Suicide hotline

Chapter 46: Let Me Make Love To You

Song: Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye

Hope's POV:

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So this is finally the chapter y'all have been waiting so patiently for.

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"You're wish is my command, princess."

Shivers ran down my spine as I gulped, my heart beating fast as Chance began to walk towards me.

It was almost as if he was walking in slow motion.

My mind began to blur and my chin began to lift on its own with my consent. I was now staring deep into the eyes of my boyfriend, my best friend, my soon to be lover; Chance King.

And just like that hot mouth covered my own in a sweet, almost aggressive kiss. His lips felt so soft yet the way he was using them was so rough. 

I loved it.

Chance leant down, grasping the back of my thighs. He gave me the indication to jump and me being the submissive person I am, did as he had silently instructed.

My legs wrapped around his muscled waist as I cupped his cheek in one hand and wrapped my arm around his neck.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he began walking. I felt as though I was floating on a cloud, the way his hot mouth drove me crazy and his hands needing at my hips helped excel the feeling.

I didn't have to open my eyes to know where we were.

"Hold on, I don't think I can walk up the stairs while kissing. I don't want to drop you like I nearly did last time." He chuckled, pulling away.

My mind instantly went back to what had happened last time;

Chance and I were in a heated make out session on the couch.

Chance wanted to be sexy and carry me up the stairs whilst we were still making out. How is this possible? Well that's the thing. It's not.

All of those movies and books I've read were clearly incorrect as soon as Chance had made it a quarter up the stairs, he lost his footing and we ended up falling down the stairs.

To say the least I have a massive bruise on my left thigh and Chance had a bump on his head for about a week.

I came back from my memories and looked at Chance with a dazzling smile and a giggle. I looked back and realized Chance had already walked us up the stairs and we were in his room.

Suddenly, Chance let go of me and I fell right onto his soft, unmade bed.

My cheeks tinted red as his shirt had ridden up my stomach so my light pink panties were on display for his hungry eyes.

He smirked, crawling up my body where his lips met mine in a chaste kiss. Once he pulled back, he was reaching for his drawer where I heard the rustle of numerous pieces of plastic.

"Aha, found it!" He cheered, showing me a black and gold foil which read 'XX Large'.

My face heated up at the thoughts of his manhood.

Now that I really think about it, he was quite large. A very lucky man some might say.

But for me? I don't think I'll be very lucky since my last boyfriend was no where near as big as Chance is and I haven't had sex in quite a long time.