You sighed as you finally reached the front door of your place, setting down your bag as you rummaged in your pocket for your keys. You’d been away for a whole week visiting family out of town, and though you’d been happy to see them, you were really glad to be home now. You were tired, and looking forward to just curling up with Chris on the sofa, but unfortunately that couldn’t happen yet, because it was a school day and he’d still be at work for a couple more hours.
Once you got the door open, you lugged the bag inside, putting it against the wall out of the way. You didn’t exactly feel like unpacking now, you needed a few moments to just relax. After kicking off your shoes, you were ready to go and do just that, when you heard a voice speak up from behind you dripping with a seductive tone.
“Welcome home, pudding.” You turned around to see Chris lounging there on the sofa, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, and his hair messed up in the way that always looked so sexy on him. Though you’d been feeling exhausted from your drive home, seeing him like this had certainly managed to perk you up a bit.
“Chris, what are you doing here? School isn’t over for another three hours.” Obviously you weren’t disappointed to see him, quite the opposite, but you couldn’t help but be curious.
“I knew you were coming back today, so I just… didn’t go,” Chris told you with a shrug, and you looked at him, your eyebrow raised. “What? It’s just P.E. It’s not like it’s important.”
“You’re going to lose your job if you keep up like this, you know.” You walked over towards the sofa, and already, Chris sat up and was reaching out to try and touch you, but you were just out of reach.
“That wouldn’t be so bad, lambchop. More time to spend at home in bed with you.” You heard the quietest snicker from Chris when he was able to grab your backside, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Or on the sofa, or in the shower… I’m not picky.”
“Don’t I know it,” you said with a laugh. Once Chris let go, you sat down on the sofa beside him. Before you even knew what hit you, his mouth was on your neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin. “Sometimes it seems like all you think about is sex.”
“It’s not all I think about,” he assured you, his hands quickly moving to your breasts, in typical Chris fashion. Even though you still had your shirt and bra on, the feeling of him fondling them was enough to elicit a tiny moan. “Could you blame me if it was, though? You don’t know what you do to me.”
"Well, I just got home and you’re already feeling me up, so forgive me for believing that.” You tilted your head back a little, so Chris had more room to kiss your neck.
"It’s been a week, I missed you.” He punctuated his statement by sucking hard on your neck just under your ear, intent on leaving a mark. “I tried to take care of it myself, but my hand doesn’t feel as good as you.”
“Believe me, I know how you feel,” you sighed, as one of Chris’ hands slipped under your shirt, reaching under the cup of your bra so he could touch your breast directly, brushing his thumb against your nipple and making you shiver. “I missed you too, Chris.”
“Good,” Chris said smugly, pulling you towards him a little so he’d have enough room to push you onto your back. When you felt him beginning to tug at your shirt, you lifted yourself up a little, assisting him in removing the garment. Chris wasted no time in disposing of your bra as well, throwing both pieces of clothing onto the floor. His mouth was on your breast almost instantly, sucking at one nipple for a bit before moving on to the other one.
Once he’d had enough of that, he moved onto your trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them before yanking them down your legs along with your panties. He sat up to admire your fully naked form, his eyes trailing down your body with a devilish smirk. “God, you look so good like that,” he said, teasing his fingers against your already wet entrance. “I could come just from looking at you.”
You didn’t doubt that, judging by the sight of his very prominent erection through his own trousers. Chris toyed with your clit for a while, and you closed your eyes at the feeling, surprised at how only a week without his touch could have made you this sensitive. You were so caught up in the sensation that you barely noticed when he grabbed at your legs, maneuvering them so they were resting on his shoulders. However, the feeling of his tongue against your slit was certainly enough to grab your attention.
Chris immediately got to devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in a week, grabbing at your hips to keep you in place. You clapped a hand over your mouth to obstruct the ridiculously loud moan you let out, but it wasn’t much help. Chris smiled against your core, the sounds coming from you egging him on to overwhelm you further. As his tongue worked at your entrance, his nose brushed against your clit, and it was already beginning to become too much for you.
Your free hand tangled in Chris’ already messy hair, gripping at it so hard that it surely had to be at least a bit painful for him. But still, he continued, and it wasn’t long before your release hit you like a truck. As the pleasure washed over you, all you could do was say Chris’ name, squeezing your thighs around his head as he kept licking at you.
