Teenage Dream

Chapter 19: This Love ❤️‍🔥

Reaching to your sides you whip your shirt you had on off, an old shirt of Chris's which you loved to sleep in. It had his favorite band plastered on the front of it.

But of course Chris had other plans than just going right to sleep.

Sitting up himself, Chris buries his nose between your breasts, and you cradle his head. His soft short hair tickling your palm, he wraps his lips around your nipple, loving it with his tongue making you see stars.

His grip on your hips tightens when you clamp around him, you feel like you can't catch your breath, but Chris doesn't seem to care, he extends his neck to be able to catch your lips in a hot kiss.

Your arms cross over his nape, and you let your weak drape over his shoulders, that chain he never takes off glowing under the moonlight in the room.

Pulling away from the kiss, Chris drags his wet lips across your jawline, and towards your ear.

"My best girl," he whispers, "my only girl."

"Ohhh!" You let go, and hand yourself hostage to a place only Chris can take you there and back.

"Chrissss!" Dropping your mouth open, fireworks explode inside you, your legs threaten to close but due to Chris's torso being in the way you're stuck with feeling a rush of emotion and overwhelming.

"So fucking good, angel—yeah that's it." Chris repeats, digging his face into your neck, you felt so weak and tired, the only thing holding you up were his hands.

Thrusting himself up into you, once, twice, three more times before he was halting and coming with a shout in your ear. Soothing him through it, you caress the little tail of hair at back of his head.

Your fingers sometimes traveling lower to touch his back, not controlling yourself to stop, you lean down to gently kiss his lips, despite him panting for air.

Chris takes you back onto the bed, and both of you get the wind knocked out of you, "whew," you both exhale. And you relax onto his warm body.

Chris reaches to move all of your hair to the side, while you rested your face on his chest, gliding his fingers up and down your back he does his best to get you to relax.

The half joint you smoked with him was still on the nightstand, he reaches for it and inhales. It's been a long time since Chris smoked...he used to do it all the time when you guys were teenagers. It helps him with his anxiety.

But you got him to take it easy. And for you he does just about anything you say.

Today is a special occasion though, it's your anniversary with Chris from when he first asked you to be his girlfriend many years ago. And you wanted to forget about everything. About your book, things with your mom, about trying for a baby, about it all.

Lana did you guys the favor of taking care of Dodgey, she was back home house sitting for you guys as well.

And when you tell her you smoked weed for the first time, if you know her well she might be pissed at Chris for not being the first one to smoke with you.

It's not something you'll continue to do, and you made sure Chris knew that. He could see how anxious you were getting. About starting another book right after publishing your first one.

It's a lot of pressure.

And like the good hubby he is, he surprised you with a surprise trip to the Maldives. A getaway for you both.

And to be honest you desperately needed it.

Chris exhales and you watch the smoke linger in the air just for a few moments until it vanishes.