"Steph, what the hell?" He pulled open the door and stared at her, not
quite believing what he was seeing. "Get in here before you get us both
shot." He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
"Chris, I'm sorry, I just..I just needed to know why." She looked up at him sadly. "I think about you a lot, and what you said that night, you never gave me a chance to explain."
"You laughed in my face Stephy, that's about as plain as you can get." He bit the side of his jaw and looked around his room, suddenly ashamed of the condition. "Sorry about the mess Princess, I wasn't expecting company. I was celebrating actually." Stephanie finally looked at him, he didn't look like he was celebrating. He was wearing a pair of faded gray boxers and a white T-shirt.
"Chris, about what you said that night," she continued to stare at him, trying to read his expression, but it was hard and cold. "I'm sorry for laughing, I'm sorry that you left, I'm sorry for everything." His face softened slightly and she smiled inwardly. "We were friends once, albeit out of hatred for my ex husband, but I would like to be friends again."
"I'd like that Steph." He finally smiled down at her and she launched herself into his arms, hugging him. He was shocked, the last time he had try and hug her she had brushed him off. Her body felt good against his, damn good. "Steph, you had better back away now, or I'm going to embarrass myself."
She didn't back up, just lifted her head from its position on his chest. "Friends kiss sometimes you know." He couldn't smile, he could barely remember to breathe as she lifted her head and pressed her lips to his. Slowly his arms found their way around her waist, pulling her close and holding her tightly to him. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue began its task of trying to coax his out. She succeeded and soon her tongue was rewarded with strokes from his tongue.
Chris' hands moved from her waist to her ass, cupping her there and pulling her against him. He loved the feel of leather, especially the way she felt in leather. She moaned into his mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to his already throbbing manhood. The minute she walked he found himself aroused.
Finally not able to stand anymore of her sweet torment, he pulled his lips from hers, but kept their bodies pressed close together. "Stephanie, if you don't leave now, I won't be able to stop." Instead of frightening her, he made her all the more aware of her own sexual needs.
"I know." She whispered to him before pulling his head down to hers for another kiss. Chris tasted every inch of her mouth, it was better than he had ever dreamed it would be. Her body was more responsive than could have ever hoped. She was shaking with desire, desperately wanting him to touch her.
"Oh God, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this." Chris cupped her breasts in his hand, running his callous thumbs over her nipples. "Every since you got them I've wanted to touch them." His mouth came down on her again.
Stephanie was reeling from the sensations Chris was bringing to the surface, the only man she had ever been with was her husband, and that was few and far between. She was going to tell him the truth, the truth that his passion was scaring her. "Chris?" She broke away from his greedy mouth and looked up at him. "Hunter is the only person I've been with."
He looked at her dumbfounded. After everything he had called her, after everything everyone had called her she decided to come clean, and for some odd reason he believed her. The way she was trembling was an indicator. "Are you saying you want to stop?" Dear God don't let her say no was the only thing he could think after the words came out of his mouth.
"NO! I um, well, I just want to take it a little slower, not so rushed. We have all night after all." She smiled her award-winning smile and Jericho nodded, reaching out to caress her shoulder.
"Anything you want Princess." Jericho whispered and started again kissing her neck and ear. How he had managed to get her to the bed without her knowing was beyond her comprehension. He laid her on her back and then stood over her, looking nothing less than like a bronzed god. "I'm going to cherish your body tonight." He whispered as he slipped off one of her high-heeled sandals. "I'm going to make you forget about the one before me." He kissed her ankle, nibbling on the delicate bone there. She sighed happily as he slid his hands up and down her legs. "Remember that night on Raw when I locked you in the walls and your dress flew up?" He chuckled and continued to massage her calves. She nodded slowly, a red blush creeping to her cheeks. "I could see you through your panties, you don't know how badly I wanted to bury my tongue in you at that moment." He was whispering huskily while he worked on the button to her pants.
She raised her hips to accommodate him and when the pants were on the floor by his feet his eyes swept over her. Her didn't think he had ever seen a belly button as cute as hers. Her hips were rounded so sweetly, and the dark hair that covered her womanhood was visible beneath her white cotton panties. As badly as he wanted to rip the panties off of her and bury himself within her to the hilt, he wanted her to remember him.
