Pairing: Chris Motionless x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk
Chris and the reader are close friends. Chris sees the readers blog and feels bold enough to make a move. Romance and smut ensue.
It was almost midnight. You had been texting your friend, Chris, for hours. This went on nearly every day. No matter what the two of you were doing, you always found time to text. Sometimes, you’d even talk on the phone or facetime with one another. He’d become one of your closest friends, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d developed a pretty serious crush on him, as well.
Chris was almost home from a two month tour. You hadn’t seen him in person since before it began, and you were already making plans to hang out once he was home.
“So, I’ll be home on Friday, and we should be able to hang out this weekend,” the text read.
“Okay, awesome. Do you want me to come to your house, or do you wanna come to mine?”
A short silence, then your phone buzzed, once again, “Can we hang out at my place? I’ve just been away for so long, I always look forward to spending time at home.”
“Of course we can. What time do you want me to come over?” you responded.
“Does seven work? We can order in some dinner, if you want.”
“Sounds good to me. What are you in the mood for?”
“Not sure. We can decide on Friday. So what are you up to? Still scrolling through Tumblr? Lol.”
You laughed, “Yeah, you know me. Are you ever gonna use yours again?”
“Not sure. I haven’t used it in like, a decade or something, but you never know. I do like stealthily checking your blog, though. You always have interesting things to say in your tags, lol.”
“Lol, yeah, I can get carried away sometimes, but isn’t that what Tumblr is for?” you answered.
“Haha, yeah, I guess it is. That may be why I left it behind. Some people are a little unhinged.”
You typed, “Yeah, that’s very true, but I’m one of those people, so I have no room to judge, lol.”
“I don’t know if you’re as wild as some people on there, but I’ve seen you allude to some pretty intense things before,” Chris replied.
“What intense things?” you asked.
“Well, sometimes you seem to be yearning in the tags of romantic and sexual posts, so I definitely think I’ve learned some things about you, lol.”
You tensed a bit. You knew that Chris could see those posts, but you were unsure if he knew that it was always him that you were talking about. A part of you wished that he did, so maybe he would make a move on you, but at the same time, you were afraid he’d figure it out and be disgusted by it. You weren’t sure how Chris felt about you, and you were too shy and nervous to ask.
“Oh yeah, well, we all crave it, right? I guess I’m no different than anyone else.” you tried to respond casually.
“That’s very true. If I had a private Tumblr, I’d probably post the same kinds of things that you do,” he texted back.
Feeling a bit brave, you decided to probe further, “Oh? Got your eye on someone that you wanna pine for in the tags? Lol.”
Your heart sank. For some reason, your first instinct was to assume that he was talking about someone else and now you were getting confirmation of that. Your crush would go nowhere. You’d been relegated to friend and friend only. However, after that brief moment of sadness, a voice in your head said, “Well, what if it’s me? Could it be? I want to find out, but what if I make a move and then he actually was talking about someone else? Shit. Gotta tread lightly.”
“Oh, wow. I had no idea. Who is she?” you replied cavalierly.
“Well, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. ;)”
“Haha, well, I think I can fend for myself, so spill! Unless you just don’t want to. It’s really none of my business, but I am curious.”
Suddenly your phone lit up. Chris was calling you. You felt your heart skip a beat, once again. You pushed the buttons and put the phone up to your ear.
“Hey,” you greeted him, “Did you get tired of texting or something?”
He laughed, “No, it’s just that I thought that this conversation would go better if we were actually talking. Plus, I’m finally alone now, so I don’t have any distractions or eavesdroppers.”
“Oh, okay. That makes sense. So what’s up?”
“Well, it’s about the conversation we were just having,” he answered.
“I kinda figured,” you laughed, “What did you want to tell me?”
For a moment, there was silence on the other end, “Chris?”
“Yeah, I’m still here. I’m just trying to think of how to put this.”
“Well, I’m sure any way you put it will be fine, so you may as well just be straight forward.”
“Okay…” he began, sounding nervous, “Well, I do like somebody. It’s just that, I don’t know how this girl feels about me, especially when I know for a fact that she’s already interested in someone.”
You paused, “Oh, well, um, I guess you should just tell her. Maybe she’d be interested. If not, I guess the worst she can say is no, right?”