Eventually, Chris stopped, and you simply laid there and tried to catch your breath, feeling like you’d just run a marathon. You thought you were exhausted before, but now you thought you might not be able to move for the rest of the day. “You still taste amazing, peaches,” he told you, and though you weren’t looking at him, you just knew that he was wiping all of your wetness from his chin and licking it off his fingers.
Once you were finally able to open your eyes again, you were surprised to see that Chris was already completely naked, having stripped off while you were busy recovering. Though he was generally very lazy in everyday life, his ability to get his clothes quickly off when he needed to was second to none. It was honestly very impressive.
“Come on, cheesecake, we’re not done yet.” Chris slowly trails his hand up your calf and to your thigh, while not so subtly licking his lips. Your eyes flicker down for a moment to admire his cock, hoping that he would hurry up and fuck you already. “How do you want to do this?”
“As long as I don’t have to move, I’m happy,” you said, and you immediately saw Chris pout.
“Aww, you know I like it when you’re on top,” Chris replied in a fake whiny tone, looking at you with pleading eyes which you were not going to fall for.
“You should have thought about that before you tired me out. If you want to come, it’s your responsibility, Christopher.” Chris smiled at your somewhat forceful tone and use of his full first name; he liked it when you got a little bit bossy with him.
"You’re lucky I love you, marshmallow.” Chris leaned down to give you a brief peck on the cheek, before flipping you over so that you were laying on your stomach. His hands came to your hips, lifting them up slightly, and then parting your legs so he had easy access. Of course, Chris couldn’t miss the opportunity to feel you up again, so he used one hand to grope your backside, while the other guided his cock to your dripping entrance.
You took a sharp intake of breath as Chris sunk himself inside of you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He moaned unashamedly loud at the feeling of you wrapped around him after a week of going without.
“You feel so good, babe,” Chris groaned, defaulting back to the pet name he tended to use when he couldn’t think of any more of his silly food-related ones. He was far too distracted to use his brain during moments like this.
Usually, Chris liked to take things slowly at the beginning and tease you - especially if you’d already climaxed once - but it seemed that your time apart had been a little bit too much for him to bear. He started with an already fast and hard pace, knocking the breath out of you as you brought your hands up to grip the armrest of the sofa.
“I missed you so much,” he repeated, his pace increasing already, as his hands moved from your hips to your stomach. With Chris’ cock inside of you, you didn’t really have the brain power to question what he was doing, so when he pulled you up into a sitting position on top of him, you went willingly.
“I… I missed you too,” you gasped out, closing your eyes as Chris began to bite and lick at your neck. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around your middle keeping you against him, while the other was positioned so he could fondle your breast. He rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers, making you rock your hips back against him.
“I don’t want to be away from you for that long ever again,” Chris told you, and you found yourself nodding, because you didn’t want that either. It might not be realistic in the future, but right at this moment, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere but here with him.
You could tell that Chris was already approaching the edge, from his unrhythmic thrusts and the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving against your neck. Somehow you managed to move your hand down to your pussy, beginning to circle your already sensitive clit with your fingers, making yourself tighten and contract around him.
Chris came first, with a very loud string of curses mixed with your name, and the arm around you squeezed even harder as he spilled himself inside of you. Your climax immediately followed, and Chris was the only thing keeping you upright as he continued to move against you, prolonging both of your orgasms.
Once you were both spent, Chris collapsed backwards, bringing you down with him. The two of you struggled to catch your breath, and simply enjoyed the feeling of being so close to each other. The hand at your stomach stroked against your skin as you began to calm down from your high.
As soon as you were able to move, you freed yourself from Chris’ weak grip, and turned yourself around so you were laying face to face. He looked up at you with a tender, tired smile, brushing some hair out of your face. Your lips connected again for some sweet, lazy kisses, before Chris suddenly spoke up.
“We better get everything cleaned up before Tim gets home,” he said calmly, and despite your exhaustion, you scrambled up into a sitting position.
“Shit!” You exclaimed, practically jumping off the sofa on your shaky legs to grab your clothes. Chris laid back and watched you run around naked, smirking to himself.
“Don’t worry, chestnut, we’ve still got a few hours till he gets back,” Chris explained with a snicker, and you turned to look at him with a frown. “Maybe we could move this to the bedroom for round two?”
You clutched your clothes to your chest, and a smirk grew on your face that matched Chris’ own. You had gone without for a whole week, after all.