My Two Daímones

Chapter Eight: Touch Me

Chris continued to hungrily kiss my neck as he hovered over me, and then he moved his lips to the tip of my nose. He stared into my eyes and my lips were tingling, expecting him to kiss me. But he didn't. He just teased me, lightly brushing his lips over mine before kissing my chin, my throat, my jaw. When I couldn't take it anymore, he finally pressed his lips to mine and I tangled my hands in his hair as I kissed him back. His tongue wrestled mine, but his hands stayed on my waist. He kissed me over and over again, his teeth biting my lip gently and making me moan. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist, but the way he was positioned was preventing me from doing so. He gave me light kisses, still teasing me, but I wanted it to be hot and wanting like that first night. I tried moving my hands to his chest, but he caught my wrists and pinned them on the bed on either side of my head so I couldn't move. I was growing hot for him, didn't he know that? I didn't just want him. I needed him. So badly. I couldn't stand his teasing. 

"Chris." I said as he kissed me again. 

"What?" he whispered. 

"C-Can you touch me again?" I whispered. I saw his eyes light up. 

"I am touching you." he said, tightening his grip on my wrists. 

"Not there." I whined. One of his hands slipped beneath my shirt and stroked my stomach as it slowly moved upwards. I felt his hand cup my breast through my bra. 

"Here?" he whispered in my ear as he gave a little squeeze. I arched towards him a little. 

"Yes." I breathed as I took my free hand and grabbed his wrist, placing his other hand under my shirt as well. He left it on my stomach, and then his hand left my breast and traveled to my back, struggling to unhook my bra. I raised up and helped him, and when he managed to do it he slid up my shirt, slipping it off my body. He stared at me for a second before his warm hands slid off my bra and tossed it to the floor. Now he was really staring, and I was self-conscious and embarrased at the same time. His hands carressed my breasts as he kissed me again, and his warm tongue sent tingles through my entire body as it wrestled with mine. I held back my moans as I felt his hardness pressing against me. His warm fingers trailed down my body and his lips moved to my throat again before he latched onto one of my breasts. I gasped in shock as his tongue licked my nipple, and then his lips tightened as he started sucking. I moned loudly and tightened my fingers in his curls, and I felt his hands undoing the button on my jeans before he yanked them down rather roughly, tossing them to the floor as well. I was now only in my panties, and I didn't think it was fair that he was fully dressed. I gripped his shirt and lifted it up, and he smiled as he helped me take it off. As soon as it hit the floor, my hands were roaming all over his back, feeling his shoulderblades flex as he kissed just under my belly-button. His warm fingers travelled to my panties and he looked up at me. 

"Do you want me to do this?" he asked. 

"Yes." I gasped, at a loss for words.

"I thought so." he whispered, his hands sliding down my panties slowly as his fingers brushed my thighs. When I was completely naked, he came back up and kissed me, his finger lightly stroking me as I arched towards him more. I heard the jangling of metal as I saw him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off so he was only in his boxers. I observed the v-line of his hips, as they cut so perfectly into a downward angle and disappeared into his boxers, slung low on his hips. 

"Chris." I moaned as his finger began rubbing in a circular motion. I was so wet for him. He slipped his finger inside me and I gasped in shock at the pleasure he caused me to receive. He slipped in another finger and began moving them in and out slowly. I could feel even more pleasure building, and then he removed his fingers and kissed me one more time. 

"I love you." he whispered. He moved his lips lower and then wrapped my legs around his neck as he licked my sensitive spot. I had never felt anything as good as this. He seemed like an expert as he flicked his tongue rapidly and then stuck it inside me. I gasped and then moaned as he wiggled his tongue faster, and I felt my stomach knot as his hands held my waist to the bed firmly. 

"Chris!" I yelped out. He ignored me, and I felt the pleasure overwhelm me until I released everything I had on him. He came back up with a smile on his face, and then I heard the sound of a wrapper being torn. I looked just in time to see him holding a condom in his hand, and my heart beat even faster. My hands slowly crept to the waistband of his boxers, and he quickly pulled them off, his chest pressing against mine and preventing me from looking down at him. He rolled on the condom and then his lips touched my ear. 

"Are you a virgin?" he whispered. My lower lip trembled as I nodded. 

"I can't understand you if you don't talk. Answer me." he said huskily. I could feel his thick pulsing member rub against my sensitive spot, and my hands tangled in his hair. 

"Yes!" I gasped. He smirked. 

"Do you want me to make love to you?" he whispered. 

"Yes, Chris. Only you." I replied, kissing him gently. 

"Tell me if I hurt you. I'll go slow." he said. My heart skipped a beat as he took himself in his hand and slid quickly inside me. I squirmed a little and bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I let out a loud gasp as he slid in another inch, and he kissed me briefly. 

"I'm sorry. It'll go away." he promised, his dark brown eyes staring into mine. I nodded and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled himself out and then entered me again. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain. 

"Just look in my eyes." he panted in between breaths. I opened my eyes and stared at him as he picked up a slow and steady rhythm. Soon I felt him go deeper and all the pain just washed away. 

"Chris." I moaned as he sped up the pace a little. I could feel his strong hips against mine, and suddenly everything else was wiped away from my mind. No Christian, no demons, no school, no project... just me and Chris. Just us. And we loved each other. There was no good or evil. Just love. I gripped his shoulders tightly as I noticed his chest was covered in a sheen of sweat, his tattoos glistening in the dim light from the window. He grunted and went faster, and I threw my head back and shouted his name over and over again. I felt that knotting feeling in my stomach again, and when I finally came on him he gave one last thrust before I felt the condom grow warm inside me and he moaned, his eyes blazing red in the darkness. 

"Melanie... na kánete éro̱ta eínai katapli̱ktikí̱." he gasped as he panted for breath. 

"What does that mean?" I asked, trying to keep my own breathing under control. He touched his nose to mine and stared into my eyes. 

"Making love to you is amazing." he whispered as his lips met mine. I kissed him briefly before my head slumped back onto the pillow. 

"I'm tired." I said. He chuckled and rolled over so I was laying on his chest. 

"I love you." he said, kissing my forehead. I kissed his chest. 

"I love you too." I responded. His arms tightened around me. 

"I should get home before Christian gets suspicious." he began, but I hugged him closer. 

"Stay with me... please." I begged, I felt his warm breath against my ear. 

"I will." he whispered. I smiled into his chest, and his voice was the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep. 

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A/N I am sorry for my bad sex scene xD shun me if you must, but thanks for reading anyway :) I shall update asap but the next update might be tomorrow. sorry :/