“What’s this?” Chris traced the colorful image over Andrew’s left peck; her eyes narrowing as she examined the intricate design.
“It’s a koi fish with a camellia flower,” he explained, watching her fingers move over his heart.
She nodded, understanding the meaning behind the flower. “Desire and passion, huh?” She teased, meeting his eyes. “What does the fish mean?”
“Yes, well, there was this girl I knew a long time ago that I could never get out of my head,” he explained, twining his fingers with hers and placing their joined hands over his heart. “The koi fish is a symbol of luck.” He shrugged.
“So you wanted to get lucky with the girl you longed for?” she whispered. Her lips ghosted over his as she kissed the corner of his mouth.
Andrew pulled back a little, smirking. His eyes were dark as he gazed down at the half-naked beauty. “Something like that.”
He then cupped Chris’s cheek and leaned in to kiss her softly, as his other hand made gentle passes on the side of her breast to her hip. Her skin was so soft to the touch, like silk.
“This girl...does she know?” Chris panted and shivered from wanting him so much. She too wondered what could have been, but quickly put those thoughts aside.
Andrew’s knuckles skimmed her cheek, his eyes serious as he spoke. “I hope she does.”
Understanding passed between the two as Chris nodded, smiling with a sigh, her skin warming all over. She had been the one Andrew had pined for all these years. They had been such good friends, inseparable until Andrew moved away; she could understand how he would feel that way about her. She always knew they had shared a special connection as kids, but this...this was going to bring their bond to a whole other level.
Chris opened her thighs and wrapped her legs around Andrew’s torso. She was so wet for him and wanted—no needed—for him to touch her, but she was afraid of coming off too eager. She was already half-naked, but there was a difference with flashing her boobs and flashing everything else. Once she felt his hardness rub up against her middle, right there where she was soaked for him, she knew deep within her that there was no going back. She was going to give all of herself to him. There was no point in trying to deny her body when the two were so obviously meant to be.
It was almost as if her mind went on vacation, as her body searched out what it wanted, as her hips rocked into his.
Andrew groaned; both of his hands on her bare thighs as he pushed up her skirt. With their mouths still joined, he felt her thighs open wider.
Breaking the kiss, he looked down to where their bodies were writhing against each other and swore under his breath. “Mmmm...You’re wet.” He licked his lips, practically salivating at the thought of tasting her.
“It’s your fault, you know. You do that to me. I...I can’t stop thinking about you,” she declared, drawing him closer to her with her heels on his ass.
He kissed her lips then peppered kisses all the way up to her ear. “Can I touch you?”
Chris shivered; the skin on her neck too sensitive and her entire body on alert as his knuckles skimmed her sex. “Yes, please?”
“You don’t have to beg, sweetheart, but it’s really fucking sexy.” He smirked, and Chris noticed how dark and hooded his eyes were.
She didn’t know what kind of lover he was, but something told her in the way he spoke, that mouth of his would make her skyrocket. Nothing was sexier than a dirty mouth, and Chris was hoping, praying to high Heavens that Andrew was that kind of guy.
Skimming the inside of her thigh, Andrew slid his index finger under the elastic of her flimsy, red panties and breathed deeply as his fingers touched her warm, wet flesh. He was unbelievably hard and needed to concentrate on her pleasure before he came in his pants.
She had been his temptation for weeks now. He had dreamed about this very moment and had so many instances where he had pleasured himself while imagining her body splayed out before him. But none of those experiences compared to this one.
Chris shifted her hips against Andrew’s hand as he slid his fingers from her entrance to her clit, teasing her, but not quite giving her what she needed. “So you want me to beg then, huh?” she asked breathlessly, closing her eyes, letting herself feel his hands on her.
“Where’s your bedroom, Chris?” Andrew slipped his fingers out of her panties and kissed her shoulder.
“Third door down the hall.” She hopped down off the counter without missing a beat, inadvertently pushing him aside, and held her hand out for Andrew to take. “Let’s go.”