“Yeah, but I’m really good friends with this girl, and I’d hate to make things weird between us. I guess I’m just debating whether or not it’s worth it to go for it,” he said.
You scoured your brain trying to think of all the single women that you knew Chris was close with. You thought of a couple that you weren’t sure about, but your mind still wasn’t willing to entertain the idea that you could be the girl that he was talking about.
You gathered some courage and spoke into the phone, “Chris, you should just tell her. You never know if it’ll make things weird, or if you can still be friends, and plus, you could end up with a girlfriend. You never know.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re right. It’s just hard, you know?”
“Trust me, I know. That’s why I pine on Tumblr, instead of going on dates,” you laughed.
He laughed in return, “So you get where I’m coming from.”
“Totally. So who is it? Maybe I can help.”
There was another moment of silence over the phone before he finally answered, “Fuck it. Might as well just go for it… It’s you.”
You felt your heart freeze, once again, rendering you speechless. After a few moments of silence, you heard Chris say your name, wondering if you were still on the line.
“Yeah?” you replied sheepishly.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked.
“Yeah… I did. I’m just making sure that I heard you correctly.”
“So what do you think?” he asked, “Is it gonna make things weird between us, or is there any possible chance that you might feel the same way?”
You paused again, “Chris, who do you think I was talking about in all those tags on my blog?”
You smiled, “Yes, it was you.”
“Seriously?” you could hear the joy in his voice, “You’re into me?”
You laughed, “Yes, I am. I have been for awhile now. I was just too chicken to say anything.”
He sighed, “I know what you mean. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I felt for awhile, too. I just had myself convinced that you were talking about someone else and that I’d only be wasting my time and making a fool of myself if I were to tell you.”
“I get that. I never had any inclination that you liked me, so I kept my mouth shut for pretty much the same reasons.”
There was another pause before Chris spoke, “So, what does this mean? Do you wanna go out sometime?”
“Yeah, I do. What about Friday? Can that be our first official date?”
“Yeah, I’d love that. Do you wanna go out somewhere, or did you still want to just hang out at my house?”
“We can hang out at your house. It’s cozier. Maybe if it goes well, we can have a second date at a restaurant or something.”
“Okay, good. I can’t wait to see you.”
You smiled again, “I can’t wait to see you, either. Just two days, though. I think we can make it until then.”
He laughed, “Yeah, we can make it, but don’t think I won’t still be texting you non stop until then.”
You laughed with him, “Oh, I expected that. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Okay, good, and I’ll be checking your blog too to see what else you have to say about me until then.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll see plenty. I’ll try to keep it PG though.”
“I’d rather you didn’t. I like the more salacious things you post.”
“Oh, really? Well, then I guess I’ll have to post as many things about you as I can.”
“I’d love that. I’ll check in on it tomorrow, but for now, I really need to get some sleep. The bus heads out really early tomorrow so I gotta try to get a few hours in, but I hope you post some things about me tonight that I can read tomorrow.”
“Absolutely,” you began, “Get some sleep, and I’ll make sure you have plenty of things to read tomorrow. I’ll talk to you soon, Chris. Good night.”
“Alright, talk to you tomorrow. Good night,” he responded before you both hung up.
You sat in your bed, grinning from ear to ear. You couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep for hours, so you decided to kill time the way you knew Chris would appreciate. You opened the Tumblr app, and began blogging away, posting things in the tags that you knew only Chris would know was for him.
After an hour or so of carefully curating posts for your new romantic partner, you decided to flip off the lights and try to get some sleep. As you had predicted, it was proving to be most difficult. Your mind wouldn’t stop racing. It was on a constant loop of replaying the conversation in your head, along with daydreaming about what was to come on Friday. Eventually, slumber took over, and you managed to get a few hours of rest.
The next morning, you awoke to find a missed text from Chris, “Hey, so I’m on the bus, and I’ve been killing the last couple of hours just scrolling through your blog and picking up on all the things that were about me. I gotta say, I’m extremely flattered, and it makes me desperate to see you. Especially after last night. ;) I hope you slept well, and I’ll talk to you soon.”
