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We hadn’t even crossed the threshold of my room yet before we were all over each other again, kissing, touching, groping, fighting for control- a battle I temporarily conceded to once Chris swiftly kicked the door closed. We were in complete darkness now, the only light coming from when lightning decide to kiss the sky outside. Chris backed me over to my bed until I fell back onto my comforter and brought him with me, still engaging in kisses with him. I was slowly losing it as our breathing became raspier and labored and our lip locking deepened in intensity with each passing moment.
Chris’s fingers tugged at the hem of my tank top. I lifted my arms so that he could remove the piece of clothing, a barrier for him, from my body and he let it sink to floor on the side of the bed. He fingers scoured my flesh, tracing up my spine and he abandoned my lips so he could trail butterfly kisses along my shoulders and collarbone, and he swirled his tongue against the tender flesh of my neck and just behind my ear. Tugging at Chris’s shirt this time, he rose briefly to allow the material to be pulled over his head and it joined my tank top on the floor. His lips covered mines again, me sucking in his bottom lip and my hands roaming freely over the smooth skin of his bare back. His hand worked underneath my back, toying with the clasp that held by bra together and within seconds my breasts were exposed.
A moan of appreciation escaped my lips as Chris licked a wet trail from behind my ear, across my neck, down my chest and ended at one of my nipples. He ran his tongue around it causing it to grow rigid. Then he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking it into his mouth gently, before he caught it softly between his teeth. I hissed at the feeling. He kissed around it once more before moving down the side of my breast and up to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as its sister.
“Chris,” I mumbled in a whisper, feeling butterflies dance around in my stomach. I pressed my thighs against his hips and I could feel the dampness already, wet and warm, between my legs. Then his lips were on mines again, tasting them as though he couldn’t get enough and his hands continued to journey up and down my body.
“Still haven’t missed me yet, J?” Chris asked as his fingers danced along the line of my pajama shorts. I shook my head, thunder answering the question for me. And even through the dark and behind closed eyelids and I knew he was smirking at me, enjoying our little game, wondering how long it would take for me to admit that I had. “I got you though.”
His head began to dip low. His teeth snapped playfully at my nipples causing a slight giggle to shake my chest but I laughed and squirmed underneath him when his lips toyed with my belly ring and his tongue dipped into my bellybutton giving it a nice French kiss. His fingers hooked the sides of my female boxers and he began to lower them, along with my panties, slow and taunting, kissing, licking, and sucking at flesh as it became exposed.
Lifting my hips, I let Chris remove the last piece of clothing from my body. I could feel myself blush all over as he stared at me, letting his hands massage and feel up my thighs, goose bumps and chills running to every place he touched. When we had first ‘gotten together’ I had been afraid of showing my body to him. But that changed when Chris expressed that he loved a curvaceous woman. “More to grip when I’m cracking that back.” His words not mines.
He kissed my hips, licked at the area behind my knees (don’t knock, that feels so good), and sucked at small areas of skin on the inside of my thighs before he spread one of my legs wide and let the other rest on his shoulder. For a moment, Chris didn’t do anything and I almost reached down to touch myself. But then I felt his tongue wet against my opening and a shuddered, completely losing my mind and letting out a moan when he ran up and across my love. Soon his long fingers joined in on the assault as he used them to hold open my lips and his tongue worked feverishly on my swollen love bud. And when he began to spell his name, the breathtaking curl of a C, a slow sensual H and R (my teeth gnawing at my bottom lip), the quick lick of the I, and then a mind blowing, snaking S, my hips were nearly off the bed as I spat obscenities and incoherent words into the air and my nails digging into the bed spread.
I reached down and palmed his head, pulling him closer to me, rotating my hips as I felt his tongue dip inside me.
“Cum for me, baby,” I felt more than heard Chris reply as his tongue went back to lathering my clit and a finger dipped inside me this time.
When he pushed another finger inside me, I could feel myself opening for him, my orgasm building until I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Shit!” I gasped as I came, my body tightening, my love trembling and juice dripping down my thighs. Then I felt him softly licking along my thighs, lapping at me.
I raised my head to look down at him and even in the darkness of the room I knew he had a big smile on his face. He climbed back up body, hovering over me, licking at his lips, pushing his hips between my still trembling thighs and when he kissed me, I could taste myself on his tongue.
Crawling off me and the bed, he stood at the foot, letting his pants fall from his waist and I heard the jingle of his belt as it hit the ground. My tongue ran across my lips as I watched his silhouette - watched as he tore a condom open with his teeth and then sheath himself. My legs clamped together around my hand, which was buried in my own wetness as I waited for him to return to me and I quivered in anticipation.
My heart pounded quick like lightning as I watched him climb back into my bed and nestle himself between my thighs. My hand searched for him through the darkness between us and I wrapped my hand around his manhood once I succeeded. I stroked him as we shared another kiss. I gave his shaft a gentle squeeze and he grunted against my lips, warning me to take it easy. I did it again for one good measure and he suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling it away. He used one hand to lock my wrists in place together above my head and the other fisted his dick to trace along my folds. He asked if that was what I wanted as my hips squirmed from his teasing.
