Imagines : Chris Kendall, Dan Howell, Phil Lester, PJ Liguori

Make Up For The Lost Time - Chris Kendall (part 2)

Chris was eyeing me up and down, teasing how I should borrow his clothes with no pants on more often. I felt my cheek heated up, I was so comfortable, I didn't remember what I was wearing. "Uhh.. Yeah, I spilled juice all over my clothes so I borrowed your hoodie," I mumbled.

He pulled my hand and brought me closer to him. "You're cute when you blush. I want to chew your face," he flicked my nose. "Uhh, wouldn't that be cannibalism?" I raised my eyebrow, and he grinned. "Umm let me rephrase that, I want to nibble on your cute, sweet lips." He leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, then his kiss trailed down to my neck, making me a little shivered.

Damn, this man had too much effect on me.

He nibbled my neck softly then licked the sensitive spot below my ear. My heart rate picked up. He probably knew what effect he had on me, because I could feel him smiled against my skin. "Do I make you nervous, love?"

I halfheartedly pulled away from him, "No, now let me go, I need to finish cooking." He tightened his grip on my hips and smirked, "Are you sure? Well, then you don't mind if I kiss you again, do you? It's too early for dinner anyway." He didn't wait for my response and kisses me again, more fierce than before.

His lips were so intoxicating, and I got carried away so fast. His hands were moving on my back, soothingly rubbing through the thick material of his hoodie, and then slowly slid down to cup my butt and squeezed it lightly. Well, if he thought he could tease me, then two could play at this game.

I broke the kiss and moved my lips to his neck and behind his ear. I could hear him inhaled deeply and felt his hands slid on top of my butt. I stood between his legs and pressed my body closer to him. I continued kissing and sucking his neck as I could feel his growing erection poking my lower stomach. I lifted up his shirt and he quickly threw it off. I ran my fingers on his smooth chest and kissed his shoulder.

Then I pulled away abruptly, "I think it's time for my favourite show on TV." I winked and ran to the lounge, leaving him hot and flustered.

I plopped down on the couch still giggling. In a few seconds Chris came and straddled me, "Seriously babe? You choose a TV show over me?" I bit my lips, tried to hold back my laughter. "You were in trouble, babe." He leaned in to kiss me but I tilted my head, still giggling. But that only made his lips landed on my neck.

He continued his assault on my neck and his hands are all over me. In no times, I gave up completely under his touch and let my desire took control of my body. It felt like ages since I had been this close to Chris, and I unconsciously craved for his kisses and hugs.

Alright, maybe even more than kisses and hugs.

He rolled to the side and sat down beside me. He tugged my hoodie, his hoodie, that I was wearing, and pulled it over my head. He stared lustfully at me and at the moment I wished I had put on some sexier underwear, not just plain white bra and panties. I unbuckled his pants and he gladly helped me to slide it off of his legs. He already had a full hard-on.

I kneeled in front of him and grabbed his strong erection. His looked at me and his eyes widened, he bit his lips with anticipation. I stroke him slowly, teased him a little, then I swirled my tongue around the tip. I could taste his pre cum, but I couldn't care less, I just focused on giving him pleasure as much as possible.

The sound of him moaning and whispering my name while I was moving my mouth on his penis made me more excited and turned on as well. I could hear his breath became shorter and rugged. I thought he would reach his climax but suddenly he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. I looked up to him, "What's wrong babe? You don't like it?" I was slightly worried that I did something wrong. He pulled me to sit on his lap and then kissed me, his tongue slipped into my mouth and his hands reached to my back before skillfully unclasp my bra.

His hands played with my exposed boobs, and a moan escaped my lips. He slightly pulled away from the kiss and murmured, "I love, love the blowjob, but I didn't want to come in your mouth." Then he yanked down my panties and I helped him to slide it off. I was self conscious about my body, like other millions of the female population, but Chris made me feel adored and very comfortable with the way he looked and treated my body.

I moved from his lap to lie down on the couch. He smiled and crawl on top of me. "Huh, I'm glad you could read my mind," he winked. He kissed and sucked my breast, moving from left to right, while his fingers tease my most sensitive spot. I moaned his name, his touches and kisses only made me wanting more. "Chris, stop teasing me," I managed to say between moans. He stopped altogether and leveled his face right in front of me. "You want me to stop, babe?" he smirked.

I groaned, oh, this boy will be the death of me. "Chriiisss..." I whined, "You know what I mean," I slowly traced my fingers on his chest. His hand started rubbing my wetness again, very slow and gentle. "Tell me what you want, angel," he kissed my neck, "Say it loudly."

"I want you, Christopher Kendall," I looked into his eyes, "Make love to me, I want you inside me, I want to feel you pounding me." He positioned himself and whispered on my ear, "Gladly." Then he entered me in one swift push. His eyes shut close and he inhaled deeply. When he opened them and stared back at me, his eyes filled with mixed emotion.

"Fuck, baby, I love you so much," then he started moving, expelling sexy sounds with every thrust. I was probably half conscious because the only thing I could aware of is Chris. Our body synchronized so perfectly and I could feel an intense feeling building up in my stomach. I told Chris to pick up the pace, and soon I reached my climax.

My inner walls clenched and twitched as my orgasm hit me, and this seemed to stimulate Chris so hard. His thrust become shorter as he dropped his forehead on mine, then his body tense up and I feel his warm liquid squirted inside me.

He didn't pull out right away, we stayed in that position for a few minutes as we catch our breath. He pampered my face with light kisses and stood up. "I still want to cuddle with you," he looked at me with pouted lips and puppy eyes, "But this sofa isn't as comfy as my bed." I smiled and got up to collect my clothes, but he stopped me, "No, leave it."

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We snuggled naked under the blanket, feeling content and engulfed in each other's embrace. We talked about a lot of things. "I really miss you, Chris. It feels like, I haven't feel this way in ages. I'm sorry I barely have time for you, for us, in these past few weeks, months even. I'm happy when I'm with you and..." he cut me off by kissing me. "I know, angel, I know, I feel the same way," he cupped my face, "Let's just make up for the lost time, yeah?" He picked me up on top of his body and kissed me again with so much passion.

Needless to say, I didn't got the chance to finish cooking that night ;)