Chris Brown & August Alsina Imagines

Art

Morning whispered its sweet hello, nudging my exhausted limbs to wake from my pleasing slumber. Or so, I had thought it was nature’s beckoning call. As I felt a limp finger press against the sole of my chest, a rather raspy voice muttered my name and the fresh aroma of tea sizzled my taste buds; I knew it wasn’t natures sweet calling.

Ignore him, he’ll go away eventually.

But he only continued, the pressing of his delicate fingers drumming intensely against my chest. Slowly opening my eyes, honey rich irises, sprinkled in morning awakening and sultry lust poured into my soul, shaking every bone in my exhausted body. Clutching the beige mug of tea in one hand, his other reached to trace a fine line across my jaw, lips pursed in a soft smile.

"Morning," he whispered, irises still penetrating my wailing expression.

I was speechless, too caught in his tremendous beauty that I hitched my breath. He handed me the mug of blistering tea, even blowing the smoky steam rising from it into the midst of our bedroom. Slowly sitting up, the silk of the covers uncovered my bosoms, revealing my erect nipples and millions of goosebumps rising from breast to bone.

"Thank you," I murmured, the growling raspiness in my voice curling alive.

I cleared my throat of my morning vocals, hoping the delicious taste of the tea could help open my cords. Crouching out his slumped position, that same mesmerizing smile pampered his freckled beauty, striking lower half tucked in his sweats. Bringing the mug of tea to my lips, the delicious scent of honey and sugary spices tickled my nose and I flushed. He always knew how to prepare it.

"What are you doing up so early? Change of plans for work?"

I questioned, noticing that a relaxing horizon of chilled beige and plush gold kissed the baby blue sky, striking rays of the collaborating colors pooling in my window. It had to be around 8 here, no later than 10 perhaps. With this chilly November weather, it’ll be pure baby blue skies and stormy winds by 11; perfect weather for endless cuddling and love making.

"This entire week.. I’m yours. Unbooked every client, interview, meeting; it was all eating valuable time I could be with you. Right here."

Jesus. My fingers trembled, the delicious thought of his freckled beauty hovering me, pressing fine kisses against my lips, gentle fingers cupping my sex, naughty words slipping from his plump lips to my ear, sending endless shivers through my body. The picture of it all was deliciously pleasant and I silently praised to myself.

"You don’t know how much I’ve missed your touch, Chris. It’s unbearable to not miss you, to not want you next to me."

For four months, Chris was on business travel in Hong Kong, Thailand and Japan. Something concerning international business, how he and his oldest cousin were interested into investing in a rich temple in the heart of Asia. They came back with smiles just as bright as the golden texture of the temples, but he had to tend to work left for him due to his absence. He couldn’t even fit a 20 minute lunch break into his hectic schedule and God, how I had missed this man’s touch dearly. It all drove me mad.

Now, with a tamed schedule and valuable time to make love to me, he took the matter in his deliciously tender hands. Slipping into my apartment with the spare key I’d given to him last night, I waltzed in from a tiring night of work to have him purely nude on my love seat, slowly drinking a glass of Red Wine. If I could explain the cluttered feelings broiling through me at that moment, it’ll take me a decade.

"I know you have baby and I want to make up for loss time. Every single second if it."

Setting the mug of tea on the dresser alongside the bed, the delicious taste of the honey liquid lingered on my tongue.

"Please.. please do."

I ached for him, longed for him to make sweet endless love to me. To have me withering to my last breath, to embrace every muscle on him. With the opportunity sprouting before me like healthy roses bloomed in the spring, I relaxed into the sheets, letting his slick body press against me. Allowing my thighs to fall open as he rested between them, his velvety lips pampered my collar bone with sweet kisses. Stroking a long finger against my sex, he smoothly cupped my clit, the vibrations pulsing through me hotly.

"I live for this. The tight hold of it, the warmth of it, I live for every limb on you. And it’s mine, all mine."

The morning rasp of his voice had me quivering, ears burning in hot pleasure from such taunting words. With shimmering eyes, each wave glistened in fiery arousal and ravishing hankering. He slipped his finger ever so softly inside me, releasing a sensual growl, plump lip trapped in the tight clutch of his teeth. Erotic admiration pampered his freckled beauty, his mesmerizing flaw of his crooked tooth glistening like crystals as he revealed a greedy smile.

"How does it feel baby?"

"S-so good, God."

I whimpered, the delicious taunting and soothing touches all driving me up the yearning wall he was exposing me to. Pressing his free palm into the mattress, he hushed my begging wails with a thirsty kiss, tongue lathering and sucking every delectable part in my hungry mouth. Goodness, if I could let Chris devour me whole, Lord knows I would.

"I need you inside me, please."

I never longed for something so much in my entire life. I felt my chest tightening, swollen nipples erecting at the fine touch of his caressing, clenching hole craving for all of Chris. Just not his elegant and gifted fingers. I felt myself slipping away, bone slipping from bone, my horny soul eroding away as his touches became sweeter, almost too much to bare.

"Let me know that you need me, long for me. Show me how much I drive you crazy, baby. Give it all to me."

Jesus. I was already baring it all underneath his lengthy structure. One more thrilling press and I’ll explode in wailing begs, throaty breathes; fuck, it was all too much.

"More," I croaked, voice cracking in powerful arousal.

Drilling sweetly into me, the soft nub of his finger snaked along my throbbing spot and I jolted in boisterous exhales, begging more than ever at this point. He was at the bridge of tossing me into the lake of intense pleasure, and all I wanted was more. Dammit, I needed much more.

"Look at me," he softy demanded.

The soft golden color of his irises swirled in intoxicating, mesmerizing and yearning emotion, and I moaned desperately. Never had I felt so vulnerable under his touch, and here I was, nearly begging to release as his fingers teasingly grazed and punctured the sweet spot deep in me. I was so close.

"Don’t you dare turn from me when you cum."

Gripping the fine lace of our sheets, I gasped as he pooled his fingers even deeper, perfectly pressing my sweet spot.

"Chris, ugh!"

I couldn’t take it much longer. In one long, wailing, boisterous moan, I released all that I had on his gifted fingers and I flushed when I felt a pint of liquid spurt from me. But he didn’t stop, didn’t let me catch my breath. But continued to deliciously curl and pound in me and I desperately squirted, pussy begging to tap out from Chris’ fingers.

"Keep cumming, just like that baby."

"Chris, baby, please!"

Surprisingly, I kept squirting till I was completely spent, throat burning from the raspy screams I had released.

"Oh, I’m not finished with you.."

Ah fuck.