Chapter Thirty-four, All Night Thing
Posted by DiF on Friday, January 18, 2013
Title: Angels in a Cage: Chapter Thirty-four, All Night Thing
Rating: NC-17 [sex]
Summary: Chris has been gone for a month. Reuniting with Alyssa is... explosive.
It had been almost a month since she had seen him. Though they spoke on the phone regularly, not actually seeing him made her feel like there was a chance she would lose him. Added to the fact, Alyssa spent many nights hanging out with David, even at Chris’s house. Her emotions were beginning to cloud her judgment, confuse her actions. Just two nights prior, playful making out with David became so heated, both teens ended up topless. The phone ringing — with Chris on the other end — halted it from going further. Alyssa had yet to speak with David at all. Instead, she slept both nights in Chris’s bed with his dogs, trying to focus on how special just a glance from him made her feel.
Because she was his girlfriend; that’s what he called her on the phone. David meant nothing, other than her best friend. She would see that he did not touch her inappropriately again. Sighing, she rolled onto her side with her back to the door and tried to go back to sleep.
Jesse’s head perked up as the bedroom door opened. He wagged his tail before jumping off the bed and hurrying over to greet the visitor. Star joined the other dog as well, happily and silently welcoming their master. Both dogs were pushed out of the bedroom and the door closed. Ignoring their whines, he headed towards the bed, pausing to slip his shoes off. Crawling across the king-sized bed, he leaned down and gently kissed the sleeping girl’s cheek. Groaning, she rolled onto her back, but her eyes remained closed.
Smirking slightly, he leaned down and kissed her curvy lips. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped. Before allowing her an uttered word, he kissed her again, briefly deepening it.
“Chris,” she muttered once he pulled away, “I didn’t know you’d be here so early.”
His lips brushed hers again, “I would have been here sooner if I could have. I have missed you so much, Lyssie.”
She was only able to mutter his name once more before he kissed her deeply again. One hand reached up and cupped her breast. He groaned slightly, feeling her nipple harden against his palm. Before he could continue, Alyssa gently pulled away and rolled out of the bed. He sighed in frustration, but as she headed into the bathroom, he understood. Rolling out of bed as well, he opened the bedroom door, happily greeted the two dogs, and headed downstairs to take them out.
When he returned to the house, he found Alyssa in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, bowl of cereal in her hand. Wearing one of his shirts that ended mid-thigh, her long, brown hair messily hanging out her shoulders, Alyssa could not have been sexier if she tried.
“Lyssie,” he muttered, heading towards her, “you are breathtaking.”
She flushed as she crunched her cereal, “In my jammies, eating Cheerios, in your kitchen?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he nodded, stealing the next spoonful of cereal before she could eat it.
“So basically you’re saying I can just wear your shirts around and not brush my hair and you’d think I’m sexy?” she clarified.
Chris nodded, grabbing the spoon from her to finish the bowl.
“Well then all that sexy lingerie I bought was a waste of money.”
He coughed on the cereal, “I’m sure it wasn’t. I’m sure you’ll be drop dead sexy in it. But you’re also incredibly sexy right now. I—”
She quickly kissed him, “I’m going to go and take a shower. Be sure to put the bowl in the dishwasher.”
Finishing off the cereal, Chris did as told and slipped his dish into the dishwasher after draining it of milk. He played with the dogs, his eyes continuing to glance at the stairwell. Unable to wait for her any longer, he led the dogs down to their room, closed the door, and bounded upstairs himself.
Carefully opening the bedroom door, he paused; half-hoping she was already out of the shower. Yet the part that wanted to join her in the shower won out. With a smile, Chris quickly peeled his own layers off and stepped into the bathroom. He stood there nude for a moment, watching her run her hands through her long, wet hair. Had he not already been in a state of arousal from the moment he saw her sleeping in his bed earlier, that moment surely would have made his blood boil.
Chris barely managed to stifle a groan before he reached for the glass door. Glancing over her shoulder, Alyssa smiled at him and stepped to the side to allow him room to join her. He stepped into the shower, his fingers running through the shower before briefly touching her wet skin. The young woman turned to face him, her eyes sparkling. Her small hands slipped over his shoulders and she kissed him softly. His hands quickly circled around her waist and reached down to squeeze her wet butt. Alyssa squealed, pushed up on her toes, and kissed him again.
Nudging her back against the tile wall, Chris lifted her up and guided her legs around his waist. He kissed her voraciously, his hands straying from her ass to cup her wet breasts. Groaning against his mouth, her fingers tightened on his shoulders. She could clearly feel his arousal but said nothing, not that his kissing would have allowed it.
