Their Morning Ritual
Summary: It's their morning ritual.
Rated: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
The feather light kiss at the nape of her neck tells her many things. It says the love of her life is awake, that he'd been watching her sleep, and waits for her join him.
Eyes fluttering open, her dark long lashes barely part before Blair feels those same lips teasing just at the juncture of her throat. Her mouth falls open with rouge lipstick still smeared along them for a party from last night.
The red Valentino dress is still pooled on the floor at the foot of the bed, along with an assortment of undergarments and his pants. She smirks when his tongue darts along her earlobe until his teeth nip at lips and she's moaning, pressing her hands down on his chest to take control. And he lets her; with a cherisure cat smile on his face. Exploring her body with his hands, he sheaths himself deep inside of her already waiting entrance.
A purr vibrates at the back of her throat as she leans back, allowing him to grab the long tendrils of chocolate and honey drips on his thighs. Blair leans forward when he tugs and her eyes catch with his, locking them in place. She doesn't close them when she feels his thrusts becoming faster, stronger. Instead she cups her own breasts, massaging them roughly as her world crashes around her.
He loves this, watching as she is pleasured and happy. Content in his arms and blissfully charmed in his life. Blair lets out a light laugh about loving the morning wood that still sat inside of her.
Dark irises watch her beauty as she milks him. He doesn't stop the shout from his climax or the need to hold her as he pulls her in his arms. "I'll always love you Chuck Bass."