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How could you be mad at him and love him so deeply at the same time? One minute, you're arguing with him and walking out of the door, and the next minute, you're in his arms, kissing his sinfully sweet lips. You didn't understand it, you had too much of him to want anyone else...that's what it comes down to.
You were driving around town, red hot with anger, just having had another famous argument with him. Twice while driving you had stopped and tried to go back to that house, but you had resisted well. But how long will that last? You had a feeling that you would eventually return. You stop at a red light, running your hand through your hair and briefly looking around. you spot a couple that almost looks like you and him, and memories rush back to your mind. God, he was so sweet. Many of times you had personally claimed that you can't get enough of him. You miss him...You need his touch again...no, wait, I'm mad at him...right? you think. Bah, what am I going to do? Just as you ponder a moment, the sound of honking horns from cars behind you remind you that the red light has since turned green and you need to proceed. You drive on, but only for a little while longer before you realize that you need to go back. Go back to him again.
You shortly arrived in front of the house. You get out of the car and slowly walk towards the door, hesitant. You look back at the car, wondering how it took one second to convince yourself back here again. You then look at the door, and continue to walk. Maybe he's not here...maybe he took a walk around or something. You opened the door, your heart racing, and you find Chris standing there.
Leaned up against the counter, his bright eyes stared into yours. And you froze. Part of you wanted to jump into his arms; the other part wanted to back away and close the door. Unfortunately, you weren't doing either, and that gave him clearance to walk closer to you. You trembled, knowing and wanting exactly just what he was about to do. His body was right against yours, your eyes still locked in one another's. He went up to touch your face and you finally turn your head away. Why did I do that? Isn't that what I wanted? No...I don't want that.
You turn your body away from him and start to walk out again, only you can hear his footsteps behind you. You can feel his footsteps behind you. They were quicker than yours, and you could tell because you could instantly feel his arms wrapped around your body, promptly turning you to face him once more and not letting you go.
Looking down, You wanted to cry. You wanted to pound away at his chest and scream. He kissed your forehead and tears fell. Taking in a few deep breaths, You could fall apart at the scent of fresh clothes and sweet cologne. You were dizzy, but not in a physical sense. You could feel his warm breaths at your ear, and it took you back to those hot nights experienced in that big bed...
"I'm sorry, honey." Chris said. The first time he'd spoken since the argument, and he called you by his affectionate name for you. And you just loved hearing it. You loved hearing his deep voice almost call out to you. It soothed your soul. Sometimes it aroused you. But you were supposed to be mad. How is that possible with all this goodness around me?
You felt his hand caress your arm and you shivered. He gave you goose bumps, like always when he touched you. It's like your body wanted him and your skin was a sure sign. You let out a shaky breath, feeling his hand move up your neck. Your pulse quickened...if you were to look into his eyes right now, You would be putty in his arms. You were surprised that you weren't by now. His hand crept under your chin and he pushed your head up. You could feel your anger let up, like a spell from his eyes had dissipated all of that. You could never read him, but you bet he could read you with his eyes closed. God, he was so good. The tears didn't fight; they just came falling down and the other hand quickly came up and cleared them from your face. Your arms, which were at first limp at your sides, had now found solace around him. It didn't take much longer before his lips touched yours, at first softly and then with a little intensity. As much as you wanted to speak up and defend yourself, it felt a bit better to not possess the ability of speech right now.
A bit of a gasp and a moan escaped your lips when he stopped. A knee-jerk reaction, quite surly. He quickly lifted you in his arms and kissed you again, his tongue tracking along your bottom lip. Your mouth gaped open and your tongues met in a sudden rush of passion. Or maybe you just missed that a lot. He carried you back into the house and all the way upstairs to the bedroom. By this time, You couldn't even remember what you had been mad about...You just need his touch, that's all you can decipher in your brain. Surprised that you could still think by now.
He laid you down on the bed gently; his body nestled on top of yours and perfectly between your parted legs. One of your hands was sliding around his back; the other was sliding through his smooth hair as you passionately kissed once more. Those lips were so damn sweet. You dreamt of kissing him for a week at times. His hands were pulling up your sundress, caressing your body up. The dress finally separated your lips, forcing your arms above your head as the dress slid over. He left your dress around mid-arms and his lips began searing kisses on your neck and collarbone, causing you to audibly gasp this time. You eased your arms from the dress and pushed it aside, sliding your fingertips down to his tie, undoing that and sending it with the dress onto the floor. Slowly, each button came undone. You pushed the shirt away from his body, caressing his strong arms. You left it on his arms and ran your fingertips down his chest. You loved touching his body; it made you feel like you were feeding an obsession. He unclasped the front of your bra and you pushed my chest upward, begging for his attention. You felt his tongue trace your peaked nipples, flicking at them with a light fingertip. Regardless if you were being teased or not, your body was on pulsate and everything that he was doing was consuming you by the minute. You had long since been very aroused by him and for him; that's how it usually worked and it never failed once.
Butterfly kisses trailed on, reaching the waistband of your underwear. They slowly came down your legs until they too met the floor and his lips met the moist junction between your thighs. He kissed your lips tenderly, as though he kissed you, his tongue circling the hardened nub below. Your hands were running through his hair again, not being able to fight back any pleasurable noises you made, despite how hard you might've bitten your lip to. His tongue now delved into more heated depths and you almost lost control. You could never try to hold off when he devoured you like he did. You have torn sheets and pillows, and have caught cramps in your legs, feet, and stomach trying. But this time, he stopped, kissing down your leg all the way to your feet. You looked up at him and he was looking back at you, his eyes a little more like darker now, giving him a sexier appeal. You looked him up and down, noticing his erection full in his pants.
He then moved to unbuckle his belt, his pants following next, and his boxers last to hit the floor. And there he stood in his complete sexiness, and you were ready for him...
Your bodies magnetically stuck together again, your lips singeing one another's and your arousals begging to fulfill each other's desires. And he linked the final connection between you, causing you to toss your head back and moan. Your body was burning hot all over and you followed his rhythm, your bodies rocking as one, like one would to their favorite song. You could hear his groans and harsh breaths, thrusting deep and slow, filling you up inside. Your arms wrapped around his neck and back, focused on the tender love he was so good at giving. God, he was so good...
Your left leg was now perched over his shoulder, and you were still trying to hold on to whatever sanity you had left. But it was becoming apparent that with him, holding on would only last for a little while longer. He put your leg down and moved behind you, now taking your leg back around him and pushing inside again. His lips found your neck and that sweet spot which made you moan louder for him, and activated it as such. You looked up at him and his lips slammed down on yours, his body moving faster and deeper inside of you. You moaned over and over again, moving your hips to an uncontrolled rhythm. You shook, letting the emotions overflow, and you burst at the seams as you came to very hard. Not too much longer could you hear his groans, his hands planted on your hips as he let go. A moment or two later, he got back on top of you, kissing you softly. Your hands were on the sides of his face, not being able to get enough of him...any of him. It didn't take any words, just looks, to tell each other that you loved one another. It came naturally, being you were spoiled, and he loved giving you what you needed.
