The relationship contract

Chapter 41

When Kristine awakened, Chris was still fast asleep beside her, his hand dangling possessively at her waist. She carefully removed his hand and stood up to get a glass of water, but before she did she couldn't resist looking at him. How could a man still looked hot even when asleep?? She shook her head sadly. She's so crazy to have agreed to this "agreement." He can never be hers. When she was young, she thought of breaking his walls, to have his complete trust.. And when she got older, she thought she had grown wiser, her mission upgraded too, but she wasn't even near to her goals than what she is now. She could never win his heart. She went to put Chris undershirt and went to his drawers to look for fresh undies that she could put on then went outside the room.

Kristine's hair was being swept by the wind. It was cold allright, because she was only wearing Christian's undershirt which just reached just above her thigh. It smelled of him, Kristine thought sniffing it again. His scent was enough to make her want him again. He was an expert lover. A skilled one acquired from the number of his experiences. Thinking of him with his many past bedmates always drove her to insanity. She felt him first beside him even before he spoke.

"Kris its cold, what are you doing in the balcony??" Christian whispered huskily hugging her from behind. She felt his instant hardness pressing at her back and she want to go limp. A gush of hot liquid came out of her.

"I borrowed your undies in your drawer." She muttered.

"You shouldn't have babe..." HE nipped her neck with his teeth then used his tounge to soothe the sting. She smelled of him. His hands went inside her undershirt to gently cup her breast.

"Chris." She uttered breathlessly, and Christian couldn't help but be aroused by her tone, the way she uttered his name. "Chris were on the balcony." Kristine protested. She looked down at the city lights below. It was foggy below.

Jesus Christ. Christian wanted to have her again. He was rock hard. He slipped his fingers at her briefs and found her wet and it almost shattered his control. He shakily and urgently pushed it down while his other hand worked their magic and stroked her there skillfully. She panted and had to grope the railings to steady herself.

"Christian!!" she shouted as she felt his arousal behind her. He angled her head and kissed her deep and Kristine was lost in his kiss and the sudden thrust put her to so much pleasure that she couldn't help but moan.

"Fuck it babe, you're so hot!!" Christian rasped too, as he thrust in and out of her while he continued to stroke her breast, cupping them, molding her to him. He kissed her nape, her shoulder blades as he emptied himself in her depths. Within seconds, her climax followed.

"Babe let's go inside before you catch colds," he said softly as he scooped her in his arms as if she was lightweight. Her hands went to circle around his neck and her lips went to his ear.

"Chris I think balconies are great," she murmured drowsily. He couldn't help but smile. No, balconies weren't great... you were, he thought.