This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 10

Negan's lips crash onto Chuck's as she grasps the back of his neck and pulls him into her. His surprisingly soft lips work over her own until she opens her mouth to him. His tongue meets with hers and begins an eager dance, exploring the confines of her mouth.

Chuck savors the feel of him, his lips on hers, his hand on her neck, his body enveloping hers. His actions are so soft and caring, not rough and fast like she had experienced before. All of this feels new to her and the fact that Negan is the one giving her these feelings is a bit surprising. She knows that he's not in love with her and that she isn't in love with him, either, but she trusts him completely. Why shouldn't she trust him to give her pleasure, too. The first she would ever have.

She brings her hand to his shoulder, sliding it down his bare chest, and around to his toned back. She holds him against her as his sloppy kisses travel down the front of her neck to her collarbone. The feeling of his warm mouth on her skin causes her to bite her bottom lip and tilt her head back to grant him more access.

He pulls away from her and sits back on his knees beside her, staring down at her trembling form, surveying just what his actions are doing to her. It looks to Chuck like he's unsure about he is doing.

She doesn't want him to stop, so she sits up to join him and pulls her tank top up and over her head, tossing it aside. She looks into his eyes, hoping that she's conveying confidence in her decision to keep going. She figures that his hesitance is rooted in the fact that he's unsure if she really wants this.

"Fuck," he whispers, his breathing heavy as his gaze rakes over her naked torso.

She slowly closes the space between them, gently grasping his face with both hands and pulling it back to hers. Once she softly brings her lips to his, the uncertainty leaves his face. He wraps his strong arms around her and pushes her back down into the bed, causing her to shriek out a giggle.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" He chuckles and bites his lip, looking down at her as he props himself up above her.

"I can't laugh?" She bites her own lip and smiles as she rubs her hands up his chest and snakes them around his neck to bury into his hair.

"Not during sex. You'll give a guy a fuckin' complex." He smiles before placing passionate kisses on her neck.

"I'm having fun. Don't you laugh when you're having fun?" She giggles innocently then gasps as he bites her gently on shoulder.

"You're such a fucking good girl," Negan whispers in her ear with a grin. He languidly slides his hand down the length of her side to her hipbone. Carefully, he slides his fingers under the waistband of her pajama pants and pushes them down along with her underwear, fully exposing her to him.

Chuck is nervous at the thought of what is about to happen, but she most certainly wants it. She knows that Negan is the perfect man to be her first real sexual partner. She trusts that he would never hurt her and, if she told him to stop, he would.

Negan repositions himself to sit on his knees between her legs, running his hands up her milky thighs and spreading them slightly. "Fuck. You have the prettiest fuckin' pussy," Negan rasps before running his fingers through her curly red hair and over her outer lips. "Mmm. You're so wet for me already." He pushes one of his fingers into her slowly, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Fuck, baby. You're so perfect. You sure you're okay with this?" He asks as he runs his free hand up her naked torso.

"Yes. I want it, Negan." Her voice is breathless, giving away just how turned on she is, if the wetness between her legs isn't sign enough. Her hands find the waistband of his boxer briefs and nudge them down. Negan gets the hint and takes them off fully.