Listen to Your Heart - Chapter Ten
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This chapter contains sexually suggestive material. If you are uncomfortable with that, please skip this chapter, the story will resume in the next chapter. Don't worry, if you decide not to read, nothing crucial to the plot will happen in this chapter and you will be able to pick up in the next without having missed anything. Thanks for reading! :D
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Monica smiled into Chandler's eyes as she felt his weight press into her. When it hit her that this was it, there were finally no more interruptions, she almost squealed in her excitement. Instead, she contented herself with pulling Chandler's face towards her so she could reach to kiss him. She threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding the action, sighing when she felt his tongue enter her mouth timidly, brushing against her own.
As much as he adored the feel of her lips against his, Chandler wasn't content with the simple contact for long. The feel of her soft, feminine curves beneath him, pressing against him reminded him of what they were doing. He could feel the firm peaks of flesh, raised on her chest, through the material of her dress, reminding him that she wanted this as much as he did. He praised a higher power, pleased she hadn't worn a bra.
Fighting down his extreme arousal, Chandler forced himself to remember that he wanted this to be special, a quick romp in the sack was fine, good even, but not now. If Monica wasn't going to be able to control herself and keep her emotions in check, he would make sure he did. For both of them.
That thought in mind, he shimmied down her body, and they both groaned at friction. He smiled faintly as her groan ghosted across her lips; he loved that he had that effect on her, that it was his name she was going to be moaning tonight.
As he moved down her body, he feathered soft kisses along her neck and shoulders, gently licking her, following each kiss, stopping occasionally to suck on her sensitive, freckled skin. As he descended towards her shoulder, she reached up to push the strap down, impatiently.
Chandler gently kissed the hand, but stopped her, "Not yet, baby. I want to unwrap this present, all by myself."
Monica grumbled, clearly displeased with his decision, "Not too slow, though? I need you," she groaned, "I don't mind if you tear it open! ? Twice we've been stopped today! I don't care if you rip the dress to shreds, I just… need you."
"You'll have me," he promised, "All night. The wait will be so worth it. We're going to look back on this night, and remember how amazing it was, and then all the waiting and wanting will seem like nothing in comparison."
"I know," she grinned, "You're a romantic, you know that, right?"
"I know," he grumbled, with a smile that let her know that he didn't really mind, "Just don't tell Joey, okay?"
"Joey is the furthest thing from my mind, sweetie," she reassured him with a few soft kisses to the top of his head, "I can't think of anything else but you. You're driving me insane! Move along!"
"Yes'm," he agreed, moving further down her body, sitting up, and straddling her, one knee on either side of her. Monica groaned at the loss of his weight pressing into her, and tried to pull him back down by his shirt, but he resisted. He leaned in, cupping a breast in each hand, and running his fingers gently over their peaks, before moving his head to join them, kissing her through the material. Monica groaned and arched her back towards him, encouraging him. Knowing she enjoyed what he was doing sent a huge wave of satisfaction surging through him, reinforcing his arousal.
As he continued to toy with the hard buds with his mouth, he slid his hands down along her sides stroking her gently, sending a slight shiver down her spine. He reached around to cup her butt, gently squeezing it through her dress. The action was too much for Monica, who reached up and grabbed his shirt, forcefully pulling him down on top of her, his body weight pressing her pleasantly into the bed. Their groins pressed together pleasurably, creating amazing friction.
"Don't be such a tease," she groaned, "You're evil."
He laughed lightly, "I may be evil, but you like it. I can feel it," he told her, nudging her firm breasts with his face, pointedly. She sighed, nodding her head slightly against the pillow, loving that they were in his bed. It smelled like him; a scent she found insanely arousing and comforting at the same time.
Continuing his descent, Chandler slithered further down Monica's body, kissing her stomach, and running his hands down her thighs, feeling the nylon of her stockings. As much as he loved teasing her, he badly needed to feel her bare skin against his fingers.
He ran his hands up her dress, his wandering fingers hunting for the waistband of the material. He was surprised when as his fingers continued their ascent, he found he was stroking her naked skin by mid-thigh. He realized she was wearing thigh-high stockings and the thought of it sent a jolt of excitement through him.