“God, I have missed you, Lyssie,” he uttered between kisses.
“Chris,” she pulled out of the kiss, “the water is starting to get cold.”
Eyes widening as he realized what she said, he nodded and guided her back to standing. Without pause, he turned off the water and led her from the shower. He grabbed a fluffy white towel and quickly dried her off, before toweling himself as well. His lips brushed across hers and he took her hand once more.
She did not protest as he led her to the unmade bed. A soft giggle passed her lips as he pulled back the rest of the covers and motioned her towards the bed. Winking at him, Alyssa crawled into the center of the bed and laid down, her gold-flecked eyes locked with his. He slipped into the bed beside her, his fingers reaching up to brush her wet hair from her face before kissing her lips gently.
“I love you,” he breathed as his long fingers danced over her skin.
A soft moan left her lips in response, her body gently arching as his fingers teased her pubic mound. Chris smiled and kissed down her throat, showering kisses across her collarbone, before dipping down to kiss her pert nipples. His tongue circled one erect nipple while his fingers dipped between her legs. Her fingers grasped the sheets and her legs parted more, allowing him to touch her however he pleased.
Ever so slowly, while his mouth teased her nipples, Chris slipped two fingers into her wet body. He briefly caressed her entrance before seeking out her clitoris. Alyssa moaned a bit louder when he nibbled her nipple and rubbed her clit. One hand left the bed, buried in his short, dark hair, and guided his mouth back up to hers. He chuckled as she kissed him erratically, pressing her body up against his.
Breaking away from her kiss, Chris quickly kissed down her body. His hands went to her thighs, pressing her legs open even more. Ignoring Alyssa’s weak protests, he began to lick her sex. She tossed her head side to side and arched her hips towards his mouth. Smiling briefly, he began to pet her entrance while his lips circled around her clitoris.
Alyssa moaned loudly, her fingers once more disappearing into Chris’s hair. He ignored her whimpered pleas and tugs on his hair. Instead, he continued to lick and suck her as his fingers slowly pressed into her body. She wiggled and groaned, loving the way his touches lit up her body, completely unaware of what he was doing — until his fingers found resistance inside her.
“Lyssie…” he muttered, his breath tickling her sex.
“I want you, Chris.”
Groaning, he moved back up her body and kissed her softly, his fingers still gently moving inside of her, “Are you sure?”
She gasped slightly as his fingers pressed against her hymen, “Yes.”
Lips touching hers, Chris continued to probe her with his fingers, softly massaging the walls of her entrance and pushing against her hymen. Slowly his middle finger began to push through, gently wiggling through a small rupture in the fleshy veil. Green eyes focusing on hers, he slowly stroked his finger in and out, curving it slightly to press against her g-spot. She moaned as he did so, pleasure washing over her body from his touch. Smiling as she covered her breasts with her hands, squeezing her nipples, Chris increased the pace of his finger, ever aware her hymen began to stretch to accommodate his movements.
He kissed her again, “Tell me when you’re nearly there, Lyssie.”
She nodded, pressing her head back into the pillow and spreading her legs further. Kissing her neck, Chris carefully added his second finger. She hissed as her body resisted the second invasion. Chris instantly stopped kissing her neck and returned to her mouth, his free hand caressing her side. With his kisses and touches, she once more relaxed and his two fingers began to stroke inside her, stretching her hymen open.
“Chrisssss,” she moaned.
Understanding what her moan signified, he carefully withdrew his dew-covered fingers and settled between her legs. Eyes flicking to hers, he gently rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet entrance. He smirked as she moaned when he rubbed it against her clitoris. Lining back up with her entrance, Chris gently pushed in, stopping just short of her stretched hymen. His thumb went to her clitoris and he rubbed it furiously, trying to push her over the brink.
Alyssa moaned and her body arched. Her hands slapped down against the bed. Her fingers curled and clutched at the sheets. As she moaned his name in ecstasy, Chris thrust fully into her throbbing body. She gasped in pain, but he continued to massage her clitoris as he leaned down to kiss her.
“I love you,” he muttered, reaching up to catch her single escaped tear.
Holding still as long as he could as her body spasmed around his cock, Chris slowly began to move in her. For the first few strokes, Alyssa squeezed her eyes closed, trying to will the pain away. With Chris’s hands now roaming her body, she soon forgot about the spike of pain. A soft moan left her lips, making him smile. He kissed her quickly before leaning up to fully appreciate the moment. Both looked down as he thrust in and out of her, noticing the tint of red of the honey coating his cock. She whimpered slightly; he groaned.