"Chris, I'm sorry, I just..I just needed to know why." She looked up at him sadly. "I think about you a lot, and what you said that night, you never gave me a chance to explain."
"You laughed in my face Stephy, that's about as plain as you can get." He bit the side of his jaw and looked around his room, suddenly ashamed of the condition. "Sorry about the mess Princess, I wasn't expecting company. I was celebrating actually." Stephanie finally looked at him, he didn't look like he was celebrating. He was wearing a pair of faded gray boxers and a white T-shirt.
"Chris, about what you said that night," she continued to stare at him, trying to read his expression, but it was hard and cold. "I'm sorry for laughing, I'm sorry that you left, I'm sorry for everything." His face softened slightly and she smiled inwardly. "We were friends once, albeit out of hatred for my ex husband, but I would like to be friends again."
"I'd like that Steph." He finally smiled down at her and she launched herself into his arms, hugging him. He was shocked, the last time he had try and hug her she had brushed him off. Her body felt good against his, damn good. "Steph, you had better back away now, or I'm going to embarrass myself."
She didn't back up, just lifted her head from its position on his chest. "Friends kiss sometimes you know." He couldn't smile, he could barely remember to breathe as she lifted her head and pressed her lips to his. Slowly his arms found their way around her waist, pulling her close and holding her tightly to him. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue began its task of trying to coax his out. She succeeded and soon her tongue was rewarded with strokes from his tongue.
Chris' hands moved from her waist to her ass, cupping her there and pulling her against him. He loved the feel of leather, especially the way she felt in leather. She moaned into his mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to his already throbbing manhood. The minute she walked he found himself aroused.
Finally not able to stand anymore of her sweet torment, he pulled his lips from hers, but kept their bodies pressed close together. "Stephanie, if you don't leave now, I won't be able to stop." Instead of frightening her, he made her all the more aware of her own sexual needs.
"I know." She whispered to him before pulling his head down to hers for another kiss. Chris tasted every inch of her mouth, it was better than he had ever dreamed it would be. Her body was more responsive than could have ever hoped. She was shaking with desire, desperately wanting him to touch her.
"Oh God, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this." Chris cupped her breasts in his hand, running his callous thumbs over her nipples. "Every since you got them I've wanted to touch them." His mouth came down on her again.
Stephanie was reeling from the sensations Chris was bringing to the surface, the only man she had ever been with was her husband, and that was few and far between. She was going to tell him the truth, the truth that his passion was scaring her. "Chris?" She broke away from his greedy mouth and looked up at him. "Hunter is the only person I've been with."
He looked at her dumbfounded. After everything he had called her, after everything everyone had called her she decided to come clean, and for some odd reason he believed her. The way she was trembling was an indicator. "Are you saying you want to stop?" Dear God don't let her say no was the only thing he could think after the words came out of his mouth.
"NO! I um, well, I just want to take it a little slower, not so rushed. We have all night after all." She smiled her award-winning smile and Jericho nodded, reaching out to caress her shoulder.
"Anything you want Princess." Jericho whispered and started again kissing her neck and ear. How he had managed to get her to the bed without her knowing was beyond her comprehension. He laid her on her back and then stood over her, looking nothing less than like a bronzed god. "I'm going to cherish your body tonight." He whispered as he slipped off one of her high-heeled sandals. "I'm going to make you forget about the one before me." He kissed her ankle, nibbling on the delicate bone there. She sighed happily as he slid his hands up and down her legs. "Remember that night on Raw when I locked you in the walls and your dress flew up?" He chuckled and continued to massage her calves. She nodded slowly, a red blush creeping to her cheeks. "I could see you through your panties, you don't know how badly I wanted to bury my tongue in you at that moment." He was whispering huskily while he worked on the button to her pants.
She raised her hips to accommodate him and when the pants were on the floor by his feet his eyes swept over her. Her didn't think he had ever seen a belly button as cute as hers. Her hips were rounded so sweetly, and the dark hair that covered her womanhood was visible beneath her white cotton panties. As badly as he wanted to rip the panties off of her and bury himself within her to the hilt, he wanted her to remember him.