ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ
Summary: a heated moment between you and Chris that starts with a needy kiss and builds into passionate, praise filled sex
Warnings: smut, p in v, f receiving, fingering, overstimulation, praising, dirty talk, neediness
You were standing with him in the kitchen, the dim under cabinet lighting giving everything a soft, golden haze. Chris was rambling about something, you honestly weren’t listening anymore. Your focus had shifted to the curve of his lips, the way his jaw moved when he talked, and how close he was standing.
When he noticed your silence, he tilted his head with a smirk.
“You even listening?” he asked.
“Nope,” you whispered, eyes dropping to his lips.
He chuckled lowly, the sound thick and knowing. “Come here.”
He stepped closer, slipping an arm around the small of your back. His fingers pressed gently into your lower spine, holding you there like he never wanted you to pull away. And then he leaned in.
Your hand lifted on instinct, cupping the side of his neck as your lips brushed his.
Chris kissed you softly at first, testing. But when you pushed your mouth back against his, letting your thumb stroke the base of his neck, he deepened the kiss with a quiet growl. His tongue swept against yours, slow and deliberate.
You moved your hand to the front of his shirt, gripping a fistful of the soft cotton and tugging him in with a breathy, desperate little sound, more of a whine than anything.
He grinned into the kiss like he’d been waiting for it. Like he knew you were getting needy.
“Fuck,” he mumbled against your lips, “I felt that.”
You blinked up at him, your cheeks hot. “Felt what?”
“That little sound,” he smirked, nipping at your bottom lip. “You do that when you want me to ruin you.”
Your fingers twisted tighter in his shirt. “Maybe I do.”
He pulled you flush to him with a soft grunt, letting you feel just how turned on he was. “Bedroom. Now.”
The second the door shut, he backed you up against it. His mouth found yours again, hungrier this time, wet, messy, claiming.
You whimpered as he lifted your leg around his waist and rolled his hips into you, the hard press of him making your head spin. You clawed at his shirt, tugging it over his head, your nails dragging lightly down his chest once it was gone.
Chris’s hands slipped under your shirt and up your sides, tugging the fabric off like he’d done it a hundred times in his dreams. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re needy,” he rasped, kissing down your throat.
“You’re mean when you know you’ve got me like this,” you panted.
His fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts. “Not mean. Just giving you exactly what you need.”
And then, his fingers slid through your folds, slow and teasing.
“Chris..” your head dropped back against the door.
“You’re already soaked,” he groaned. “God, baby. You needed me that bad?”
You nodded, breathless. “Yes please, just touch me.”
He circled your clit with two fingers, lazy at first, then with more pressure when you gasped and bucked toward him.
“Like that?” he murmured, kissing your collarbone. “Or maybe..”
He slid a finger into you. Then two.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. I could make you cum just like this, couldn’t I?”
You nodded again, mouth falling open.
He dropped to his knees in front of you, tugged your shorts down, and lifted your leg over his shoulder.
He didn’t waste time, his mouth was on you, tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers kept moving inside you. The whines coming from your mouth were practically nonstop now.
You tangled your hands in his hair. “Oh my god, Chris, I’m close.”
He moaned into you, the vibration making you shudder.
And then he sucked on your clit.
Your knees buckled. Your whole body trembled. You gasped his name over and over as you came, fingers tightening in his hair.
Chris pulled back with a glistening chin and a cocky grin. “Knew you were getting needy.”
Still dazed, you yanked him up by the front of his jeans and kissed him hard, tasting yourself on his lips.
“I’m not done,” you whispered.
His eyes darkened. “Good. Neither am I.”
Chris reached down between you and unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, never once breaking eye contact. “Get on the bed, baby.”
You obeyed without a word, still dizzy from the orgasm, legs shaky, heart thudding in your ears. You crawled back on the bed and laid there watching as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard, flushed, and leaking, and the second you saw it, your thighs instinctively pressed together.
He smirked as he crawled over you. “That for me?”
You nodded shyly, your voice small. “I can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again, slow and deep. “You’re so good for me, baby. Always so wet, so ready. You make me lose my mind.”
His hand came between your legs again, rubbing slow circles over your clit. Just enough to keep you whimpering, overstimulated from before, but needing more all the same.
“I love hearing you make those little noises,” he whispered. “You know what they do to me? The second you whine for me, it’s over.”
You let out another soft gasp when the head of his cock slid through your folds, nudging gently against your entrance.
Chris cursed softly. “Fuck, you feel so good. I could stay right here forever.”
“Please, Chris,” you whispered, fingers clawing at his back. “I need you.”
He paused to look at you, really look at you. His hair was messy from your hands, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and full of something heavier than just lust.
You nodded, voice shaky. “Im yours.”
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his breath catching when you tightened around him.
“Jesus, baby you feel like heaven,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours.
The stretch was intense but perfect, his cock hitting every nerve in you as he bottomed out. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, hips grinding instinctively.
“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he warned with a breathy laugh. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He started moving, slow at first, rolling his hips into you like he had all the time in the world. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, pulling gasps from your lips and low moans from his throat.
“You take me so well,” he whispered, kissing along your jaw. “You were made for me. You know that?”
You clenched around him at his words, moaning helplessly.
“Ohh, baby” he panted. “You like when I say that, don’t you?”
“Yes Chris, fuck yes, I love it when you talk to me like that.”
His pace picked up. His hand slipped under your lower back again, lifting your hips slightly as he drove into you deeper.
“You’re mine,” he groaned. “You get so needy for me, and I fucking love it. Look at you, already close again, huh?”
You nodded fast, barely able to form words.
“Then cum for m baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Cum all over my cock. Be my good girl.”
You shattered under him again, your walls fluttering wildly as you cried out his name. Your nails dug into his back, and your legs tightened around his waist as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through you.
Chris kept going, sloppier now, panting, his thrusts stuttering. “Shit baby, I’m gonna.. fuck, you feel so good, I’m gonna cum.”
He groaned loudly as he spilled into you, his entire body tensing as he pulsed deep inside. His mouth was at your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly, like he couldn’t get close enough.
When it was over, he just laid there, buried deep inside you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.
“You ruin me,” he murmured against your skin. “Every damn time.”
You giggled, breathless. “You like when I get needy?”
He lifted his head to look at you, smiling lazily. “Baby, I live for it.”
A/N: had a dream about this the other night, and had to write!😍