You grinned at your phone, wasting no time in replying, “I just woke up. I gotta get ready for work, but I just wanted to let you know that I got your text and I’m glad you’ve been having fun with my blog, lol. I’ll talk to you later today, alright? I hope you have a good day. :)”
“Okay, baby, text me when you get off work. I hope you have a good day too. <3”
Your heart fluttered. He called you baby. You couldn’t believe that this was all happening so fast. Not that you were complaining, however. Your body went into auto pilot as you prepared yourself for the day. You knew your mind would be preoccupied all day. You weren’t sure exactly how much work was going to be accomplished, but you weren’t too concerned.
After what felt like an eternity, the work day was finally over. You made your way home, got yourself a drink, and made yourself comfortable on the couch, turning the TV on for background noise as you excitedly picked up your phone and texted Chris.
“Hey, work is finally over. Can you talk now?”
You waited a few minutes before getting a reply, “Hey. Sorry, kind of busy getting ready for the show tonight. Can I call you when we’re done?”
“Of course. I’ll be around.”
“Okay, great. Sorry sweetheart, it’s gonna be a few hours, but I can’t wait to talk to you again.”
You smiled, “Take your time. I’ll be just as excited to talk to you later.”
You sat your phone down and watched the news, scrolling through Tumblr, adding a few more posts for Chris’ benefit. Eventually, you made, ate, and cleaned up dinner. Then, spent the rest of the evening watching interviews of Chris on youtube. You loved the way he spoke. He was such an eloquent and articulate speaker. You could watch videos of him all night, which you had on more than one occasion.
Finally, your phone lit up. Chris was calling you.
“Hey,” you greeted him, “How was the show?”
“It was awesome. I think we did pretty well for our last show of this run. What are you up to?”
“Oh, just hanging out at home, watching youtube, nothing too exciting.”
“Oh, yeah? I wish I was there with you, but hey, at least I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Your heart started racing, “I know. I’m so excited to see you. It feels like it’s been forever.”
“It really does. Especially after the conversation we had last night. It feels like time is moving at a snail’s pace.”
You chuckled, “Tell me about it. Less than twenty four hours until I see you, and it still feels like it’s taking a lifetime.”
Chris laughed with you, “I know, but at least I get to talk to you now.”
“Well, I can’t talk too long, I do have work in the morning, you know.”
“That’s true. I won’t keep you too long. I just really wanted to talk to you.”
“I really wanted to talk to you, too. Especially after you called me baby in that text you sent me this morning.”
He laughed again, “Oh, yeah. Is that okay? Or is it too soon for that?”
“I don’t mind at all. It made me pretty happy. I know we haven’t even had our first date yet, but I have a feeling this is heading to the point that you’d be calling me baby anyway.”
“Yeah? You think so?” he asked.
“Yeah, I do. Do I get to start calling you baby now, too?”
“Sweetheart, you can call me whatever you want.”
You grinned, “Good to know. Now tell me about the show.”
You spent the next hour or so asking Chris about the concert and making plans for what to eat and what to do the following night. Eventually, you couldn’t hide your yawns any longer.
“Getting sleepy, baby?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re not too. You’ve been up longer than I have and you put on a show. Aren’t you exhausted?”
“Eh, I’m a little tired, but nothing too bad. I think I’m still running on adrenaline from the show and from talking to you. I’ll probably crash soon, though.”
“Well, make it sooner rather than later, I want you well rested for tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah? Am I gonna need a lot of energy?” you could hear the playfulness in his tone.
You laughed, once again, “Well, I don’t know about that, but you never know. Either way, I don’t want you half asleep on our date.”
“You make a good point. Maybe we should both get some sleep then.”
“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?”
“Okay. Night, baby,” he said sweetly.
“Good night, baby,” you responded in a similar tone.
You hung up the phone, turned off the TV and headed for bed.
The next morning, you awoke and immediately picked up your phone. You didn’t have any missed texts. Chris must have still been asleep. So, you thought you’d beat him to the punch this time.
“Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well. Have a safe trip home, and I’ll see you tonight! <3”
You sat your phone down and got ready for the last day of the work week. A couple of hours into work, your phone buzzed in your purse. It was Chris.
“Hey baby, I slept great. I hope you did too. I can’t wait to see you tonight. Have a good day at work! <3”
You smiled, placing your phone back into your purse and getting back to the task at hand. A few more hours passed and you received another text from Chris letting you know that he had made it home. You replied with a quick acknowledgement and got back to work. The day dragged on at an excruciatingly slow pace, however. You thought you’d never be off, when finally, the clock struck five. It was finally time to leave.