He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously. “Anxious?”
“You have no idea,” she replied playfully.
The two set off toward Chris’s bedroom, stepping over discarded clothes on their way. Once inside, Chris grinned up at Andrew and kissed the spot over his heart, the place where flowers grew. She ran her tongue along his tattoo, causing him to shiver and groan in pleasure.
“It’s always belonged to you, you know?” he declared, threading his fingers in her hair, brushing it away from her face.
Chris’s heart swelled and she knew she was doing the right thing with him here in her room.
“Then show me.” She grinned and kissed his chest once more.
Andrew leaned down and kissed her, letting his tongue explore her mouth until they were both breathless and somehow had ended up on Chris’s bed.
Andrew kneeled between Chris’s legs and wordlessly lowered the zipper to her skirt, then pulled it down her legs.
She looked so beautiful just like that, lying there wearing only a skimpy pair of panties, but he needed to see all of her.
Chris watched as Andrew undressed her with tender care. She lifted her hips, letting him pull off her panties, and closed her eyes when she felt him kiss the inside of her calf.
Andrew kissed her knee, then the spot over her belly button before flicking his tongue over one taut nipple and finally kissing Chris with so much passion, it almost had her in tears.
She felt as if she had never been loved like this before.
Chris quickly reached for Andrew’s pants, undoing the button fly and pushing them down, along with his boxers, as far as she could reach.
His hips shifted against hers and she felt his erection against her thigh. It was hard and warm and she couldn’t help the noises that were coming from her lips as she felt the weight of him shift on top of her.
Andrew was too far gone to think about protection, and Chris wasn’t concerned about it either, since she was on the pill.
When Chris wrapped her hand around his cock and gave him a few strokes, and he positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her, spreading her wetness over his length, neither gave their next movements a second thought. They finally gave in to something bigger than each of them could have ever imagined.
“You feel amazing,” Andrew breathed, skimming his nose down Chris’s throat, kissing her collarbone. He was trying to get himself accustomed to her warmth, but she was shifting underneath him in such a way that made not exploding nearly impossible, but thankfully avoidable in that moment.
“Oh God...I need—” Chris sighed as she pressed herself upward into his pelvis. She could feel her orgasm building already, as Andrew slowly thrust in and out of her. “More,” she begged, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Andrew wanted to feel her come apart. He needed her to. He wanted to watch her face contort in pleasure and see her come undone.
Leaning back on his knees, he pulled her hips so her butt rested on his thighs. “Jesus Christ you’re beautiful.” His voice was husky as he watched himself—coated with her arousal—go in and out of her.
Chris pinched her own nipples, as Andrew held onto her hips and made passionate love to her. She liked this animalistic side of him. As sweet as he had been, it felt beyond amazing to be taken this way. He was usually such a gentleman, and barely ever swore, but hearing a few curse words fall from his lips sounded sexy and, for some reason, made her even bolder
as she reached down and touched herself.
She could feel her orgasm right on the edge, just out of reach. With every thrust she was brought closer, but it simply...wasn’t enough.
“Jesus, sweetheart, I need you to come for me, Chris.” Andrew’s voice came out in pants as he quickened his pace, his eyes going from her face, down her body to the spot where they were joined and where she was now touching.
Damn, that was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
And just when she thought she couldn’t come, Andrew knocked her hand out of the way. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while he pushed himself deeper into her, reaching places she had never felt touched before.
“Holy shit,” Chris panted and fell apart, her eyes pinched shut, her cheeks flush, her lips slightly parted.
Andrew could feel the sweat dripping down his back, between his shoulder blades as he gave her everything he had.
As he watched her tremble and come undone under his touch, he soon followed with his own release. Leaning over and kissing her lips as their breaths mingled, they breathed each other’s air, both exhausted, yet euphoric.