“Mhmmm,” I answered, shaking my head and becoming impatient. “Yes, Chris.”
“Are you sure?”
“Chris, if you don’t shut that and….” My voice caught in my throat when he let go of my wrists and I felt him ease inside me. “Oh.”
His pace was slow and steady as he rolled his hips into me, our tongues having a wrestling match once again. Our bodies were so close I was certain his heart was beating with mines. “Enjoy it….” He swiveled into me with circles and figure eights. “Tell me you didn’t miss this shit, J.”
“Fucckkkk,” I blubbered out as he lifted my legs up over his arms and he began to dig harder, deeper into me as we moaned and kissed, each drowning in the pleasures of the other. I dragged my nails across his back and dug into his shoulders, gripping him tightly with every part of me. My pussy quivered on his dick as he worked it steadily in and out of me. I tilted my hips slightly and moved to match his thrusts, our bodies moving as one.
“Damn girl,” a sensual groan escaped his lips. Lightning illuminated the room, flashing light across our bodies, allowing me to get a good view of Chris diving in and out of me. I shook like the thunder that pounded the sky and rattled the windows.
“Ohmygah! Chrisssss.” I called out as he made long, deep fluid strokes that were driving me wild. He lifted me off the bed and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, his girth still buried inside me. My lips meshed with his as I kissed him deeply and I could his quivering against mines in ecstasy.
I gasped when I felt something cold press against my shoulder, my back, and then against my butt and goose bumps sprung instantly on my skin. I had been propped against the cold glass of my bedroom window, feeling the chill against my hot skin, felt the rain pounding against the glass, almost as if the rain itself were falling onto me. I knew I was probably showing all my bidness to the entire apartment complex but right now I just didn’t give a shit or two fucks. My mind was focused only on the man holding me and the intensity of his desire as he continued to thrust into me.
The moans he immersed me in, were as hard and rough as his movements. He shuddered against me, completely lost within me, as I was in him, drowning, sinking helplessly deeper into our passion. Thunder rattled the window, sending vibrations down my back which excited me even more, a playful smile gracing my lips as Chris pounded unmerciful inside me.
“Fuck, Jordin, fuck,” He groaned with his face nuzzled in the crook my neck. “You missing me now?”
“Ksdjewf,” I mumbled something incoherent as he gripped my hips roughing, bringing me down onto him in a rhythm that made my head spin, finding and hitting my spot, and wiping that smirk off my face. My body tensed as I grew closer to my impending orgasm.
“You missed me. Show me you missed me.” He spoke, saying the last, a word on each stroke. I was almost there and when Chris pressed into that spot again, I fell victim, crying out along with another crash of rolling thunder. My body shook in his arms, my toes curled up, and my grip tightened around his neck as he drew out only to sink back in to hit that sensitive spot. I tried to catch my breath and wanted to fall limp but Chris supported me, holding me up through my intense orgasm.
“Jeez,” I hissed in his ear. Loosening his hold, he let my feet grace the carpet and I tried to stand on weakened knees.
“Turn around.” He directed me as he stroked himself. Obliging, I did as I was told. His hand trailed the small of my back before he pushed into it making me bend over in front of him. My hands reached out in front of me, bracing against the window.
He teased my swollen lips before he broke inside me slowing, finding the familiar place he loved to be. His fingers gripped my waist as he begun to thrust into me. Lightning streaked again allowing me to see our reflection in the window, looks of pleasure painted on both our faces. He was biting that fucking lip!
“Take it, take all of it…” He said as I threw it back on him, trying my hardest to keep up. My head spun, the room spin, hell, the whole earth titled as he fucked me doggy style. I couldn’t take. It was becoming too much. I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe.
“Don’t run now,” He said as grabbed a handful of my hair and used the other hand to grip my waist to guide me back onto him. I bit down on my bottom lip so hard, whimpering, my eyes pressed tightly together.
“Oh…my…fucking….” I leaned up as Chris reached around to grip my breasts in his palms, my back meeting his chest. “Ohhhh!”
“Shit, J, shit, you drowning me, baby,” He said into my ear, letting his hand trail downward and stroke my clit. I was fucking losing it! Completely LOSING IT! He moved me forward, my cheek now pressed firmly against the window and my nipples meeting the cold glass this time. Shivers and tingles danced up and down my spine as I listened to the storm, slapping skin, and our moans.
Chris was nearing his peak and a slew of curse words flew from his lips, and I felt my muscles contract around him, milking him as he came, his hands gripping painfully at my waist. Our sweaty bodies quivered against one another’s as Chris slowed his pace and started to catch his breath. When he did eventually pull out of me I suddenly felt empty and my pussy throbbed in protest. We watched the rain outside until our breathing had returned to normal. It was no longer thundering and lightning but the rain was still pouring down.
“So, you miss me?” He kissed my neck softly.
I turned around to wrap my around his neck and place a kiss on his lips.
“Maybe,” I answered with a grin causing Chris to chuckle and shake his head.
“You’re so damn stubborn.” He said and slapped me on the ass.