You rushed out to your car and drove home. You ran through the house to your bedroom and picked up the outfit that you had set aside for the occasion. You freshened up and did your hair and makeup, pleased with the result, especially in combination with the outfit you had changed into. You sprayed on some perfume and took one last look in the mirror. This was the best you’d looked in awhile, and you were pretty pleased with the outcome.
You glanced at the time, and realized it was time to be heading out. It wasn’t a particularly long drive to Chris’, you did live in the same town, after all, but you still didn’t want to be late. You stuffed your phone into your purse and grabbed the keys hanging on a hook near the front door and made your way out to your car. You decided to listen to some Motionless during your drive, just to amp yourself up even more.
After about fifteen minutes, you were finally pulling up to Chris’ house. You felt your heart skipping and you had a lump in your throat. To say you were nervous was an understatement, but that didn’t deter you one bit. You made your way to the front door and rang the bell, waiting for him to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open and you were greeted by the man you were expecting to see.
“Hey!” he said before pulling you into a hug, “You’re right on time.”
You pulled back, “Yep. We said seven so I made sure to be ready.”
“Well come on in,” he said, stepping to the side to allow you entrance.
You entered the residence that you had been in many times before, taking your shoes off by the door. You made your way into the living room and took a seat on the couch, Chris following close behind.
“So I already ordered the food, but can I get you something to drink?” he asked.
“Sure, I’ll take some water.”
“Be right back,” he replied.
You looked around the living room, taking in the unique touches that Chris had decorated his home with. Drawing in a deep breath, you steadied yourself for what was to come this evening. Before you knew it, Chris had returned with two bottles of water and took a seat next to you, handing you your drink.
“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip.
“No problem. So how was work?”
“Ugh, boring. I was too focused on coming here tonight.”
Chris laughed, “Yeah, I was practically counting the minutes all day. I’m so glad you’re here.”
You smiled at him, “So am I.”
The two of you sat, smiling sheepishly at one another.
“So, this is our first date…” he said, breaking the silence.
“It is. I hope it’s not our last one,” you responded.
“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be.”
“Good,” you said, smiling again.
The two of you sat in close proximity, gazing at one another. You could feel the electricity in the air as the two of you began to close the gap. Your face was mere inches away from his, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.
“Oh, the food’s here. Damn, that was fast,” Chris said, getting up to answer the door.
You took the moment to collect yourself. You had been so close to finally kissing him. You could almost curse the delivery person at the door. After a moment, Chris returned carrying bags of food.
“Ready to eat?” he asked.
“Actually yeah, I had to skip lunch today so I could definitely eat.”
He took his seat next to you once more and began assembling the contents on the coffee table, “Why’d you have to skip lunch?”
“Oh, just too busy with work stuff. It happens sometimes.”
“Gotcha. Well, I hope you like what I ordered. It’s the same thing we got the last time you were here.”
“Awesome,” you replied while gathering up your food.
The two of you ate and chatted about Chris’ tour and your work and just life in general. Nothing too serious. Even still, you were enjoying yourself immensely.
After you finished eating, Chris cleaned up the remnants and handed you the remote, “Here, pick a movie.”
“What do you feel like watching?” you asked.
“Whatever you want. Maybe something horror?”
You scrolled through the endless streaming services as Chris finished cleaning up dinner. You finally landed on Trick ‘R Treat, a movie you knew Chris loved.
He came back into the living room taking his seat next to you, “Trick ‘R Treat, huh? Can’t say I’ve ever seen this one.”
You laughed, “Oh yeah, that’s why I picked it. I wanted you to see something new.”
He laughed with you, “It’s a good choice. We don’t have to watch it just because you know that I like it, though.”
“Hey, I like it too. Plus, it would probably be advantageous to pick something we’ve already seen so we can still talk and not miss anything.”
“You make a good point,” he said, wrapping an arm around you and settling in for the movie.
You nuzzled into his side and focused your attention on the movie beginning in front of you. The movie played for at least half an hour without a word from either of you. You were desperate to try and kiss him again. You contemplated making the first move for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, you worked up the nerve to slide away just enough so that you could face him. His head turned and he caught your gaze.