“Oh, baby,” he muttered, “you feel so good.”
Alyssa merely moaned in response.
As much as he wanted to hold off as long as possible, hopefully bringing her to orgasm once more, Chris could feel the tension spiraling down his spine. He pushed back slightly onto his knees, pulling her body towards him. With his hands on her hips, he increased the pace of his thrusts and thusly of her soft moans.
So close to the edge himself, he did not recognize her warning moans before her body convulsed and squeezed him tightly. Thrusting as deeply into as possible, Chris’s eyes rolled in pleasure as her body held his tightly. He pulled out ever so slightly, could almost hear her protest, before slamming back into her. With a grunt, he collapsed down on top of his girlfriend, his hips twitching slightly forward as he emptied into her.
Chris held Alyssa for a moment, riding out the last few spasms of their bodies. His lips brushed hers as her arms held him tightly. In that very moment, nothing else mattered in the entire world but them. He would do anything to keep that feeling prominent.
Muttering a final “I love you,” Chris carefully pulled away from Alyssa, causing her to whine slightly. Saying nothing, he rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Confused, she rolled on her side to try to see what he was doing. She heard the sink run quickly, but his naked body blocked her view of his actions. A moment later, he turned with a washcloth in hand.
He returned to the bed, rolled her onto her back, and opened her legs again. Remaining silent, Alyssa watched and Chris gently covered her sex with the warm, wet washcloth. He lovingly cleaned away the remnants of their coupling – and her lost virginity. Once satisfied with that, Chris used the same cloth to do the same to himself before tossing it into the hamper and crawling back in bed. Saying nothing, he pulled the bedcovers over them before slipping his arms around her and pulling her close.
“You are amazing, Lyssie. So amazing,” he muttered in her ear.
“I love you, Chris.”
“I love you, too.”
Jesse’s head perked up as the bedroom door opened. He wagged his tail before jumping off the bed and hurrying over to greet the visitor. Star joined the other dog as well, happily and silently welcoming their master. Both dogs were pushed out of the bedroom and the door closed. Ignoring their whines, he headed towards the bed, pausing to slip his shoes off. Crawling across the king-sized bed, he leaned down and gently kissed the sleeping girl’s cheek. Groaning, she rolled onto her back, but her eyes remained closed.
Smirking slightly, he leaned down and kissed her curvy lips. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped. Before allowing her an uttered word, he kissed her again, briefly deepening it.
“Chris,” she muttered once he pulled away, “I didn’t know you’d be here so early.”
His lips brushed hers again, “I would have been here sooner if I could have. I have missed you so much, Lyssie.”
She was only able to mutter his name once more before he kissed her deeply again. One hand reached up and cupped her breast. He groaned slightly, feeling her nipple harden against his palm. Before he could continue, Alyssa gently pulled away and rolled out of the bed. He sighed in frustration, but as she headed into the bathroom, he understood. Rolling out of bed as well, he opened the bedroom door, happily greeted the two dogs, and headed downstairs to take them out.
When he returned to the house, he found Alyssa in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, bowl of cereal in her hand. Wearing one of his shirts that ended mid-thigh, her long, brown hair messily hanging out her shoulders, Alyssa could not have been sexier if she tried.
“Lyssie,” he muttered, heading towards her, “you are breathtaking.”
She flushed as she crunched her cereal, “In my jammies, eating Cheerios, in your kitchen?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he nodded, stealing the next spoonful of cereal before she could eat it.
“So basically you’re saying I can just wear your shirts around and not brush my hair and you’d think I’m sexy?” she clarified.
Chris nodded, grabbing the spoon from her to finish the bowl.
“Well then all that sexy lingerie I bought was a waste of money.”
He coughed on the cereal, “I’m sure it wasn’t. I’m sure you’ll be drop dead sexy in it. But you’re also incredibly sexy right now. I—”
She quickly kissed him, “I’m going to go and take a shower. Be sure to put the bowl in the dishwasher.”
Finishing off the cereal, Chris did as told and slipped his dish into the dishwasher after draining it of milk. He played with the dogs, his eyes continuing to glance at the stairwell. Unable to wait for her any longer, he led the dogs down to their room, closed the door, and bounded upstairs himself.
