Don't

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He decided that he would rather lounge around today, and when he said that for reason you didn't he think meant at your place. Till you had come around the corner after cleaning up breakfast and saw him laid out, long leg up over the back of the couch. He smiled at you, holding the remote in his hand. You could feel the warmth feeling that washed over you as he hooked his head, willing you to come join him.
He lifted his head so you could sit down, and then rested it back in your lap. His shifted a little till he was comfortable, his eyes went back to your tv. He started flipping through channels to find something to watch. A movie title caught your eye.
"Hey, what about What's Your Number?" You asked, his head turned slightly giving you a funny look. "What it's a good movie!"
"Yeah, how about one I'm not in." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Fine, but it's still a good movie." You giggled. "Could be worse, I could suggest Not Another Teen Movie."
You heard him groan, bringing his hand up to his face. He laughed lightly before looking up at you.
"You went there." He raise an eyebrow.
"Heck yeah, did you think I wouldn't tease you?" You playfully ruffled your fingers through his hair.
Chris nodded his head, he looked back at the screen. You watched as he finally settled on to some cop drama, his body completely relaxing. Chris set the remote on his chest, tucking a hand up under his head, pinning it there on your legs.
You couldn't help the mundane feeling this was bringing you, just having him laying there without a care in the world. He acted like this was normal, like he belonged there, laid out on your couch. You continued to card your fingers through his hair, your eyes on the tv but not really focusing.
You were more focused on how much it should bother you by the fact this didn't feel like what the two of you had agreed upon. This felt like something more, this felt like territory that could lead down the slope to getting hurt. And as much as you wanted to pull away in the moment you couldn't. It had been to long since you had felt this level of comfort and at ease around someone, all you wanted to do was bask in it.
You sighed deeply, trying to push away the nagging feeling that in the end, and you knew there would be, you'd end up getting hurt. Your eyes flicked back down to the man who was oblivious to your inner turmoil. His head was turned to yours, sky blues staring straight up at you. Slowly Chris reached up, tracing his finger under your jawline.
He twisted his body, so he was facing away from the tv. He reached over and lightly grasped your hand, pulling it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles lightly.
"Lay down with me." He command softly, you shifted, sliding yourself between him and the back of the couch. Thankfully your choice on furniture had you buying the larger one, enough room for two.
Chris again traced his finger from ear down your neck, his eyes watching your face intently. He leaned his head forward, lips finding yours. At first the kiss was soft and slow, taking his time, feeling the way your lips moved against his. He slid his hand back, resting it at the base of your skull as his lips flicked across your lips, you opened your mouth allowing him access.
He reached down as his kisses became hungrier, needy, pulling up at the hem of your shirt. He slipped his hand up under the fabric, trailing his way up to your bra. Chris pushed the undergarment up out his way, his skilled fingers find your nipple with ease. You whimpered under his under touch, heat shooting straight to your core.
Chris rolled his hips into you, you brought your leg up, throwing it over his hips in response. You needed more friction as Chris trailed his lips down the side of your face, flicking his tongue out as he found your neck. As soft moan escaped your lips, as he nipped lightly on the skin, your own hips bucked at he did.
"Take your shirt off." He whispered, reaching down for the hem of your shirt again.
Awkwardly you sat up sideway gripping the bottom and pulling it over your head. Chris leaned up, taking your exposed nipple in his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair as he flicked his tongue across the pert bud, he rolled it lightly between his teeth, eliciting a moan from you. His hands ghost behind your back, unhooking your bra before sliding it gently from your shoulder and flinging it across the room.
You reached down and tugged at Chris's shirt, needing to feel his skin again yours. He broke from your body, pulling the fabric off his head tossing it to the side. He came back with force, his lips capturing yours while pushing you back towards to the couch.
Chris grabbed you hips, shifting you so you were laying flat on your back nestling himself between you legs. He kissed down your neck as he grinded his hips against you, you could feel another round of heat and wetness go straight down to your core. Before long he had your pants unbottoned and was gliding them down legs, taking your panties with them.
"God, you're beautiful." He whispered, taking a long look at your body.
He slid himself down, placing a tender kiss on your hip, before working his way lower. You inhaled sharply when his tongue slipped between your folds, feeling him slowly work his way to your clit. He was slow, the way his tongue continued to tease you, flicking lightly against the sensitive nub. You grabbed at the couch cushions, biting your bottom lip as you felt him slowly insert his finger.
Chris increased the pressure rolling his tongue over you, drawing a moan out of you as he hooked his finger, gently stroking that sweet spot inside you. He began sucking, almost driving you over the edge. You screwed your eyes shut, breaths coming out in small quick pants.
"Fuck." You whimpered, he could your walls start to constrict around his fingers.
Chris lifted his head from your mound, watching your face. He smirked to himself as he with drew his fingers from you, leaving you one the edge. Quickly he pulled his own pants down before nestling himself back between your legs. You opened your eyes locking them with his, he pulled your hips up lightly from the couch. His glistening tip was right at your entrance.
You braved yourself waiting him to slam into you as he usually did. Chris didn't this time, he slowly slid his member into wetness. You took him, every tantalizing inch of him till he bottom out. He pulled back, and slid himself back in with a bit more force, his eyes never leaving yours.
"God damn, y/n." He whispered as he slowly started to pick up his pace. "Why do you do this to me?"
You could feel he was holding back, his hips connecting at slower and softer pace then he usually took. It was driving you crazy, your body was wound tight and you wanted to be pushed over the edge.
"Harder, Chris." You whispered, reaching up for him.
That was all he need, the next snap was hard. He pounded into you with force, it took seconds and your coil snapped. Your entire body hummed with bliss as he came just after you. Chris rested his body on yours breathing hard.
"What do you mean by why do you do this me?" You asked, his head laying on your chest.
"That look on your face, you get blissed out look in your eyes, drives me crazy. Fuckin' love it." He breathed hard.
"I do?" You chuckled.
"Yeah, so you wanna come with me to Milan?" He asked, turning his face up to meet yours.