“Girl, you’re 25 years old and still afraid of the dark. You used to do the same thing when you were fifteen.” he whispered in her ear.
“There might be monsters here somewhere…” she giggled.
“You think so?”
Ciara shivered, she could feel his hot breath on his ear and neck and felt him place his hand on her shoulder. A few moments later he moved his hand down ever so slightly over her back and she shivered again, feeling goosebumps erupt over her skin. She had been ready to reply but now she had forgotten what he had asked her. She stiffened.
Chris had somehow noticed her reaction and let out a huff behind her. Ciara meanwhile waited for him to do something, anything, but to her great disappointment he pulled his hand away. Ciara frowned and a second later shifted back a little, trying to bring her body into contact with his. Ciara hadn’t realized how close he was as she had only moved back slightly before he back was flush against his bare chest. She gulped loudly and tried to spin around to face him but he held onto her hips tightly and aligned his hips against hers, not allowing her to move.
“What are you doing?” she asked him.
“What you clearly want me to do.” He replied, his hand toying with the hem of her t-shirt, his fingers lightly brushing her stomach.
“Chris….” Ciara whispered. “That’s not-“
“Okay.” Chris said suddenly, pulling himself away from Ciara and turning around.
“Wait! “ She said, unable to stop herself.
“What now? Don’t be a tease.” Chris said turning on his bedside lamp and then turned to face Ciara. “You wanna fuck or naw? Damn.”
Ciara studied Chris’ face through heavy lidded eyes, paying close attention to his lips. He had lost weight, but in a good way. It must have been all that dancing while he was on tour because his abs were looking real tight. It took all of her courage but Ciara managed to raise her hand and slowly put it on his chest. Then ever so slowly, like he had done before she slid her hand down his chest to his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs.
“So you definitely want some of this…” he smirked.
“Pffft. You ain’t anything special.” Ciara said propping herself up on her elbows to look at him properly.
“Well you’re not any better yourself. Look at that fat ass spot on your chin! Ew. I thought your acne was gone.”
“Chris!” she smacked his chest. “Don’t be be a fucking ass!”
The next thing she knew was that his lips were on hers. Ciara became stiff as he pushed her back down onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. He straddled her hips and deepened the kiss. She melted into him eagerly, enjoying the sensation of his tongue against her own. His hands slid down onto her thighs and tugged the hem of the oversized t-shirt she was wearing.
“Oh my days. Why do you always steal my shirts Ci? You still have m-“
She silenced him with her lips. This time the kiss was different. Deeper, more urgent. Chris slid his hands under Ciara’s shirt briefly before he tugged it up. Ciara lifted herself so he could lift the shirt over her head, leaving them both topless. Chris took a moment to appreciate what was in front of him with a smirk on his face.
“Well, well, well. Some has finally managed to grow a pair of boobs.” He said smugly, palming her breasts.
Ciara’s face twisted in anger. Why did he always have to ruin the moment. She pushed him over onto his back and swiftly tugged his boxers off. She stared at his manhood and smirked.
It was impressive but she wouldn’t let him know that. “Shame your dick is still small though.” She laughed and this time his face scrunched and anger.
“Nigga, say what the fuck you want but you know my dick is anything but small.” He huffed.
She was suddenly thrown on to her back again so that Chris was on top again. He pushed her panties down and she helped him take them off before positioning himself between her hips. He couldn’t help but admire her well toned figure. He had to admit that she definitely hid it well under all those baggy clothes she liked to wear all the time.
A small groan escaped his lips as she bit her lips cupped one of her breast lightly. She moaned softly arching her hips into his and he thought he might go crazy. He position himself at her entranced and lowered his chest down on to hers. His lips captured hers and he gently caressed one of her breasts.
She cried out, arching into him as he slammed into her. IT had been a while since she had last had sex and she squeezed her eyes shut at the slight discomfort but as he moved that was slowly becoming replaced by pleasure. Chris put his head down next to hers on the pillow as he tried to focus on his rhythm. He tried starting off slow but her tight, wet heat surrounding him nearly pushed him over the edge.
Her hips surged up to meet his as his rythym became faster and faster and as she moaned in pleasure, he lost it and became wild and feral. He slammed into her hard, over and over again. Hard and fast. She was yelling by now but she didn’t care. Soon she felt that familiar tightening in her stomach and she arched upwards, feeling him hit her spot over and over again. She screamed his name as she came, coming around him but he didn’t slow down his pace. Instead, he lifted her legs and put them over his shoulder so he could pummel her harder and faster. He was so deep now that he couldn’t even think. His hands touched every part of her that they could find.
As his hands found her breasts, he pinched her nipples hard and once again he found her body stiffening. She clamped around him so hard that he was sent over the edge as well.
He knew he should have pulled out but this was different. He wanted her to overflow with his seed, wanted to feel her wet all around him. As she let go screaming his name again, he let out a low guttural groan as he pumped once, then twice before releasing his seed inside her.
They rode the waves of ecstasy together, relishing wave after wave of pleasure until darkness blanketed their vision and he was left breathing hard, lying on top of her. Her arms wrapped around him in embrace. Both were limp and sated but he managed to pull out and adjust their position so they were lying side by side in embrace. She cuddled against him and dug her head deeper into his chest, her arms still around him, her hair sticking to his sweat coated chest.
They lay their until their breathing returned to normal, both at a loss of words. She couldn’t even look up at him she was so embarrassed. What the hell had they just done.
“So…” She started.
“Yeah. Um well…The fuck just happened. Goddam! That was fucking awesome!” Chris exclaimed.
Ciara pulled away from him, gave him a dirty look and sat up.
“What?” he said, unable to take his eyes off of her chest.
“We just had unprotected sex you dumbass. What the fuck were we thinking?”
“Oh shit! Fuck! Damn I did’nt pull out?” Chris replied. “Fuck!”.
“You’re lucky I haven’t had my period in god knows how long because of the treatment but EW. Knowing how many thots you’ve been with, I hope you ain’t infected me with nothing.” Ciara laughed nervously. To be honest it was one of the dumbest things she had done and there was a possibility that she might be pregnant but there was only one thing she could do now.
“Shutup! If you must know, I ain’t slept with nobody in almost 2 months.” He said nonchalantly.
“Nigga puh lease. You just came back from tour, I know you were smashing three or four groupies a night. Talkin’ bout I ain’t had none in two months. Pfft.” Ciara said rolling her eyes.
“Ok fine, it has been almost a month though. Don’t worry, we’ll go get you a morning after pill tomorrow.”
"There’s no need, I was still taking birth control." Ciara said as she lay back down.
"Well this is awkward. " Chris said.
"Shhhhh." Ciara said burying her head into the pillow before getting up to go the bathroom. When she came back Chris was snoring loudly. She switched off the light, put her tshirt back on and got into bed. She was asleep in minutes.