Pushing the hem of her dress up further to expose her soft, gorgeous legs to him, Chandler immediately lowered his face, gripping the top of the stocking in his teeth, and began dragging it down her thigh. Monica moaned at the feel of his teeth grazing her leg, his mouth inches from where she actually wanted it to be. She squirmed impatiently, silently begging for him to remove the flimsy barrier. The action seemed to take far too long for both of them. When he realized it was no longer possible to drag the material any further with his mouth, he kissed her inner knee a couple times, reveling in the feel of her soft skin, before using his hand to pull the stocking the rest of the way off.
When he reached her foot, he told her, "Baby, kick off your shoe, so I can take off your stocking." She could hear the thick arousal in his voice and groaned lightly, immediately fulfilling the request, flinging the stiletto across the room. Chandler raised an eyebrow. Allowing something to be so blatantly out of place was very unlike her. He kissed her inner leg, showing his appreciation for and understanding of her eagerness as he finally removed the stocking.
He immediately began to reach for the second stocking. His fingers had just grazed the hem, when he felt Monica kick her foot, clearly ejecting the other shoe.
Chandler watched it sail across the room and land with a thump, staring at the strewn item for a moment before commenting, his voice husky, "Just wanted you to know, you're insanely sexy when you're messy!"
She smiled, reaching to run her fingers through his hair. "All your fault, you're making me desperate! Stop being such a tease and get me naked faster!" The mental image of Monica naked made him smile inwardly, as he paused in his position, in the middle of dragging the second stocking down her leg. He knew the reality was bound to be even better, and the thought filled him with a renewed vigor. He immediately dropped the material from his teeth and yanked the nylon the rest of the way down her leg, impatiently.
Monica groaned, "That's more like it, sweetie." He quickly settled between her thighs, and she lifted and bent her legs so they were hugging his waist on either side, the thin silken material of her dress and his clothes, still between them. His clothes felt rough and bulky against his skin, thanks to the heightened sense of touch his arousal provided him with.
He returned his lips to hers, and Monica sighed against him, pleased that he had returned to where she could lavish affection upon him. After a few minutes of intense kissing, Monica decided it was her turn to take charge. She gently pulled away, pecking him several times in sweet after-kisses, then gently bit his bottom lip, teasingly. Chandler groaned at the action, and squirmed against her deliciously, rocking his hips slightly into her.
Throwing all her weight against him, Monica used the leverage to flip them over, so she was sitting astride him, straddling his crotch. Grinning at him, and running a hand along the lines of buttons on his shirt, she told him, "Your turn. Someone's wearing too many clothes." She untucked his shirt from his pants.
He nodded slightly, groaning, "Yeah. You're still wearing your dress." He could feel Monica smile against the skin of his neck, where she was currently kissing.
Deciding she wanted to inflict a little torture upon him, like he had her, she ground up against him several times, deliberately. She continued, pleased as he gasped, his body moving with her. Groaning wasn't enough, she wanted to hear him moan her name. Something about the look in her eyes let him know exactly what she wanted, and he applied immediately.
Satisfied, Monica set about undoing his buttons, "There's 12 buttons, here," she told him, teasingly, "How long do you think I can take to undo them?"
Chandler grinned up at her hopefully, "12 seconds?"
"I don't think so, baby," she told him with a shake of her head, "How's 12 minutes sound?"
"Ughhh," he moaned, "Who's evil now?"
"Oh, I am. You torture me, and this is what you get," she informed him, her competitive spirit apparent. She ran a hand down his chest, undoing the first button, pleased when he shuddered. She ran her hands back up his chest, making sure to catch his nipples as she did. Chandler groaned again, mumbling wordless complaints. Monica grinned in satisfaction. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it, baby?"
He swallowed thickly, settling his hands on her waist, "God, yes. Go faster?"
She smiled with a hint of malevolence, "I don't think so, sweetie," she told him undoing the second button, leaning to kiss his exposed collarbone, "We're gonna go nice and slow."
Seeing she wasn't about to change her mind, Chandler reached to the bottom of his shirt, and quickly undid four buttons, before Monica realized what he was doing. She gasped, and slapped his hand, "You're such a cheater, Chandler Bing!"