Carefully opening the bedroom door, he paused; half-hoping she was already out of the shower. Yet the part that wanted to join her in the shower won out. With a smile, Chris quickly peeled his own layers off and stepped into the bathroom. He stood there nude for a moment, watching her run her hands through her long, wet hair. Had he not already been in a state of arousal from the moment he saw her sleeping in his bed earlier, that moment surely would have made his blood boil.
Chris barely managed to stifle a groan before he reached for the glass door. Glancing over her shoulder, Alyssa smiled at him and stepped to the side to allow him room to join her. He stepped into the shower, his fingers running through the shower before briefly touching her wet skin. The young woman turned to face him, her eyes sparkling. Her small hands slipped over his shoulders and she kissed him softly. His hands quickly circled around her waist and reached down to squeeze her wet butt. Alyssa squealed, pushed up on her toes, and kissed him again.
Nudging her back against the tile wall, Chris lifted her up and guided her legs around his waist. He kissed her voraciously, his hands straying from her ass to cup her wet breasts. Groaning against his mouth, her fingers tightened on his shoulders. She could clearly feel his arousal but said nothing, not that his kissing would have allowed it.
“God, I have missed you, Lyssie,” he uttered between kisses.
“Chris,” she pulled out of the kiss, “the water is starting to get cold.”
Eyes widening as he realized what she said, he nodded and guided her back to standing. Without pause, he turned off the water and led her from the shower. He grabbed a fluffy white towel and quickly dried her off, before toweling himself as well. His lips brushed across hers and he took her hand once more.
She did not protest as he led her to the unmade bed. A soft giggle passed her lips as he pulled back the rest of the covers and motioned her towards the bed. Winking at him, Alyssa crawled into the center of the bed and laid down, her gold-flecked eyes locked with his. He slipped into the bed beside her, his fingers reaching up to brush her wet hair from her face before kissing her lips gently.
“I love you,” he breathed as his long fingers danced over her skin.
A soft moan left her lips in response, her body gently arching as his fingers teased her pubic mound. Chris smiled and kissed down her throat, showering kisses across her collarbone, before dipping down to kiss her pert nipples. His tongue circled one erect nipple while his fingers dipped between her legs. Her fingers grasped the sheets and her legs parted more, allowing him to touch her however he pleased.
Ever so slowly, while his mouth teased her nipples, Chris slipped two fingers into her wet body. He briefly caressed her entrance before seeking out her clitoris. Alyssa moaned a bit louder when he nibbled her nipple and rubbed her clit. One hand left the bed, buried in his short, dark hair, and guided his mouth back up to hers. He chuckled as she kissed him erratically, pressing her body up against his.
Breaking away from her kiss, Chris quickly kissed down her body. His hands went to her thighs, pressing her legs open even more. Ignoring Alyssa’s weak protests, he began to lick her sex. She tossed her head side to side and arched her hips towards his mouth. Smiling briefly, he began to pet her entrance while his lips circled around her clitoris.
Alyssa moaned loudly, her fingers once more disappearing into Chris’s hair. He ignored her whimpered pleas and tugs on his hair. Instead, he continued to lick and suck her as his fingers slowly pressed into her body. She wiggled and groaned, loving the way his touches lit up her body, completely unaware of what he was doing — until his fingers found resistance inside her.
“Lyssie…” he muttered, his breath tickling her sex.
“I want you, Chris.”
Groaning, he moved back up her body and kissed her softly, his fingers still gently moving inside of her, “Are you sure?”
She gasped slightly as his fingers pressed against her hymen, “Yes.”
Lips touching hers, Chris continued to probe her with his fingers, softly massaging the walls of her entrance and pushing against her hymen. Slowly his middle finger began to push through, gently wiggling through a small rupture in the fleshy veil. Green eyes focusing on hers, he slowly stroked his finger in and out, curving it slightly to press against her g-spot. She moaned as he did so, pleasure washing over her body from his touch. Smiling as she covered her breasts with her hands, squeezing her nipples, Chris increased the pace of his finger, ever aware her hymen began to stretch to accommodate his movements.
He kissed her again, “Tell me when you’re nearly there, Lyssie.”
She nodded, pressing her head back into the pillow and spreading her legs further. Kissing her neck, Chris carefully added his second finger. She hissed as her body resisted the second invasion. Chris instantly stopped kissing her neck and returned to her mouth, his free hand caressing her side. With his kisses and touches, she once more relaxed and his two fingers began to stroke inside her, stretching her hymen open.
“Chrisssss,” she moaned.
