pants became a little more noticeable. He bit my neck again, more aggressively. I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted him so bad. Right then.

"I want you," I whispered, already breathing heavy. He kissed back up to my lips and started to play with the end of my shirt, pulling it off and exposing my tattooed chest. He took it all in then started to undo my bra as I pulled his shirt off, letting it fall to the side of the bed. He threw my bra back into unknown land. One of his hands moved up my body and he grabbed one of my breasts. I gasped and he grinned slightly.

His hands trickled down to my jeans. He unbuttoned and slowly pulled them off. He was taking his time and it was driving me crazy. Finally, he slid my panties off and brought his lips back to mine. I practically ripped his jeans off, not wasting any time, which earned me a slight chuckle. He kissed me passionately then went to my ear.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered. I shuddered from his warm breath but nodded. He kissed me again and my hands found his hair. He kissed down to my neck and right as he bit my sweet spot he pushed inside me. And I couldn't even think to hold back my cries of pleasure.

It was nothing like I've ever felt before. It felt amazing, it felt right. I can't even put it into words. Better than with Kyran, for sure, better than with anyone. We were 'making love'. What a cliche.

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We were both breathing extremely heavy as he pulled me up against him. I layed my head on his chest and tried to slow my breathing. He did too.

"Chris," I said, moving so I could look at him as a question popped into my head. "Do you think I'm a slut now?"

He grinned. "Yes! Get out of my bed!" He said sarcastically, pointing towards the door. I started to get up dramatically. He chuckled and pulled me back up against him. He shook his head. "No, you're sexier than I originally thought, and you got some nice..." his gaze moved to my chest then quickly back to my eyes. I rose an eyebrow. "No, not a slut."

"Well, thanks." I said. I wasn't quite sure if I should take all of that as a compliment.

He shook his head again. "I could never think you were a slut."

I smiled at that. "Well, I'm glad."

He pulled me up tight against him and my head layed on his chest once again. I listened to the now steady rhythm of his heart beat and felt his chest move from his breathing. It was quite soothing and soon made me sleepy.

I drifted off to dreamland, no fantasies tonight, I didn't need them. And you'll never guess who was there dressed like James Bond.

Okay, you probably will. But only because of the suit.

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I felt like if it was too sexual it would kind of ruin the story. I dunno. I might do it later. I haven't decided.