"But you're going soo slow," he pouted. "Even I went faster than that! God, I'll do anything! Please?" he begged, his tone thick with wanting.
"Well, if you're going to beg… and you'll do anything…" she said, pretending to consider his pleas for her to go faster, before adding breathlessly, "I love it when you beg me. Do it again?"
Chandler purposefully deepened his voice, making it sound thicker and heavier than it already was, "God, please, Monica! I want, no need you so much. I can't stand another second without you pressed against me. Please?" Monica groaned, satisfied, loving the power of her position. She immediately began undoing the remaining buttons, much to Chandler's approval.
As soon as the shirt was unbuttoned, she spread it open, and Chandler sat up so she could push it off his shoulders. The second the garment was loose, Chandler whipped it off, and it followed the way of her stockings as he flung it off the bed. His undershirt soon followed, as Monica snatched the hem, and pulled it over his head as well.
With his naked torso exposed to her, Monica began to press kisses along his chest, tracing abstract patterns along his skin with her lips, until she reached his nipple. He groaned lightly when she licked the area and grabbed her hips, which were still straddling him, his fingers digging into her, as she teased him.
She loved the reaction she was getting from him, and repeated the action on his other side, teasing him with little nips, before soothing the ache she had caused with her tongue. When she decided he had had enough, she pulled back and stared into his eyes, before pressing her torso against his. She gently rubbed her clothed chest against his bare one, pleased with the effect she was having on him. His contented groans and sighs only served to make her desire for him stronger.
They ground against one another, gently, kissing lightly, in their sitting position, her on top of him, rocking in unison, almost as if they were dancing to a silent tune only they could hear.
Monica was so involved in the movement, caught up in how lightheaded and desirable it was making her feel that she scarcely noticed when Chandler rolled them over so she was on her back. His hand immediately began to inch up the skirt of her dress, heading for her waist, searching for an elastic pantyline.
When his hand had reached her hip, and he had found nothing, he looked into her eyes, as if to confirm what he should have already known.
Monica smiled sexily at him, and whispered, "I'm not wearing any, baby."
Chandler grinned broadly at her in response, shaking his head, "How the hell did I not notice this earlier?! All through dinner you weren't wearing any panties?" She nodded in confirmation. He groaned at the mental image, "In the bathroom? God, that is so hot!" She grinned, and placed her hand over his, guiding it towards her midsection.
Chandler groaned as he felt his way under the skirt of her dress, exploring blindly underneath the cloak of the cloth. Having his sense of sight rendered useless, and being forced to focus on only the feel of her seemed extremely sensual. He sighed as he felt the coarseness of her hair against his hand. He moved his hand lower, his fingers dancing gently, teasingly along the crevices of her body, fondling her in the most intimate way possible. She sighed, all sound catching in her throat, not that it mattered, she was sure she wouldn't be able to form a coherent thought to speak, anyway. The feel of him pleasing her in a way that only he was allowed to gave her an incredible surge of satisfaction.
Still, he refused to touch her where she needed him most. She bucked her hips towards him, trying to get him to brush up against her at the angle she needed him, but he pushed her back down by pressing his weight on top of her, careful to keep himself balanced on his elbow so he wouldn't crush her.
He kissed her gently as he teased her, the twin sensations of his tongue and his fingers, moving in separate rhythms against her, slowly but surely heightening her anticipation for the moment they would be together, properly.
When he finally broke the kiss to relocate his affections to her ear, she grumbled breathlessly, "Chandler. You know what I want. Stop being such a…urmmm," she moaned in delight, cutting herself off as his tongue gently traced her earlobe, sucking on it gently, at the same time fingers caught a particularly sensitive area below her dress, "Mmm, sweetie, yes, oh, mmm baby," she babbled, in her pleasure. She could feel Chandler's lips curve against her; she knew how much he loved it when she got vocal.
Chandler sighed into her neck, murmuring against it, his words tickling her ear, sensually, "Are you doing okay, sweetie? Almost there?" She groaned and mumbled incoherently, squirming against him, giving him all the answer he needed. He sped up the movements of his fingers, maintaining the pattern he had formed, his need to help her to her climax reaching an extreme. She was so tense. He could feel her straining and breathing heavily beneath him. The protective part of him that wanted to defend her from even the slightest discomfort needed to ease that for her.