Understanding what her moan signified, he carefully withdrew his dew-covered fingers and settled between her legs. Eyes flicking to hers, he gently rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet entrance. He smirked as she moaned when he rubbed it against her clitoris. Lining back up with her entrance, Chris gently pushed in, stopping just short of her stretched hymen. His thumb went to her clitoris and he rubbed it furiously, trying to push her over the brink.
Alyssa moaned and her body arched. Her hands slapped down against the bed. Her fingers curled and clutched at the sheets. As she moaned his name in ecstasy, Chris thrust fully into her throbbing body. She gasped in pain, but he continued to massage her clitoris as he leaned down to kiss her.
“I love you,” he muttered, reaching up to catch her single escaped tear.
Holding still as long as he could as her body spasmed around his cock, Chris slowly began to move in her. For the first few strokes, Alyssa squeezed her eyes closed, trying to will the pain away. With Chris’s hands now roaming her body, she soon forgot about the spike of pain. A soft moan left her lips, making him smile. He kissed her quickly before leaning up to fully appreciate the moment. Both looked down as he thrust in and out of her, noticing the tint of red of the honey coating his cock. She whimpered slightly; he groaned.
“Oh, baby,” he muttered, “you feel so good.”
Alyssa merely moaned in response.
As much as he wanted to hold off as long as possible, hopefully bringing her to orgasm once more, Chris could feel the tension spiraling down his spine. He pushed back slightly onto his knees, pulling her body towards him. With his hands on her hips, he increased the pace of his thrusts and thusly of her soft moans.
So close to the edge himself, he did not recognize her warning moans before her body convulsed and squeezed him tightly. Thrusting as deeply into as possible, Chris’s eyes rolled in pleasure as her body held his tightly. He pulled out ever so slightly, could almost hear her protest, before slamming back into her. With a grunt, he collapsed down on top of his girlfriend, his hips twitching slightly forward as he emptied into her.
Chris held Alyssa for a moment, riding out the last few spasms of their bodies. His lips brushed hers as her arms held him tightly. In that very moment, nothing else mattered in the entire world but them. He would do anything to keep that feeling prominent.
Muttering a final “I love you,” Chris carefully pulled away from Alyssa, causing her to whine slightly. Saying nothing, he rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Confused, she rolled on her side to try to see what he was doing. She heard the sink run quickly, but his naked body blocked her view of his actions. A moment later, he turned with a washcloth in hand.
He returned to the bed, rolled her onto her back, and opened her legs again. Remaining silent, Alyssa watched and Chris gently covered her sex with the warm, wet washcloth. He lovingly cleaned away the remnants of their coupling – and her lost virginity. Once satisfied with that, Chris used the same cloth to do the same to himself before tossing it into the hamper and crawling back in bed. Saying nothing, he pulled the bedcovers over them before slipping his arms around her and pulling her close.
“You are amazing, Lyssie. So amazing,” he muttered in her ear.
“I love you, Chris.”
“I love you, too.”
Watching as Alyssa got up from the couch, Chris playfully slapped her butt. She squealed and swatted his hands away before he could pull her back into his lap. After their morning tryst, they snuggled and napped for awhile before slipping out of the house to grab lunch at a nearby deli. They walked the dogs then settled in to watch a movie and catch up on weeks of missed together time. Yet the sun had begun to set, indicating Alyssa really needed to be leaving.
“Dinner?” he asked, watching her put her shoes on.
“Well yes, but I have to go home and have dinner with my family,” she declared. “I mentioned it earlier today.”
“Oh,” his face fell. “I thought maybe you changed your mind.”
She returned to the sofa and kissed him quickly, “I am going on tour with you for a week. I need to at least have one last dinner with them.”
“But we aren’t leaving until August first… which is in like four days,” he pointed out.
Alyssa smiled, “Oh I know that. But they don’t. They think I’ll be gone from tomorrow until August seventh.”
His eyes brightened, “So that means…”
“You get me for a couple of extra days at the beginning and at the end,” she declared. “So I’m going to go home and have dinner with my family and get my things. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I don’t know…” he pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply.
Alyssa struggled to pull away, “Take a nap while I’m gone. You’re gonna need it.”
His eyes brightened again as she jumped up and grabbed her purse. Dodging his hands once more, Alyssa kissed him quickly and headed to the garage. With a final wave, she left Chris’s house, leaving the singer shaking his head in disbelief. Rather than take her advice and take a nap, he headed into his shabby home studio and picked up his guitar. Reuniting with Alyssa was bringing forth all kinds of feelings, including the desire to attempt to put his thoughts to song.
