15/01/06
Title
: I Love You
Author : Leeloo Copeland
Distribution : ask
first
Disclaimer : I don't own anyone.
Rating : R for sex lol
Chapter 5
We were both crying in each others arms, happy tears. After a long and warm embrace I placed the ring on her finger and we both smiled at each other and started to kiss each other passionately and softly like the first time.
I brushed a few strands of hair off of her face and caressed her cheeks. Her skin is so soft. I place a few butterfly kisses on her cheeks and neck, I can tell she's really enjoying it by the way she's moaning. We both lay on bed not breaking the kiss.
I kiss her lower and lower tracing my way down to her breast showing from the bustier that she's wearing, kissing her way and leaving wet marks on her soft skin. Kissing the beginning of her breasts and her collar bones, she's moaning in pleasure at the touch of my wet tongue on her skin.
Martha's POV
"Mmmmm Chris it feels so good baby" I moaned in pleasure. "I want you so bad Chris, it's killing me." I moaned in pleasure
Then his lips were on mine, hard and hot, as he kissed me like I was the breath of life. His tongue teased my heart-shaped lips. He smelled so good. His tongue was in my mouth, caressing mine. I groaned as he released my upper arms and ran his hands all the way up to my fingers. He brought my hands up and placed them on his chest, all the while still nibbling at my lips and sucking my tongue into his own mouth. I was so wet, and my hips had started their own little grinding motion, as if he was fucking me already, and he had barely touched me.
I placed my hands where the top two buttons of that white button-down shirt were open. And looking at him as he was kissing his way down to my stomach again.
"You're killing me, Martha," he said. "Stop looking and start touching, sweetie." He laughed.
His eyes were half closed as he looked at me. Chris was sex incarnate, as far as I was concerned, and I did exactly what I knew he wanted. I began to undo one button at a time, until his shirt was undone halfway down his chest. I sighed as I ran my pink-tipped fingernails on his hard chest. He laughed low in his throat like he knew how much I had wanted this.
I hadn't been paying attention to his hands, but I sucked in my breath as I saw an evil little grin at the same time that I felt his hand close over my aching right breast. My pebbled nipple stabbed his palm, and my breath hitched as I froze, afraid he would stop this wonderful assault on my senses.
"You're so damn beautiful," he said. "I've been dying to see these beautiful tits in a long time baby. I love it that your big nipples are so hard, almost as hard as I am for you, sweetie ... feel how hard I am for you."