Semper Fi: Always there for you.

4. Morning storm.

It all started on the couch.
They devoured the Pad Thaï Chris had cooked while she was working. He was surprisingly pretty handy in the kitchen and he knew she had never tried Thaï food before.
Jess made those noises while stuffing her mouth with those delicious food, the same noises she mewled when he shoved his fingers inside her. The thoughts made him hungry for more than just noodles and peanuts.
She couldn't help but think how skilled he was with delicate things, inside and outside the kitchen.

They ate and laughed until their stomach hurt, then opted for a cuddle on the couch and a movie.
She picked up the movie, he settled them on their side, comfortably spooned, their fingers tightly intertwined, which provided them the closeness she wanted and the control he needed. Her fingers trapped in his would kept her from adventurous strokes, as well as his pathetic excuses.
He could and would be handsy if things turned hot, but he still would have to deny her free access to his crotch.
He figured out things would turn to serious matters very soon and that he would need to sort things out, clean his shit up with a therapist or an exorcism, whatever.

But then, all he wanted was to focus on his little kitty purring against his chest, the smell of her hair tickling his nose, her. He glanced a few times at the movie and when he realized it was not a romantic flick with no sloppy kisses nor sex scene on the horizon, scooted closer after having warned his dick to stay still.

They fell asleep, in the warmth of each other, the movie running for nobody for a solid hour before Chris opened an eye. They both had moved in their sleep, following their subconscious needs. Their legs were entangled, his hand had found its way between her thighs and cupped her sex. Her hand covered his, trapping it down there.

Goddammit! Chris could feel her sweetness through her pants, and it made his own tighten. Maybe he could press or even swirl his fingertips, just to feel more of her...
No.

Behave Cal.

Slippery rope, it might wake her up and she might want more.

Shit.
The beast inside him woke up first. Now he had to tame it but he knew it would be impossible with his hand stuck between her creamy thighs.
He had to move but still, decided to enjoy both her folds through her jeans and his hardening member. It was as good as it was dangerous, and he knew he would pay for that. But please, let him enjoy, just for a minute or two.

His hips unwillingly bucked forward, making him harder in the second and having Jess sighing sweetly in her dream. Her ass wiggled against his fucking boner and that was the red flag he wanted to avoid.

Chris froze and mentally counted to 100, making sure she was sound asleep. Then, he carefully untangled his body from hers before swiping her off the couch and walking them in her bed.
She mumbled in her sleep, something that sounded like his name and her hands clutched at his shirt.

Chris had planned to set her one side of the bed and stay the farthest away from here, not to yield to the temptation of her flesh, but that is not what happened. Jess stayed hooked at his neck, humming against his skin while settling herself comfortably on him, using his torso as a giant pillow.

Chris fought hard not to roll over her and devour her lips, nonetheless indulging himself in a long stare of her perfect face and a few strokes along her back and thigh, then forced his hand still on the curve of her hip.
Her rounded ass at grabbing distance was a torture but he somehow managed to tame his desire and fall asleep.

Chris woke up again to the first light of the day and feather like strokes under his shirt, drawing the lines of his 6 packs, then circles around his nipples. Leaving goosebumps all over.