Leaving Chris’s house was bittersweet. She would never admit to him, but her body was slightly sore from their… activities earlier. And she had promised her parents she would be home for dinner before leaving with him. Despite her desires to snuggle with him on the sofa for hours before heading to bed, Alyssa did as she promised and headed home.
Judith practically pounced on her the moment she walked through the door, “Geez, Judi, I was just here yesterday.”
“But you said we’d watch 101 Dalmatians!” she declared.
Alyssa rolled her eyes, “Can’t we do that after dinner?”
The young girl stared at her sister for a moment, “Okay.”
As her sister headed into the dining room to set the table, Alyssa’s father called out to her, “Aly? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Dad,” she responded, her eyes meeting his as he leaned out of his office.
“Could you come here for a moment?”
“Uh, sure,” she agreed, following him into the room.
Howard closed the door behind her and motioned to the small sofa surrounded by law books, “Now, Aly, we have been very… lenient these past few months with you, some would say too lenient.”
“Dad…”
“However, your mother and I value your independence. We just hope that you’re making good choices,” he declared, sitting next to her.
“If this is the sex talk…
He smirked, “No, not precisely. Mari told me that you have been on birth control since the beginning of the summer — though obviously you do know that is only one part of protection.”
“Yes… of course,” she nodded slowly.
“We are trusting you quite a bit to go on this trip with someone we have not yet met,” he pointed out.
“I know. You’ll meet him soon. He just has been gone for so long and you’re always so busy…”
“I’m not blaming you, Aly, not at all. I just want you to be very aware that we trust your choices,” he stated. “And with that in mind, I have increased the minutes on your mobile phone. If at any point on this trip you need help, Mari or I will come and—”
“Dad,” she interrupted, “I’ll be fine. We’re just going to California for a couple of days. It’s not a big deal.”
He sighed, “I know. It’s just the first time you’ve gone somewhere without us. You can’t blame me for being apprehensive.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll call and everything,” she declared.
“Okay… okay,” he nodded and stood up. “We better go join the other two for dinner. Mari made your favorite.”
“Dinner?” he asked, watching her put her shoes on.
“Well yes, but I have to go home and have dinner with my family,” she declared. “I mentioned it earlier today.”
“Oh,” his face fell. “I thought maybe you changed your mind.”
She returned to the sofa and kissed him quickly, “I am going on tour with you for a week. I need to at least have one last dinner with them.”
“But we aren’t leaving until August first… which is in like four days,” he pointed out.
Alyssa smiled, “Oh I know that. But they don’t. They think I’ll be gone from tomorrow until August seventh.”
His eyes brightened, “So that means…”
“You get me for a couple of extra days at the beginning and at the end,” she declared. “So I’m going to go home and have dinner with my family and get my things. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I don’t know…” he pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply.
Alyssa struggled to pull away, “Take a nap while I’m gone. You’re gonna need it.”
His eyes brightened again as she jumped up and grabbed her purse. Dodging his hands once more, Alyssa kissed him quickly and headed to the garage. With a final wave, she left Chris’s house, leaving the singer shaking his head in disbelief. Rather than take her advice and take a nap, he headed into his shabby home studio and picked up his guitar. Reuniting with Alyssa was bringing forth all kinds of feelings, including the desire to attempt to put his thoughts to song.
Leaving Chris’s house was bittersweet. She would never admit to him, but her body was slightly sore from their… activities earlier. And she had promised her parents she would be home for dinner before leaving with him. Despite her desires to snuggle with him on the sofa for hours before heading to bed, Alyssa did as she promised and headed home.
Judith practically pounced on her the moment she walked through the door, “Geez, Judi, I was just here yesterday.”
“But you said we’d watch 101 Dalmatians!” she declared.
Alyssa rolled her eyes, “Can’t we do that after dinner?”
The young girl stared at her sister for a moment, “Okay.”
As her sister headed into the dining room to set the table, Alyssa’s father called out to her, “Aly? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Dad,” she responded, her eyes meeting his as he leaned out of his office.
“Could you come here for a moment?”
“Uh, sure,” she agreed, following him into the room.
Howard closed the door behind her and motioned to the small sofa surrounded by law books, “Now, Aly, we have been very… lenient these past few months with you, some would say too lenient.”
“Dad…”
“However, your mother and I value your independence. We just hope that you’re making good choices,” he declared, sitting next to her.
“If this is the sex talk…
He smirked, “No, not precisely. Mari told me that you have been on birth control since the beginning of the summer — though obviously you do know that is only one part of protection.”