When she finally tipped over the edge into bliss, her feelings of relief and contentedness were so strong that Chandler could feel them, too. The tension seeped out of his bones and he was left with a feeling of utter peace. The little romantic part of his brain liked to think that it was because of their strong emotional bond. Waiting three weeks for this kind of first-time connection was well worth the wait, he decided.
When her body relaxed beneath him, Chandler tightened his grip on her and rolled them onto their sides, intending to give her a minute to catch her breath.
Chandler stroked her damp bangs back from her forehead, "Are you okay?"
Monica nodded, her voice taking on a dreamy quality, "God, yes. That was incredible, baby. I've never had anyone do it like that for me before."
Chandler glanced at her in surprise, "You mean with touching, and ah, fondling?"
Monica nodded, "Yeah. I've had them during sex, before. But never like that. It was amazing. I feel lighter than air. I wish you had felt it with me."
"I did, sweetie. I did," he promised, his shining eyes seeming bluer than they normally did, even in the dimness of the bedroom, "I know it probably sounds lame," he blushed, "But watching you, your face so alive with pleasure… I felt it, too."
"That doesn't sound lame at all," she argued, "I think it's sweet. I love you." He echoed the words, his voice full of sentimentality, proving to her he meant them. They rested in a post-coital snuggle for a few minutes, comfortable just being together, as they waited for Monica's breathing returned to normal. When it did, it was she who instigated the next move.
She flung a leg over Chandler, and pushed him so he was lying on his back, with her on top of him, all of her weight reliant on him. Chandler groaned, as she laid down flat against him, her breasts pushing into his chest, her arms cradled around his head, her hands joined together on top of it, mussing his hair, as she scrunched it, groaning into the deep kiss she had initiated. He moved his arms to cradle her body against his, insuring she wouldn't slip, or try to move from on top of him.
After a few moments he could feel her hands slide from their position, as she relied on him to hold her in place. Her fingers left his hair, trailing down his neck, past his bare shoulders and down his arms, to the side of his chest, finally resting on the sides of his stomach, caressing the bare skin gently.
Chandler was just about to ask her what she was doing, when using one hand as leverage against him to lift herself slightly, she used the other to reach for the buckle on his belt. He immediately moved to assist her, sitting up slightly, so she could straddle him again. He helped her balance her weight on him, so she could use both hands to undo the belt.
Within seconds she had disengaged the buckle and with a couple of impatient yanks pulled the belt free of the pant loops that held it in place. She set to work on the button and zip on his pants, undoing it carefully to avoid catching anything in the zipper.
Monica moaned in satisfaction when his pants split open, and set about assisting him in removing them. She rested her knees on the bed so that her weight was no longer pressing him against the bed and he could raise his hips and she could push his pants further down his legs.
Once they were far enough down his legs that he could kick them off without getting up, she lowered her weight back onto him, groaning in pleasure as their groins pressed together. She lifted herself away from him momentarily, so she could pull her dress up enough that his flimsy flannel boxers were the only thing preventing their bodies from making contact. Though she knew that doing so would probably cause her dress to wrinkle, she didn't care. They ground against one another in pleasure, gasping and sighing.
Chandler sat up fully and reached for her shoulders kissing them gently as his hands worked the zipper on the back of her dress, undoing it, just as slowly as he had promised her he would earlier in the night. Monica groaned at the feel of the garment loosening around her, and squirmed sensually against him.
After what felt like several, long, agonizing minutes the zipper reached the end of its track. Monica shivered, as Chandler slipped a hand inside the now backless dress, the soft warmth of his fingers seeming cool against the heat of her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever it caressed.
Her skin was so incredibly soft, he mused, unwilling to remove his hand just yet. Besides, he got the feeling she was in no rush for him to do so, despite her earlier impatience. Monica moaned and arched into him, rubbing her chest into his. Her eyes meeting his, she silently begged him to remove the dress.
