One Night

Mine

*Savanna's POV*

I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought as Chris carried me to his room, our lips mashed together and his hands resting in me ass, his fingers pressing into it. Was I really ready to jump into another relationship so quickly? He did lie to me and forced Josh to stay out of pity....

But you needed Josh to be there. You can't blame Chris. He did it out of love. As my thoughts raged a war in my head, Chris lowered me onto his bed, bracing himself on a leg and arm to not crush me He pulled away and started to lift up my dress. Involuntarily, my hands went to cover myself. He stopped and looked at me.

"If you don't want to," he said, sounding a bit disappointed. I looked away, sighing, feeling guilty. He laid down next to me, facing the ceiling, his face blank. "I understand." I rolled over and looked at him, propping my head on my hand.

"There's not really anything to understand, Chris. This," I said, motioning to the both of us. "Is a lot more intimate than the first time." I blushed, flashbacks going through my mind. He turned his head to look at me. "And, now that I know what you've done-"

"To help you! To make sure that you were ok," he interjected angrily.

"I know," I sighed. "But it made me question whether-"

"Question what? Whether I care for you? Whether I love you?" he said, defensively,  sitting up. He got off the bed, his eyes angry but a hint of sadness laced in too. He crossed his arms, frowning at me, as I sat up.

"I don't doubt that you do love me; I'm just not sure if I'm ready to be in a relationship after everything that happened between us," I admitted getting on my knees. He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He turned and sat on the bed, his back to me. It broke my heart to see him turn away. His phone rang and it went to voicemail after a while.

"Hey Chris! It's Danielle from the Texans Cheerleanding Squad, I was just calling to see if we could go on a date this Friday? Maybe we can go see a movie? Or maybe I can just come over like last time! Damn babe, that was sooo much fun!! Anyways call me baby!" She made a kissing sound and hung up. The machine beeped, letting us know that the whore was done talking (no offense whatsoever to her. Idk her personally and i'm sure she's not like this).

I felt like I couldn't breathe. The thought of Chris with another woman pissed me off to no end. My hands formed fists and my breaths came in huffs. I was seeing red. I wanted to scream and punch something, perferably her for calling my Chris and asking him out on a fucking date. She hinted that they might sleep together and I wanted to fucking puke. Like she had a chance. In fucking hell and over my damn dead body. Chris turned to look at me, his grey blue eyes watching my reaction as my hands started to shake. A familiar sting hit my eyes and I blinked it away.

"Don't go out with her," I grumbled, not breaking eye contact. He blinked, his face full of surprise.

"You are mine," I said before I reached for him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him on top of me. His hands went to my waist. "Don't you ever look or touch another woman," I threatened before biting his bottom lip gently. He nodded.

"Why would I?" he asked. "I have you now, right?" I pulled away for a second, my green eyes catching his grey-blue ones.

"Damn right," I said, before pressing my lips to his. 

I kissed him like I was about to die and he was my only life source. His lips were so soft and firm against mine. I could kiss them all the time. He kissed me back with the sam ferosicty, my every kiss and nip met with one of his own. His hands gripped my waiste and he pulled me to him. I felt my dress being slid up my body and I didn't care. His hands burned trails along my ribs before they went to caress my breasts. I shivered under his expert touch and I ached for more. I nipped his lip before I moved away to catch my breath. His lips moved to my neck and he sucked on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. 

"Christopher," I gasped. He moaned. 

"I love it when you say my name." 

I smiled. "Make love to me, Christopher." He pulled away, his blue eyes assessing me. 

"Are you sure this time?" he asked, slowly. I nodded. "Good, because babe, I'm going to make you mine." He pressed his lips to mine once more. 

My body responded instantly. My leg wrapped itself around his waist, pressing him down to me. I could feel his length pressing into my thigh. His hands found this zipper on my dress and soon my dress was thrown onto the floor and my bra and underwear soon followed suit. Chris massaged my breasts as he positioned himself. I could feel the head pressing into my core. His eyes caught mine. 

"Last chance for you to say no," he warned. I frowned. 

"Christopher James, I've already told you that I'm yours so why are you asking?" I snapped. 

"Because you already said no on-ahhhhhh!" he moaned as I slammed my hips onto his length. I was tired of talking. 

He bit his lip as he gripped my hips and pushed into me. His length was so big and long. It felt so right in me. It was like he was made for me. I grinded my hips into him, moaning when he gripped my hips and moved into me faster. My skin was tingling with every touch and my lungs felt like they were going to burst. Chris hovered above me, his lips tracing patterns along my breasts, my neck and my face. I wrapped my arms around him and I felt something building in my stomach. It was going to be my release. I moaned as he slowed down. He pushed into me harder this time, making me squeal. He did it again and again, each time making the feeling in my stomach tighten. He kept going and soon the tightening in my stomach was too much for me to take. He pushed into me one last time, going to the hilt. 

"CHRIS!" I screamed, as my orgasm came. He moaned from above me. 

"Jesus christ, sav," he huffed, laying on top of me, his own release coming as well. His head landed on my breasts and we layed there, catching our breaths, our hearts racing in our chests, arms wrapped around each other, legs intertwined. 

"Mine," he hummed, kissing my breast. I smiled, stroking his hairs. I hmmed my agreement.