“Yes… of course,” she nodded slowly.
“We are trusting you quite a bit to go on this trip with someone we have not yet met,” he pointed out.
“I know. You’ll meet him soon. He just has been gone for so long and you’re always so busy…”
“I’m not blaming you, Aly, not at all. I just want you to be very aware that we trust your choices,” he stated. “And with that in mind, I have increased the minutes on your mobile phone. If at any point on this trip you need help, Mari or I will come and—”
“Dad,” she interrupted, “I’ll be fine. We’re just going to California for a couple of days. It’s not a big deal.”
He sighed, “I know. It’s just the first time you’ve gone somewhere without us. You can’t blame me for being apprehensive.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll call and everything,” she declared.
“Okay… okay,” he nodded and stood up. “We better go join the other two for dinner. Mari made your favorite.”
Setting down her bag near the garage door, Alyssa flicked on a single light. She glanced around, ascertaining Chris’s location. Heading upstairs, she was a bit surprised to find the dogs sleeping on the floor near the bed. Calling them softly, she led the dogs downstairs and outside. Once they did their business, she left them in their room and returned to the master suite. She closed the door and stripped down to just her panties before tiptoeing over to the bed.
She carefully lifted up the bedcovers and crawled in. As she nestled in against Chris’s bare chest, he stirred, but did not speak. Smiling, Alyssa kissed his chest, feeling his heart beat against her lips. She wiggled closer, crossing her leg over his. As her thigh neared the juncture of his legs, Chris groaned and stretched.
“What time is it?” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head.
“A little after ten. I didn’t think I would be gone so long.”
“Wow. I slept for like four hours.”
Alyssa smirked and stretched up to kiss him, “I guess you needed it.”
“I guess so,” his stomach growled. “Was dinner good?”
“Yeah. Then I had to spend time with my little sister before I could leave. Did you eat?”
Chris paused for a moment, “No. I worked on some music and then laid down intending to just nap for a few minutes.”
She kissed him again and quickly rolled away, “Let’s go find you something to eat.”
After pulling on one of his shirts, Alyssa opened the door and skipped down the stairs. By the time Chris joined her in the kitchen a couple of minutes later, the microwave chimed and she offered him a warm plate of leftover pasta. She sat on the counter and chatted with him while he sat on a barstool, eating his leftovers. Laughing at one of her stories, he stashed the dishes in the dishwasher before holding his hand out to her.
Together they returned to the master suite and slipped into the bathroom. Continuing their banter from downstairs, they brushed their teeth together. After rinsing, Chris teased her and slapped her butt. Squealing, Alyssa rushed out of the bathroom. Grinning, Chris hurried after her, tackling her onto the king-sized bed a moment later. He tickled her until she squirmed and thrashed about.
Pinning her hands over her head, Chris kissed her smile until she relaxed. His fingers released her hands, tracing down her neck before skipping down to cup her breasts. Alyssa groaned and arched her back slightly, allowing Chris to quickly tug the shirt she wore halfway off. With a soft giggle, she sat up and removed the shirt fully. Before her back returned to the soft cotton sheets, Chris’s mouth circled her nipple. She moaned as his hand cupped and squeezed her other breast.
“Lyssie,” he muttered as he switched breasts, “can I…again?”
“Yes… yes…”
Leaving her breasts, he kissed down her abdomen until he reached the waistband of her panties. Gently pulling them off, Chris licked her sex. He smiled as she quickly moaned and spread her legs further apart. His long fingers slowly began to push into her once his tongue aroused her enough for slippery penetration. Leaning back up, his wet mouth kissed hers. Her arms eagerly circled around his neck, keeping him close for a deep kiss. Smiling as he pulled out of it, he pulled his fingers free from their slow thrusting and settled between her legs.
Eyes holding hers, Chris guided his hard cock into her warm body. His eyes rolled as he pressed fully into her, feeling her tight, wet walls squeeze him. His lips brushed hers once more before he began to move. Alyssa planted her feet, allowing her to arch her hips up to meet his thrusts. He pushed fully up onto his knees, his hands slipping under her hips to keep their carnal connection. Groaning as he pushed quickly into her, Alyssa slipped her own hands under her lower back, helping support her body in the modified position.
Grunting, Chris thrust quickly into her body, completely lost in the sensations filling his body with each movement. He paid no attention to the possibility of her body being sore from before; her soft, breathy moans gave no indication of any discomfort at all. His thrusting pace increased as the sexual tension in his body increased. His fingers dug into her hips, squeezing tightly.