She lifted her arms and stared at him, sexily. Feeling an overwhelming combination of awe and arousal, Chandler reached for the hem of the dress, slowly, torturously, dragging it upward, lifting it over her head. It was quickly thrown over the edge of the bed. Monica briefly considered the wrinkled, inside-out mess of a dress she would find in the morning, but the thought seemed insignificant, with the way Chandler was staring at her, slightly opened-mouthed, like she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. She paused, unsure whether he was even allowing himself to breath in his reverent appreciation of her. She sat still, allowing him to indulge in the naked sight of her, feeling immensely satisfied that she could inspire that kind of reaction.
Chandler wrapped his arms around her waist loosely, groaning at the feel of her bare skin against his forearms. When he finally found his voice again he pressed his lips against her ear, his voice husky with arousal, "You're gorgeous. So beautiful."
He released her and immediately moved to cup her breasts. She groaned and pressed herself further into his touch, as elated with his ability to touch the bare skin of her chest as he was. He ran his fingers gently over the sensitive buds, a strong sense of satisfaction filling his mind as fulfilling her every need and desire became his top priority. He knew, as long as she was happy and it was his doing, he would need nothing more.
Monica immediately clued him into what she wanted, lifting herself off of him and lying provocatively on her back, on the bed, her legs spread slightly, inviting him to lay between them. He stared at her for a few moments, in awe of her form, his eyes running up and down her beautiful body, caressing her visually, as his hands ached to do so physically. He finally moved to touch her, unable to believe that was allowed to, that she actually wanted him to.
He laid on top of her, pressing his hardness against her, letting her feel what the sight of her had done to him. She moaned, and pulled him flush against her, so their chests rubbed together sensually. They both groaned when their nipples caught and tweaked on the other's skin.
After a few moments of rubbing their bare torsos together, Monica's hand began to descend to his waist, searching for the elastic of his boxers. Understanding her intent, Chandler rolled them over, so he was underneath her, and she could pull the last garment remaining between them off of his body without him having to climb off of her and remove it himself.
He lifted his hips and she yanked the flimsy cloth garment down his legs, sending it careening over the foot of the bed with a toss. She groaned as she got an eye-level view of how aroused he was, and unable to resist, she shimmied forward, and placed a gentle kiss on him.
He groaned deep in his throat at the soft sign of affection and canted himself on his arms, so he was looking down at her, his enjoyment written all over his face. The soft expression in his eyes was what convinced her to go for it.
She kissed him, trailing kisses down the length, following each kiss with a short lick. Gaining more courage from his positive responses, she worked faster and cupped him in her hand, occasionally looking up from her position, needing to see his face, contorted with pleasure.
Finally, deciding she was ready, she moved to take him into her mouth, but stopped before she could do anything more than kiss the tip open-mouthed, too nervous to follow the action through. As much as she loved him and felt secure in their relationship, she hadn't really had a lot of experience in that area and felt suddenly insecure in her ability to please him in that way.
Seeing her hesitance, Chandler, touched her shoulder, caressing it, encouraging her and reminding her of his presence. Seeing she was still proceeding cautiously, he pulled her up to his eye level, so they were lying naked, side-by-side. He kissed her gently, reassuring her that her tentativeness was unimportant.
"You don't have to, baby," he said supportively, "I'm happy with you like this," he cupped her bare bottom gently, "I love you, okay?"
"I know," she agreed. "I love you, too," she told him, a soft smile lighting her face. Relieved and re-energized, she moved her hand to cup him and gently began to stroke his length.
He flopped back against the pillow, his arms wobbling beneath him, unable to support his weight as pleasure swelled throughout his body, surging from the spot where her hand was wrapped around him.
He groaned and grunted unintelligible words of encouragement, fumbling his hand to her hair, stroking it in reassurance. The small gesture, touched and comforted her and she moved her fingers faster, wanting to see him fall into bliss, like he had helped her do.
She watched his face twist and contort in pleasure, his words from earlier, about how he felt when doing the same to her, suddenly snapped into focus. She knew exactly what he meant when he explained how he had felt the intensity of the act through her reaction. She felt it, too.
