Small World

Eighteen.

Editing the video took two days. Since I was expecting a lot of questions, I knew this video would need a lot of work so I filmed the video earlier in the week to make sure it was completed before Kristen's wedding next weekend.
Kristen and I had talked about the location of the wedding, a winery in Northern California, and how secluded it would be so it would be perfect to avoid paparazzi. She also made sure to inform the staff of the winery for any precautions to take if it wasn't secluded enough.

Chris would finally be back in LA before the wedding. He flew to Boston to pick up Dodger and see his family before coming back. We talked a little about what we would do when he got back but would instantly be distracted by the sexual frustration. I told him I would be working on finishing editing today so that I didn't have anything to do this weekend.
I wanted to ask him to be my date to Kristen's wedding in person. It would be the first time we would be attending something together as a couple.

I found myself moving from my desk to my bed multiple times during editing. I was also taking breaks to take Deeohgee outside to go potty and remember to eat. It had been a solid two hours of editing at my desk before I looked around for Deeoh in my room. He was fast asleep stretched across my bed. I giggled at his adorableness and stretched my body in my chair.
A knock on my bedroom door woke him up, resulting in him trotting to the door.

"Yes?" I asked the door. I heard it open to see Mykie's head pop in the small opening.
"Hyallo!" She said, laughing. "How's editing coming along?" She walked inside my room, shut the door behind her quickly.
"Ummm." I glanced at the screen then back to her when she started playing with my ponytail. "I've edited 45 minutes of footage to 20 minutes so I'm just checking over everything now."
"Oh! So, you're done?" I contorted my facial expression.
"I think so...wh—"
"No reason. This is a cute ensemble." She pointed at my baggy Star Wars shirt, no bra and black leggings. I kept my expression the same. "I'll come bug you later." She was already to the door when I turned around.
"Mykie? You don't have to—" The door slammed shut. Questioning her odd behavior wasn't something I did regularly so I started watching the footage again when a knock on the door startled me. I got up from my chair to open the door. "Mykie! I told you—" It wasn't Mykie. Chris took off his baseball hat, smiling from ear to ear. I stood frozen, holding the door open. "Oh, my god." I whispered.

"Hi baby. Surprise."
"Oh, my god!!" I yelled, leaping into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, which has now become a ritual when we are reunited. He flung the hat onto my bed then held onto my butt. I could feel his lips kissing my neck but I just wanted to hug him. Inhaling his scent, I could see Mykie behind us grabbing Deeohgee's leash from the hook on the wall and calling him to her. She gave me a thumbs up after latching the leash to his collar.
"I'll take him for a walk." Mykie mouthed to me, giggling. I waved to them, still holding onto Chris' broad shoulders. Chris carried me inside the room. I connected our lips in multiple pecks before kissing him passionately.

"I...missed...you." He tried to say, breaking our lips apart. I held his face in my hands and smiled at the stubble growing back already.
"I missed you more, babe." He shook his head, throwing me onto my bed. A squeal escaped my lips when he threw off his jacket, crawled on the bed to be between my legs and held his body above mine. I was already clawing at the bottom of his shirt, connecting our lips in a long kiss again. Feeling the smile in his kiss made me want to rip his clothes off. I lifted the shirt up but he took it off, letting it fall to the ground. He helped me sit up so I could remove my shirt and leggings then throwing them to the ground as well.

I gradually returned my back to the bed as I ran my fingertips from his neck, down the curves of his defined pecks, scratching at his stomach before stopping at his belt. He straightened his body. I watched him remove his belt and unbuckle his jeans. His member already standing at attention under his briefs had me growling for it to be inside of me. He kept his eyes connected with mine while he lowered his jeans and briefs to his knees. I dropped my eyes, biting my lip admiring his body and cock.

"Look at me, baby." He whispered, so gently. I lifted my eyes back to his. His fingertips traced the top of my underwear, sending my legs into a trembling frenzy. I raised my waist as he began to remove the underwear then raised my legs between us. His lips kissed my ankles and calves like the gentle wings of a butterfly. The rough scraping of the stubble turned me on even more. I kept my eyes glued to his.
Keeping his hands on my legs, caressing the skin, he managed to push his cock inside of me. I gasped a deep breath and releasing it in soft moans. His grip onto my ankles got tighter with every slow thrust of his hips. With one hand on each ankle, he assisted me in lowering my legs to the bed. He could now enter me deeper, causing me to gasp again.
The deep but prolonged thrusts of his cock continued, along with our intense eye contact. He dropped his body to be completely against mine. Our hands explored the endless amount of skin. He quickened his pace only slightly. His voice was raspy when he kept instructing me to look into his eyes whenever they ventured away. I started to move my hips to his rhythm. I could see how badly he wanted to close his eyes to enjoy the feeling but he kept them on me.
As if he was reading my mind, he quickened his pace even more. I dug my nails into his back. The orgasm started building.

"Oh, my god...I'm gonna cum." I moaned.
"Me, too. Keep looking at me..." He growled. "...cum with me." I scratched his skin deeper at the demand. I kept my eyes locked onto his as the intense orgasm caused my legs to tremble.
"I'm cumming." I announced quietly. He cupped my face with his hands, pounding me harder for a few seconds before he started filling me with his cum.
Our eyes locked onto each other with our bodies close. A smile curled his lips as he brought his lips to mine. The passionate kiss weakened me more than the orgasm.