Guys My Age ~ Christopher Velez

Cherries

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Letting Christopher book our hotel might've been the best decision I've ever made. You know, apart from marrying him, of course.

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All these lights could never compare to how brightly you shine, mi amor

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"Cherries?"

"Mhm, but not just any cherries. Rainier, your favorite,"

Christopher smiled proudly, pointing to the plate of mixed fruits on the table with a bowl of the yellowish cherries in the center. They were one of the more expensive types of that specific fruit, originating in Washington State where Mt. Rainier resided. Hence the name of the cherry. More importantly, they happened to be one of Zoe's favorite foods that she so rarely got to eat. He was quite proud of the fact he found them, let alone that he was able to get them all the way in Paris.

"I can't believe you remembered," Zoe mused happily, stepping out onto the hotel balcony. She slowly grasped one of the cherries, dragging her attention away from Christopher's actions. With his bare and very distracting chest suddenly pressed against her back, he noticed that she was wearing next to nothing under her silk robe. "How did you even manage to get these?" Zoe questioned, slowly turning so they were face to face. He simply shrugged, to which she rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, keep your secrets. Want one?" She offered up one cherry in between her acrylics, not expecting him to lean forward and take the entire piece of fruit in his mouth, stem and all. "Christopher, the stem-"

A finger was produced in her face, telling her to wait. Christopher smirked, Zoe watching his tongue press against the inside of his cheek with a confused look on her face. Two seconds later, he plucked a red stem from his mouth to reveal his finished project; a perfect knot. Zoe gaped at him in shock, the smirk on his face only growing in size. Pressing two fingers under her chin, Christopher closed Zoe's jaw for her before parting his lips to speak.

"Don't look so shocked, Mamita," He tugged her as close as possible by the front of her robe, placing his lips by her ear. "You already know how skilled my tongue is," Christopher smirked against the soft skin of Zoe's neck, listening to the hitch in his wife's breath. Zoe pressed her palm to his abdomen, feeling the defined muscles clench under her touch. She stroked each line with the tips of her fingers as he kissed all down her throat, sucking just enough to leave splotchy purple spots. Her head fell back, robe falling down her shoulders to expose the tops of her breasts. 

"Let's go inside,"

"Or," Christopher kissed downward, in between her cleavage, and slowly slipped her robe lower while pushing her into a chair on the balcony. "I could have you right here," He pushed her knees apart and yanked her to the edge of the seat, looking up at her to make sure he wasn't pushing boundaries.  Zoe gnawed on her bottom lip, giving him the slightest nod. She was too eager to care if anyone from the surrounding balconies could see them under the night sky. Christopher wasted no time in placing his mouth on her, drawing what she assumed was random patterns on her clit and sliding a finger inside of her. It wasn't until her eyes were screwed shut and her head had fallen back that she realized he was drawing letters.

His name, to be exact.

Cocky son of a bitch was claiming her pussy like it didn't already belong to him.

"Fuck," Zoe whined, arching her back off of the chair she was already on the edge of. Her hand weaved through his hair, tugging gently on the ends as his movements sped up. Christopher curved his fingers at the perfect angle, knowing he'd hit the perfect spot by her following sentence. "Right there, fuck!" She moaned, legs shaking as she reached her pleasurable peak. Raising his head with a self-satisfied smirk, Christopher sucked his fingers clean and placed a sloppy kiss on her lips. Zoe wrapped her legs around his torso, greedily nibbling on his lower lip to elicit a groan from her husband. Pulling back with hooded eyes, she smiled deviously and placed her lips beside his ear. "I want you to fuck me against the railing so everyone can see,"

"Oh Dios mío," He muttered, lifting her off of the chair and spinning her around so her chest was pressed against the metal encasing their balcony. His sweatpants were quickly pushed down to his ankles, lining himself up with where he so desperately wanted to be. "I fucking love you," Christopher muttered against Zoe's neck as he slid inside of her, her arm curling backward and around his neck. She turned her head to the side, burying her face in his arm to muffle what had become increasingly loud moans with every snap of his hips. 

"I'm close," She whimpered, gasping when she felt one of his hands creep down toward her clit, the other tightly grasping her chest. "Dale, Mamita," Christopher swore when she came around him a few seconds later, her clenching causing him to follow suit not even a whole five seconds later. He collapsed backward into the chair, pulling Zoe with him since he had yet to pull out. "Oh, and I love you too," Zoe added, realizing she'd never responded to his heated claim from a few minutes ago. Simultaneously, the newlyweds broke out into a fit of tired giggles. "You know, I really hope there wasn't any paparazzi around,"

"Meh, if so I hope they enjoyed the show. I sure did,"

"Cheeky bastard,"

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A/N - Howdy, my loves. Sorry that I've taken so long to update, everything is very hectic in my life at the moment! Also it might be a few more days before another update, but I decided to leave you guys with this for now ;)