-Thanks for taking me home- She said
-You are welcome - Chris replied
She did not know what to say next but he was still standing there. Waiting. Suddenly, everything seemed to be frozen except for the fact that he was leaning closer to her.
Chris's lips touched hers softly and gently before he quickly pulled back. He was unsure about his actions. His face was still very close proximity to hers as he awaited her response to the kiss.
She did not know what it was but something in her, beyond her control, seemed to take over her body. Her lips crashed back into his and her arms wrapped around his neck. I can tell that he was just as surprised as she was when they pulled back.
By now, we had both of them in the house with the door shut.
She mentally thanked God Charly was not home tonight as Chris pressed her against the wall, their lips disconnecting and reconnecting every-so-often. They has both kicked of their shoes upon entering.
-Jump - Chris whispered breathlessly into her ear.
She obeyed his orders and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her by her bum but he was not really caring about the fact that he was touching her.
-Where is your room? - He asked in a low voice again.
-Upstairs. The first door to the left. - Mary replied quickly.
Whilst Chris carried her to her room, she focused on his neck. In all honesty, she had absolutely no clue what she was doing but he seemed to be enjoying it. Lips left gentle kisses trailing up the soft skin of his neck. By the time he got into her room, she was kissing alone his jawline.
He laid her down on the soft duvet covering her bed an got over top of her. His legs were on either side of hers as he pulled off his shirt. She laid there silently, biting her lip and intently watching every move he made. Chris leaned over her and kissed her lips slowly. Whilst she was preoccupied with the kiss, his hand slipped under the bottom of her shirt and gently took her waist. She gasped into the kiss causing Chris to smirk. His hand trailed down the skin of her stomach.
-Chris, I... I have never -
-Ssh, I know - He sad comfortingly as his hand stroked her hair. - We can go slow - he promised.
She nodded her head. Why was she even doing this, she did not quite understand. Something about him just made her want him and not in just this way. He kind of made her feel safe, se just did not want to acknowledge the feeling that had been there since that evening in the corridor. I guess now she was trusting it.
She sat up slowly and Chris helped her remove her shirt. He then unbottoned her jeans as he kissed down her stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps every time a feathery light kiss was left on her skin. She raised her lips to try and assist him in ridding her of the material covering her legs. Chris's lips finally met hers again, their lips moving in sync as she struggled to undo his jeans. After she had successfully unbottoned and unzipped then, Chris broke away and took them off.
He stared at her and all of a sudden, she felt extremely self-conscious. He laid down on his back and brought her over top of him. His hands brought her face down gently to have her lips meeting his in a soft kiss.
-You are beautiful, okay? - He pressured making sure that she understood why his gaze had stayed on her so long.
She gave him a small smile, trying to hide why she had just started to feel inside of her.
-What is wrong? - He asked, eyebrow a furrowed.
-I...
-You are not ready?
She nodded.
-Okay - Chris said.
Okay? This truly was the most risky thing he had ever done since he ate an ant on fifth grade. His heart was beating at the speed of light and he was short of breathe.
-Really? - She asked surprised.
-I should go anyway - He said letting her roll off him and sitting up.
-Ok
He smiled and nodded gently. She got up from bed and bent over to pick up his shirt.
-Ugh please do not do that again - Chris groaned
-What? Bend over?
-Yes
-Like this - She playfully pretended to drop his shirt and then bent over to pick it up again.
-Why must you torture me?
She shrugged and threw the shirt to him
-It is fun.