Feeling a desperate need to be closer to him, she leaned against him, so she could kiss him lightly, as she continued her movements. He reacted favourably, returning the kiss, and deepening it, the hand that had been stroking her hair was now cupping her face, brushing away strands of stray hair whenever they would fall on her face.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her lips, uttering her name in a choked whisper. Realizing what he was trying to tell her, she redoubled her efforts, speeding up her actions. She felt him tense beneath her and topple into his climax, his responding groan affecting her more deeply than any of his previous ones.
When he had relaxed in her arms, Monica pressed herself against his side, throwing a leg over one of his, resting her head on his chest, contentedly listening to his heart beating rapidly. When it seemed to have slowed to a manageable pace, she told him, "You were right, earlier, sweetie. Feeling that… with you… knowing I helped you feel that way; it was the best feeling in the world." She kissed his chest lightly, "Makes me wonder how much better the real thing is going to be?" she questioned teasingly, gently scratching her nails against his chest mischievously.
He groaned slightly at the thought, and tried to focus on anything but her soft body pressed against his – her breasts pressing into his side, her soft lips on his skin – wanting to let his body have a chance to recover. Still breathing heavily, he questioned hopefully, "Give me a minute and we'll find out?"
She nodded, kissing him again, "Promise?"
"Yeah," he sighed blissfully, continuing in a more serious tone, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"No," Monica hummed against his chest, squirming so her breasts were pushed tightly against him, so he could feel the hard buds perched atop them pressing into his skin.
He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the question he wanted to ask, willing his mind not to wander, to the feel of her body against his, "Why were you so nervous earlier? Was it something I did?" he questioned, concerned, his brow creased. He hated to think that something he had done had made her uncomfortable.
"No," she told him, her cheeks flushing, "It's nothing you did. I wanted to… but…" she trailed off, before continuing more bravely, "I've only ever done it with a couple boyfriends… and well, the last one I tried it with, Kip, he said I wasn't any good at it," she explained embarrassedly, "I didn't want you to think that I was totally inexperienced and had no idea what I was doing and end up ruining the whole night for both of us."
"I wouldn't think that, baby," he explained, stroking her bare shoulders, "If you never want to do it, that's fine. I was just curious."
"It's not that I don't want to," she explained. "I'm just nervous, and I don't want to disappoint you. I think all I need is some practice," she suggested.
"I think, I could help in that department," he told her, with a reassuring smile, "We have the rest of forever to try new things together."
"Oh, good," she nodded in agreement, adding with a slight smirk, toying with him, "It seems like part of you is ready to try something new together, right now."
He nodded in agreement as she continued to stroke his body. He duplicated the actions on her, bringing her arousal back to the surface of her body. He could feel the heat coming off her in waves. He tentatively stroked her breast, fondling her, softly.
He took her enthusiastic response as his cue to escalate their affections. She rolled slightly, allowing him to slip between her legs. They stayed in that position for a moment, staring into one another's eyes, reassuring the other that this was what they wanted. They could read in one another's eyes how desperate they were to be as close to one another as possible, in the most intimate of acts.
Slightly nervous, wary of breaking the mood they had cultivated, Chandler wondered hesitantly, "You're on the pill?"
Monica nodded, licking her lips and hissing a soft, "Yes," as she reveled in the feel of their bodies pressed so closely together. Reassured, Chandler kissed her gently on the chin, then more deeply on the lips, maintaining the kiss as he eased into her. They both sighed at the contact, their bodies tingling with passion for one another, feeling more alive than they ever had before.
The feel of her soft warmth wrapped around him was better than he could have imagined. They seemed to fit together perfectly. It felt natural and beautiful as he moved against her, gently. The sound of her moans encouraged him, spurring him on further in his quest to please her.
She groaned and pressed herself up against him harder, needing to envelope him completely. She squeezed gently, and groaned as she felt his hiss of pleasure reverberate through her. She settled comfortably against him, enjoying the skin on skin contact and wrapped her legs solidly around his waist.
Sighing, wanting to feel his lips pressed against hers, she pulled him down by the neck so she could reach to kiss him. They stared into one another's eyes for a moment, lost in depths of blue, before allowing their lips to meet.
They met one another's movements as they kissed, eager to go deeper and feel more. Each thrust was met with pleasured gasps and breaths, which sunk noiselessly into their kiss.
