𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ⸝⸝ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 blurb
… where chris is hungry and you’re the only thing he wants to eat
content warning: nsfw content. oral (f receiving). dirty talk.
"you look like you're starving, Chris," you say.
"i am," he rasps, his throat clicking as he swallows. "i’ve been thinking about this since the second you walked through the door. please."
"please let me have you. please let me taste you."
you reach down, your fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. you slide them down slowly, an inch at a time, watching his pupils dilate until the iris is nearly gone. you step out of the fabric and toss it onto the floor, leaving yourself completely exposed to his gaze.
"you’re a goddess," Chris whispers, his voice trembling. "a fucking goddess. i can't even breathe looking at you."
"then stop breathing for a second," you command. "get your head in position."
he shifts so eagerly he reminds you of a puppy. he slides down the mattress until his head rests exactly where you want it, his neck strained, his mouth already slightly open. you hover over him, the heat radiating from his skin meeting the cool air between your thighs. you can see the pulse jumping in his neck.
"are you ready for me?" you ask, your voice a whisper.
"yes. god, yes. put your weight on me. smother me with it. i want to feel every bit of you." he near whimpers,
you lower yourself slowly. you don't drop all the way; you tease him, grinding your clit against his mouth in a slow, circular motion. Chris lets out a muffled groan, his hands flying up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you closer.
"you’re so wet," he mumbles against your skin, his voice vibrating through your entire pelvis. "you smell like heaven. i can't believe you're actually here."
"do you like how i feel, Chris?"
"i fucking love it. you’re perfect. everything about you fucking perfect."
you shift your weight, finally dropping fully. you sit heavy on his face, your pussy sealing his mouth and nose completely. you feel the sudden, sharp intake of air through his nose, a desperate gasp for oxygen that only makes him more frantic.
"mmph!" he grunts, the sound vibrating upward into your clit.
"shh," you murmur, leaning back to balance yourself on your heels. "just take it. consume me."
Chris responds by diving in and lashes out to find your clit. he begins to lap at you, long, sweeping strokes that move from the base of your opening up to the peak of your clit. the sound of it fills the quiet room—wet slaps of tongue against sensitive skin, the squelching of your juices on his lips.
"oh, fuck," you moan, your head tossing back. "right there. don’t stop."
he pulls back for a fraction of a second, just enough to gasp for air.
"you taste so sweet," he pants, his voice thick with lust. "i could stay here forever. i want to drink every drop of you. you’re a goddess, baby."
"then prove it," you challenge, pressing yourself back down, harder this time. "eat me like you're dying for it."
he doesn't hesitate. he buries his face deeper, his tongue swirling around your clit in a dizzying blur of motion. he begins to suck, creating a vacuum that pulls your flesh into his mouth. the feeling is electric, a sharp, pulsing heat that radiates from your core down to your toes. your can feel his nose pressing into you, the warmth of his breath huffing against your skin.
"yes! just like that!" you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head tighter against you.
"i’ve got you," he mumbles, his words distorted by the wetness of your pussy. "i’ve got you, baby. i’ll make you cum so hard you forget your own name."
the pace fastens. Chris becomes feral, his tongue flicking rapidly, his lips tight around you. the sounds are loud now—the wet, slapping noise of your thighs hitting his cheeks, the air being pushed out of his nostrils in ragged bursts. you feel the build-up, a tightening tension in your lower belly that is about to snap.
"Chris, i’m close," you gasp, your hips starting to buck instinctively. "i’m so fucking close."
"cum on my tounge," he urges, his voice muffled beneath you. "give it all to me. flood my mouth."
you let out a jagged moan as the orgasm hits. your internal muscles clamp down hard, pulsing in waves that send jolts of electricity through your spine. you grind yourself into his face, your clit vibrating against his tongue. you feel him swallow, his throat working as he drinks your release.
you remain draped over him, your breathing heavy. you feel his tongue give one last slow lick, cleaning you.
"wow," Chris breathes, finally sliding his head out from under you. he looks up, his face flushed, his lips glistening with your fluids. he looks completely wrecked.
ella’s notes: this a request tysm! ugh need him to eat me out next
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