A Cosmic Kind of Love(94)
“I know.” He brushed his mouth over mine, his voice gruff now. “And we will. But first I have to make up for my obvious neglect.”
I grinned between his kisses. “Well, my subtle hints finally got you, huh?”
Chris chuckled, nudging me toward the bed. “You know what’s an excellent hint?”
“Hmm?”
“Saying the words ‘Chris, I want to have sex with you tonight.’?”
Laughing, I nodded. “I will consider that in the future.”
“And heads up: my answer to that will always be to get you naked as fast as possible.”
My amusement squeaked to a halt as Chris suddenly turned me in his arms so my back pressed to his chest. He reached for the hem of my nightie, and I lifted my arms above my head as he removed it. Chris gripped my hips, gently pulling me back against him so I could feel the rigid length of his arousal pushing against his jeans. My breathing grew shallow as goose bumps rose all over me at the exciting contrast of my nakedness against his fully clothed body. My nipples tightened, and I let out a little gasp as he rubbed against my bottom.
He swept my hair off to one side, and his hot lips brushed my ear. “Do you doubt I need you, that I want you?”
I shook my head, shivering in anticipation as he trailed light kisses down my neck. Chris smoothed his hands around my waist, caressing my stomach as he traveled upward. Then he cupped my breasts and squeezed.
I moaned, resting my head against his shoulder as I arched into his touch. Ripples of desire quivered low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples into hard buds. His name fell from my lips in breathless whispers, while his hips undulated against my ass.
“Kiss me,” he growled in my ear.
I turned my head at Chris’s demand, and his lips found mine. I opened my mouth, inviting him inside. He kissed me deeply, hungrily, but like we had all the time in the world to indulge in the taste of each other. As we kissed, he released my right breast to coast his hand down my stomach and between my legs. At the first touch on my clit, I broke the kiss, gripping his thigh to hold on as he played with me.
“Chris,” I whimpered, my hips moving against his touch.
Our eyes held as my desire built to a crescendo, the mix of love and lust in his expression pushing me quickly toward climax. The tension shattered in me, and I cried out, shuddering, my stomach trembling and my knees threatening to give way.
Chris lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed to brace himself over me. His kisses were rougher now, more desperate. My lips were swollen by the time he released them to scatter kisses down my throat and over my chest.
My thighs tightened against his hips, the scratch of denim strangely erotic against my naked skin, when his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked hard, a pleasurable pain rushing through me as he moved against me.
“Chris,” I panted. “Come inside me.”
He looked up, his features granite with need. “Not yet.”
Moving down my body, Chris’s lips followed an invisible path toward my clit. I melted into the mattress in anticipation as he nuzzled his mouth between my thighs. He licked at me, pressed his tongue down on my clit, sucked it, and when his fingers joined the party, sensation exploded through me.
“Oh God!” I arched back on the bed, my inner thighs trembling.
That coil of tension low, deep inside was unfurling, pulling apart until it grew tauter and tauter and taut— “Chris!” My body tensed for a second, and then I shuddered in release against his mouth.
Panting for breath, I came down from my climax only to feel a surge of desperate want. Despite the exceptional orgasm, I needed more from him. Our eyes met as he stroked my quivering stomach.
“Please.”
He nodded, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he pushed off the bed and undressed. I devoured the sight of him, his strong, beautiful body that protected an even more beautiful soul, and I felt a wave of overwhelming love rock through me. Eyes never leaving mine, he pulled a condom from the wallet that was in the back pocket of his jeans.
Ready for me, Chris put a knee to the bed, his arousal throbbing between his legs. His hands curled behind my knees, and I let out a little laugh as he pulled me toward him. Thighs gripped in his strong hands, Chris held me open to him and pushed inside me, his teeth clenching as he glided slowly through my tightness.
I relaxed into him, my spine melting into the bed, and suddenly I was overwhelmingly filled with him. We found a slow, sexy rhythm, and I watched him watch me. When his gaze dropped to where we met, and he watched himself move inside of me, I gasped with need—it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Chris’s chest moved up and down in shallow breaths as his excitement increased. Then his grip on my legs tightened, and he braced on his knees to drive into me faster, harder, his thumb finding my clit at the same time.
“I love you,” he gasped, eyes fixed on mine. “I love every inch of you, Hallie.”
I came before he even said my name.
“Fuck!” Chris fell over me, his forehead pressed to my shoulder, and tensed with his release seconds before he shook through it.
“I love you too.” I whispered as I caressed his sweat-dampened back. “I love you so much.”
Chris lifted his head to meet my gaze. Adoration lit his eyes, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, not wanting to lose him or that look on his face. “Mi cielo,” he murmured, caressing my cheek.