Chandler sighed, allowing his thoughts to drift to how perfect this moment felt. He wanted to emblazon how he was feeling at that moment on his memory, so he would never forget it. He had only been with a relatively small number of women over the years, but this one topped them all. He could never remember feeling this perfect and utterly content with any of the other women he had been with, especially not their first time together.
As hopelessly romantic as the notion was, Chandler wondered if it was because, in some special way Monica had been meant for him, and they were destined to be together. He brushed aside the thought, not caring how he had found her, wanting to focus solely on the woman beneath him and how she was making him feel at that precise moment.
Monica couldn't have agreed more. As torturous as the seemingly never ending wait leading to intimacy had been, she decided that since it had brought them to this moment, it was entirely worth it. Nothing could be better than how she was feeling now, loved and desired, equally. Monica had never really considered herself much of a romantic person, at least not more so than an average woman, but at that moment she truly felt like a character out of one of Rachel's romance novels, and was enjoying every second of it.
She threw her entire being into the man above her, adoring the safe feeling of love and comfort it provided her with. She thanked her lucky stars that Rachel had run into Chandler at Bloomingdale's that day. The thought that she and Chandler might have never happened if it weren't for that coincidence scared her; the idea of missing out on how complete she was feeling, now, was unfathomable.
Forcing away her thoughts, Monica focused on the feel of Chandler within her and the pleasure they were providing one another. She groaned his name, feeling a strong sense of fulfillment as he echoed hers back.
Chandler watched his girlfriend beneath him, as she bucked to meet his every movement, her head thrashing lightly against the pillow. He reached to cup a breast and help her body towards the goal it was desperately seeking out.
She groaned in approval, motivating him to nudge her, closer still, to release. He lowered his hand, gently stroking the area where they were joined, causing Monica to thrash against him more wildly, and wrap her legs tighter around his waist, as she finally exploded in pleasure. The feel of her contracting beneath him sent him careening over the edge, as well.
He flopped against the sweaty skin of her chest, tired from the exertion. She hugged him to her tightly, stroking the sweat dampened hair away from his forehead. They rolled so that they were both lying on their sides, Monica spooned against Chandler, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
After they had both had sufficient time to recover enough to be able to talk, it was Chandler who spoke first. "Oh my God, words can not describe," he sighed into Monica's neck, his breath warm against her sweaty skin.
Monica turned in his arms, so she could see his eyes. "I know. It was incredible. You're incredible," she told him, twisting so she could peck him on the lips, running a hand through his dampened hair.
They were both quiet for a few minutes, reveling in their closeness and heightened attunement to one another, before Monica broke the comfortable silence, "How are we ever going to top that?"
"We'll manage," Chandler promised with a grin, "We still have the whole night together. I don't want to waste any of it. We don't have to pick up Michelle 'til eleven."
Monica raised an eyebrow teasingly, "Eleven? That's a lot of sex. You think you have it in you?"
Chandler grinned, "I don't know, but I intend to find out. I never knew it could get this good. With you, here, it feels like anything is possible," Monica smiled and nodded. "I just know I want to make love to you over and over, until we're both exhausted."
"Sounds like a plan," she promised.
"Ready for round number two?" he questioned hopefully.
"You bet," she agreed, rolling on top of him. The prospect of being exhausted didn't sound so bad as long as he was by her side.
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Thank you very much for reading and (hopefully) enjoying :)
I was extremely nervous about writing this chapter, since I've never written full sex, even in a PG-13 setting, like this. I think I managed okay, though, with a little support :) Reviews are extremely important to me for this chapter, in particular, more than any of the previous ones. I really need to know how people are feeling about this direction, so I can gauge whether this is something I should continue to pursue in future stories (maybe even again in this one!) or abandon. Any support, or helpful comments are extremely welcome and encouraged.
Just a quick note to let you know, a few of my stories are posted on Jana's webpage, including a oneshot not posted anywhere else, at the moment. Also there are a few new stories up by Exintaris, on the site as well, so if you're a fan of reading about sexy times, I'm sure you'll find something you like there, as well :)
The story will continue in earnest in the next chapter. See you there :)