Life with Evans

Snuggling's fun and all but...

My parents we're fine with me seeing Evans in the evenings, and after Wednesday they weren't even really home much. Mum had practically married us off, Dad was pleased that I was happy and once they were distracted with a bit of work, they stopped their efforts to get him back to the house again.

Chris had been very sweet, he'd cooked dinner the Tuesday night and we had a picnic lunch on the Wednesday. He'd taken me on a little tour of where he grew up, first kiss over there, first fight here and so on. We'd gone out for dinner on the Wednesday night we had just pulled back up to his house when his phone rang for about the 4th time in the last hour or so.

"Ok so that's my Mom." He said turning to me in the car. "She knows something is up 'cos I've not been raiding her fridge"

"Right?"

"What do I tell her?"

"What ever you like" I smiled. I wasn't telling him what he should and shouldn't tell his mum.

"Well if I tell her I'm seeing someone then she'll want to meet you" as soon as he said it I swallowed hard. "And if I lie she'll know I'm up to something as she knows when I'm not telling the truth" he looked like a lost puppy his eyes pleading slightly for me to help out.

"Ok well then say I'm a friend from a film, I've been in town and you've been helping me out and I've been rewarding you with dinner, so that's why you've not needed to go to hers"

"Sounds good, she's still going to want to meet you" he said matter of factly.

"Then we'll go and say hi. You've met my parents under the guise of just friends, I'm sure we can do it again" I smiled and he looked better.

"You sure?"

"Of course. We can't have her worrying about you" I winked and got out of the car. He must have called her as I went in as by the time he'd caught me up lunch was arranged for tomorrow.

He wound his arms around my waist as I got s drink from the kitchen. "You're awesome, you know that?" He kissed my neck as his hands trailed down my body.

"As of matter of fact, I do know that" I joked and ran my fingers though his hair. His hands got lower and his fingers made their way between my legs under my skirt.

"You're so fucking hot" He growled into my neck as I felt his dick harden in his pants as I ground back slightly. His fingers worked my clit and I reached behind and fumbled for his fly. He knocked my hand away and took over. He freed himself from his pants and bent me forward over the kitchen island. I heard him get a condom from his wallet and the wrapper tear. He knelt down and pulled my panties off kissing back up my legs, his tongue quickly licking my folds on the way back up. He pulled my hips towards his and filled me deeply with one thrust.

"Jesus, Chris. Fuck!" I gripped onto the counter as he hammered into me. He pulled at my hips, his fingers gripping me hard. He was really going for it. It was a proper turn on, we'd barely been through the door two minutes, we both still hand on most of our clothes and here he was bending me over the kitchen counter.

"Awh, yes baby! Fuck! You feel so good! Fuck!" He reached forward with one hand and pulled on my shoulder. The other hand snaked forward and rubbed at my clit.

"Yes that it Evans. Fuck!" I came as he thrust hard and came himself. He lay forward on me slightly, both of us panting hard.

"Fuck! Argh, I needed that! Sorry baby" he pulled out and disposed of the condom in the bin before he span me round. "You ok?"

"Yeah" I smiled with that just fucked glow. "I think I needed that too. Like, snuggly sex in bed is fucking awesome too, but I gotta admit that ... that kinda... umm well, you know?"

"Bend you over the counter and fuck you kind sex is fun too?" He tilted his head and looked like a fucking god. "Come on. Let's go snuggle" he winked, pulled his pants up, picked me up and carried me to bed.

I slept well when I was with him. It was great. We settled for bed and I'd be asleep in minutes and then we'd always manage a lie in the next day. His alarm woke us at 10, the dog was tamping at the door waiting to be let out and we decided to get up quickly and go for a run.

Evans took us on his 'easy' route but by the time we'd got home I was exhausted. "You trying to kill me so I don't have to meet your mum?" I slumped on the sofa with the bottle of water he'd grabbed.

"Ha! Really. That wasn't that bad. I thought you were a super hero" he teased.

"I was. I am not now. I don't think I've done any strenuous exercise since we finished filming, I'm like 90% wine and chocolate" I flopped back and be smoothed my hair out of my face.

"Sounds delicious. You smell a little more like sweat than chocolate though" he joked as he ruffled my hair and skipped off. "Come on, you showering - or meeting my Mom like that?" He called from his way to his bathroom. I dragged my self up to join him in the shower.