You were exceedingly nervous, so you simply smiled shyly at him. He returned your grin and before you knew it, he was placing a hand softly on the side of your face. You felt as though you could melt beneath his touch. Your brain had no time to register what was happening as Chris leaned down slowly into you, caressing your lips with his in your very first kiss.
You pressed your lips into his, savoring the softness of his lips. Your mouths worked in unison, dancing with one another. You could have kissed him all night. After a few minutes of light kissing, you felt Chris’ tongue sweep across your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. You gladly parted your mouth and met his tongue with yours. Your tongues lapping against one another as the kiss grew in intensity. It wasn’t long before Chris had his hands tangled in your hair.
Feeling bold, you placed a hand on his thigh as you continued kissing. Chris gently nipped and sucked your bottom lip giving you all the encouragement you needed to slide your hand up his thigh until you were lightly gripping his cock over his pants. He moaned softly into your mouth as one of his hands left your hair to press your hand even more firmly into his crotch. He moved your hand so that you were rubbing his cock through the material. You could feel him growing hard beneath you.
Soon, you were taking the lead and rubbing him with no assistance. Chris’ hand now on your waist, working its way under the hem of your shirt. He kissed you with fervor as his hand slid upward to caress your breast over your bra. You barely had a chance to take in the sensation before Chris was pulling his hand and lips away from you.
“Come on,” he said standing up and pulling you with him until you were cradled in his arms, “I want the first time I fuck you to be in my bed.”
You felt the blood rush through your system. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’d dreamt about it. You’d blogged discreetly about it, and you knew he knew that you had been waiting for this.
Chris carried you into his room and laid you down on his bed, the softness of his pillow catching your head. He wasted no time towering over you and kissing you vigorously. His hands roamed up and down your body as his mouth moved with yours. You pulled at his shirt until he sat back on his knees and removed the article of clothing. You stared at his heavily tattooed body, feeling lust begin to wash over you. You couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough.
Chris tore your shirt off and made haste with your jeans. You didn’t give him a chance to start with your underwear as you were too busy undoing his pants and pulling them down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. He could see the hungry look in your eye, and placed his thumbs under the waistband or his underwear and pulled them down his legs, freeing his cock. Your eyes grew wide as you watched him bounce out of the material. You couldn’t stop staring. You couldn’t even hide it, and you didn’t care.
Chris didn’t seem to mind either, as he gave a slight chuckle and asked, “Like what you see?”
Your eyes still didn’t leave his cock, “Love it,” you replied absently.
He laughed again, “Okay, well, now it’s my turn to see you.”
With that, he was pulling your panties off, leaving you in just your bra, which didn’t stay on much longer, either. Chris pulled you forward and busied his hands with unclasping the material at your back and then pulling the garment off of you, leaving you both completely naked.
“Fuck…” he said, his eyes roaming your body.
You thought he was in some sort of trance momentarily and you began to move toward him, finally feeling bold enough to make the next move. However, your plans were thwarted when Chris wrapped a hand around your throat and pushed you onto your back.
“I’ve seen the things you post about, baby. I know what you want me to do to you.”
Your cheeks flushed hot, and you almost felt embarrassed. You bit your lip and broke eye contact.
“No, don’t get shy on me now. I know what kind of girl you really are, what you want from me. Now take it,” he said, applying more pressure around your throat.
You felt your pussy clench at his words. You couldn’t remember the last time you wanted someone this badly. You subconsciously spread your legs.
Chris noticed your motions, “See? That’s my good girl. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
You fought back a small moan as Chris towered over you once again, his body pressed against yours as he kissed you roughly, his hand tightening even more around your throat. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You wanted it. Wanted him.
You wrapped your legs around his waist as if begging him to fuck you. He took the hint and pulled away from you. You took in a deep breath as his hand left your throat to open the drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and immediately tore the package open. You watched hungrily as he slid the condom onto his cock.
He adjusted himself on top of you once more, “Normally, I’d take my time with you baby, and I promise I will next time, but I need you too fucking badly right now.”
You merely nodded in response as you felt him lining himself up with your entrance. Chris took one last look in your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours before he slowly slid himself inside. You let out a small gasp as you felt his entire girth stretching you open. Your eyelids fluttered as you composed yourself.