Pressing his ear to her chest, he listened as her heart beat quickly and her breathing change, the tempo calmed as they both relaxed. “I don’t think I can ever let you go, Chris,” he admitted, leaning on his elbow to look at her face.
Chris felt weightless underneath him. She also felt protected and loved, as his eyes searched hers, concern etched in emerald green hues.
She knew then she had to say something. “I thought I’d fallen in love with you and I was scared to death it was too soon.” She paused, looking away to find the right words.
Andrew drew in a shaky breath, his eyebrows knitting together while he waited for her to finish that thought. He felt his heart start to drop to his stomach, because he was certain she was going to reject him.
Seeing the deep crease down Andrew’s forehead, Chris smoothed it out with her thumb and continued. “But I know I’m in love with you, Andrew, and I’m not scared at all.” She smirked and pulled his face to hers so she could kiss him.
Andrew kissed her languidly, worshipping her with his mouth, then pulled back and returned her smile. “I love you too, Chris. I know it’s early in our relationship and this is going to sound crazy, but I think I’ve loved you since we were kids.”
Chris kissed his lips chastely. “It’s not crazy, it’s fate. Finding each other like this, it has to be fate, Andrew.” She shrugged and snuggled into Andrew’s body.
Andrew held her as he thought about her words. Fate. Could it all be that simple?
As Chris peacefully drifted off to sleep, so did Andrew, with the simple answer to his question playing in his mind: yes.
Chapter 7
Sunday morning came too fast for the new lovers. Birds outside Chris’s bedroom window were chirping enthusiastically, singing their praises to the morning sun and, slowly but surely, waking up Andrew.
He blinked a couple times, letting his eyes adjust to the new environment. The alarm clock indicated it was only six thirty—much too early to wake up on a Sunday.
It had been dark in the room the night before, when he and Chris had come together, so to speak, and Andrew smiled as he noticed the frilly, girly decor of the bedroom. This was the Chris he remembered.
She had been a complete enigma to him while growing up. Always wanting to play with his toys, and to Eva’s dismay, she had a tomboy streak to her and loved to dress casually in jeans and T-shirts. Yet, Chris’s bedroom had always been that of a girl; adorned with pinks, purples and the occasional pops of swirly blues and greens. As Andrew looked around the room, he could clearly see how much of Chris was in there and felt at home in her environment.
Andrew closed his eyes as another memory assaulted him. This time, they were around eight and Eva was watching him after school. He and Chris were in Chris’s purple, princess palace of a bedroom. They were sitting on the floor playing with Legos, and Chris had just finished making her house, complete with a garage and a garden, while Andrew was struggling to make a rectangular box.
“I can’t do this,” he huffed and threw a few red and blue blocks on the ground.
Chris rolled her eyes and sighed. “Andrew, you’re a big boy, of course you can do it.”
Andrew was close to tears at this point because he simply couldn’t get the blocks in the right order. It seemed as though he was so slow at working them, while Chris’s nimble fingers were able to manipulate the small pieces in record time.
“No, I can’t, Chris. Look at your pretty house and look at mine.” He crossed his arms over his chest and curled his lips in a sad pout. “It’s not fair.”
Chris stood up and moved her house across the carpet to where Andrew was sitting, and came to sit by him. “We’ll just share this one, then.” She shrugged. “Go get the cars from your book bag and we’ll make some streets,” she ordered, smiling softly.
Andrew nodded, finding Chris’s solution rather good, and stood up to go get the cars. “Thanks, Chris.”
They ended up spending that afternoon building a whole Lego town together. With Chris’s help, Andrew could do just about anything.
A sigh coming from the person lying next to him caught his attention, bringing him back to the here and now, and he turned to lie on his side to watch her sleep.
She was an angel in his eyes as she slept on her side of the bed. The sheet was pulled up all the way to her chin and her hair a tousled, dark auburn mess fanned around her face. Her long eyelashes rested over her cheeks, making her look truly angelic.
Andrew noticed, with a smile, how her mascara was a bit smudged. It made her more real to him. Perfect in her imperfection.
She had always been his Chris. Even when they were kids, Andrew couldn’t think of anyone he regarded as highly as he did this beautiful woman beside him.
She had him wrapped around her pinky from the first moment their eyes had met.
Last night had cemented what he had dreamed of for so long, and he currently let himself take in her features in the warm, morning light.
“Stop staring,” Chris mumbled with her eyes closed, her mouth curving up in one corner.
“I’m not staring. I’m simply observing a pretty girl.” Andrew let the back of his finger graze Chris’s cheek, and she slowly opened her eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the light.
“Uh huh. That’s creepy, you know?” she admonished teasingly, turning to face him fully.
Andrew scooted his naked, blanket-covered body closer to her and pushed the hair away from her forehead, smoothing it back against the pillow. “At least I’m not sneaking in at night to watch you sleep like in one of those vampire movies.”
Chris laughed and moved herself closer to Andrew’s body, pulling the blanket over them both as her chest pressed softly into his and their legs intertwined. “Now, see, that right there would definitely be creepy.”
“Not romantic at all?” Andrew asked, jutting out his bottom lip playfully.
“Sorry, no. If you want to be here with me, all you have to do is ask,” she countered with a smirk. Her one hand rested over his shoulder, her thumb drawing gentle lines on his skin, while the other one was tucked in under her pillow.
Andrew wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body flush with his, groaning as his erection made contact with Chris’s midsection. “Now, Miss Laurence, if I did that, wouldn’t there be a possibility of you refusing me?”
Chris shivered as a current ran up and down her body. Andrew’s cock was touching her and memories of their previous night flooded her thoughts. She decided to take the moment for what it was and pressed a kiss to Andrew’s chest, directly over his ink.
Andrew groaned as Chris’s lips trailed from his chest up his neck then to his ear. “I don’t think I could refuse anything you offered me, Andrew,” she whispered.
She needed him. She had never felt this much desire for anything sexual this early in the morning, but with A
ndrew, all she could think of was how good he had felt moving inside her in the darkness of their first night together.
She wanted to feel that again as soon as possible.
Throwing caution to the wind, she didn’t wait for him to answer as she pushed him onto his back and straddled his stomach. She could feel his dick bob against her butt as she moved the covers off them.
Andrew ran his hands up Chris’s thighs and rested them on her hips. “Did you have something in mind, pretty girl?” He tried desperately not to look at her bare tits, but couldn’t bring himself not to.
Chris shook her head and smirked as she watched his eyes roam over her naked body. “You’re such a boy, you know that?”
Andrew shifted his hips, making his intentions clear. “Oh, honey, I’m pretty sure I’m all man.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making Chris giggle. Licking his lips, he sat up and pushed Chris back so that she was sitting with his cock nestled between her butt cheeks. He then ran a finger between her folds, feeling how wet she was for him.
Chris groaned as Andrew’s fingers circled her opening and ran up her slit, paying attention to her clit. He wrapped his mouth around one breast, taking as much of it inside his mouth as he could while his tongue flicked dutifully over the taut bud.
Chris threw her head back and held on to Andrew’s shoulders as she let herself enjoy what he was offering. Her hips moved along with his hand, rotating and circling back and forth as she felt the familiar tingles from a building orgasm start to pull her under.
Soft moans and whimpers echoed in the bedroom as Chris let herself ride the wave of bliss Andrew drew from her.
“Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...” she chanted repeatedly as she pressed herself against Andrew’s fingers. Her nails dug into his skin and his lips worshipped her breasts.
She had closed her eyes, letting her orgasm rush through her body, and reopened them to a grinning Andrew. Keeping her eyes on his, she pushed herself up enough to position his cock where she wanted it. She guided him inside her with a gasp as she adjusted to him; her body still boneless from the mind-blowing orgasm Andrew’s fingers had given her only moments earlier.
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