Chris seemed to need a second to adjust, as well. After a moment, he began to rock back and forth inside of you before kissing you again as he continued. You kissed back feverishly, and wrapped your legs around him once more. He wrapped one arm beneath the small of your back and pulled you slightly upward into him. The two of you moaned into each other’s mouths at the new angle. He was still moving slowly, but he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you that made your toes curl.
It wasn’t long after that he pulled himself from your lips and wrapped his free hand around your throat again, cutting off slight circulation. He stared intently into your eyes, watching for any slight change. He began bucking his hips more forcefully, filling the room with slapping sounds. You could hear how wet your pussy was getting. You let out a slightly louder moan.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asked, still fucking you.
“Yeah? You wanted me to fuck you, pretty girl?”
You arched your back as you felt Chris’ grip on your throat tighten, “Yes. Wanted you to fuck me so bad…”
Chris moaned and quickened his pace, “I know, baby. I know exactly what you want from me.”
You moaned louder as Chris grabbed at your hip and throat and practically slammed you into him. He was so much bigger than you. You thought he might break you, and you didn’t care in the slightest.
“Mmm. Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Fuck yes…” you responded wantonly.
“You feel so fucking good, Chris. Fuck…”
Chris moaned louder, “That’s my good girl. That’s my good fucking girl…”
His grip on your throat tightened until you were sure he would leave marks. Good. You wanted the reminder that you were now his. The thought spurred your lust even more until you were writhing and moaning beneath him, arching your back into him and trying to soak up as much of him as you could.
“Oh, fuck. You feel so fucking good, baby. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long…” he moaned.
He picked up the pace and gripped you harder. You could feel yourself getting close.
“Oh my god, Chris. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” you whined.
“Yeah? Is my good girl gonna cum for me? You wanna fucking cum, sweetheart?”
You closed your eyes, “Oh, fuck, yes!”
You felt Chris’ lips crash onto yours, kissing you hungrily, swallowing your moans. He never stopped fucking you. Your pussy felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. You felt your cunt clamp down on his cock as he bit your lip before trailing over to whisper in your ear.
“Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you.”
“Oh! Fuck! Mmm…” you began cumming.
Chris moaned into your ear, causing you to cum even harder, “Oh fuck, that’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl…”
You were just starting to come down from your orgasm as you heard Chris hit his, “Fuck! Ohhh… Shit.”
Your legs were trembling around his waist and your hands had fallen to your sides. Your whole body felt like jello and you weren’t sure if you were even able to move at this point. You felt Chris slow to a stop and you could hear his shallow, jagged breath by your ear. After a moment, he let go of your neck and placed a kiss where the bruises were beginning to form.
Eventually, Chris pulled himself out of you and removed the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in a trash can he had near the bedside table. He moved next to you and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling, collecting himself and steadying his breathing.
“Fuck. That was well worth the wait,” he said, breaking the silence.
You smiled at him, “I think so too.”
Chris smiled back, “So, does this mean you're my girlfriend now, or do you want a few more dates first?”
“Do you want me to be your girlfriend now?” you inquired.
“Yes. Very much so,” he laughed.
You giggled, “Okay, then I’m your girlfriend.”
Chris smiled widely, “Good.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, once more. A lighter, sweeter kiss this time, but passionate, just the same. You kissed for a few moments more before Chris pulled back, turning to lay on his side, and pulled you flush against him, spooning you.
You lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company and processing all that had just transpired when Chris said, “I’m so glad I stalked your blog.”
You laughed, “Give you some ideas, did it?”
“Definitely. Oh, and don’t worry. I know there was a lot that I didn’t get to this time, but I promise I’ll cross everything off your list very, very soon.”
You laughed once more, “Okay, good. I promise to learn yours too and do them for you as well.”
He returned your laugh, “Maybe I should start using my blog again so you can learn about my kinks too.”
“No way,” you began, still laughing, “If you’re gonna copy me, at least make a private blog that only I know about. We don’t need your fans knowing about the slutty things we do.”
“Okay, I promise it’ll be private, but it’s gonna be filthy.”
“I think I can handle it,” you replied.
“Oh, I’m sure you can if yours is any indication of how nasty you are, sweetheart.”
You giggled again, “What can I say, I know what I want.”
“Yeah, so do I, and I plan on showing you,” he said as he rubbed his hand up and down your hip.
You ground your ass against his cock, daring him to get hard again, “Can’t wait, baby.”
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