“Oh, god, Lyssie,” he grunted, the rhythmic slap of their bodies driving the sensual sounds in the room.
“Chrissss, please,” she pleaded softly.
Glancing down at her, his eyes focusing on her pubic mound, he suddenly remembered their first lovemaking session had been her first ever. With some struggle, he slowed down his thrusting, hoping he had not hurt her already.
She groaned again, pressing her body towards him, “I’m so close.”
His eyes widened, realizing her plea had not been to slow down, but rather to make her orgasm. One hand left her hip and quickly found her clitoris. He once more thrust hard and deep into her body, his long fingers rubbing her in time to his rhythm. She suddenly gasped and arched her body completely up. Chris’s hand left her clitoris and grasped her hip once more. He thrust hard into her body five more times before he could no longer resist her quivering sex. With a primal grunt, he pushed as deeply into her as possible and let his energy shoot into her.
Grinding against her, Chris gently lowered her body down to the bed and rolled them onto their sides. He showered her face with kisses and ran his fingers up and down her sides. She sighed happily, looping her leg over his hip. Content to lay just like that, his body still connected with hers, Chris pulled the bedcovers over them again.
“Are you going to stay in me all night?” she asked softly as she cuddled with him.
“Hopefully,” he smirked. “If I slip out, we’ll just have to remedy that…”
Alyssa giggled, “Mmmm, if you say so, Chris. If you say so.”
She carefully lifted up the bedcovers and crawled in. As she nestled in against Chris’s bare chest, he stirred, but did not speak. Smiling, Alyssa kissed his chest, feeling his heart beat against her lips. She wiggled closer, crossing her leg over his. As her thigh neared the juncture of his legs, Chris groaned and stretched.
“What time is it?” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head.
“A little after ten. I didn’t think I would be gone so long.”
“Wow. I slept for like four hours.”
Alyssa smirked and stretched up to kiss him, “I guess you needed it.”
“I guess so,” his stomach growled. “Was dinner good?”
“Yeah. Then I had to spend time with my little sister before I could leave. Did you eat?”
Chris paused for a moment, “No. I worked on some music and then laid down intending to just nap for a few minutes.”
She kissed him again and quickly rolled away, “Let’s go find you something to eat.”
After pulling on one of his shirts, Alyssa opened the door and skipped down the stairs. By the time Chris joined her in the kitchen a couple of minutes later, the microwave chimed and she offered him a warm plate of leftover pasta. She sat on the counter and chatted with him while he sat on a barstool, eating his leftovers. Laughing at one of her stories, he stashed the dishes in the dishwasher before holding his hand out to her.
Together they returned to the master suite and slipped into the bathroom. Continuing their banter from downstairs, they brushed their teeth together. After rinsing, Chris teased her and slapped her butt. Squealing, Alyssa rushed out of the bathroom. Grinning, Chris hurried after her, tackling her onto the king-sized bed a moment later. He tickled her until she squirmed and thrashed about.
Pinning her hands over her head, Chris kissed her smile until she relaxed. His fingers released her hands, tracing down her neck before skipping down to cup her breasts. Alyssa groaned and arched her back slightly, allowing Chris to quickly tug the shirt she wore halfway off. With a soft giggle, she sat up and removed the shirt fully. Before her back returned to the soft cotton sheets, Chris’s mouth circled her nipple. She moaned as his hand cupped and squeezed her other breast.
“Lyssie,” he muttered as he switched breasts, “can I…again?”
“Yes… yes…”
Leaving her breasts, he kissed down her abdomen until he reached the waistband of her panties. Gently pulling them off, Chris licked her sex. He smiled as she quickly moaned and spread her legs further apart. His long fingers slowly began to push into her once his tongue aroused her enough for slippery penetration. Leaning back up, his wet mouth kissed hers. Her arms eagerly circled around his neck, keeping him close for a deep kiss. Smiling as he pulled out of it, he pulled his fingers free from their slow thrusting and settled between her legs.
Eyes holding hers, Chris guided his hard cock into her warm body. His eyes rolled as he pressed fully into her, feeling her tight, wet walls squeeze him. His lips brushed hers once more before he began to move. Alyssa planted her feet, allowing her to arch her hips up to meet his thrusts. He pushed fully up onto his knees, his hands slipping under her hips to keep their carnal connection. Groaning as he pushed quickly into her, Alyssa slipped her own hands under her lower back, helping support her body in the modified position.
Grunting, Chris thrust quickly into her body, completely lost in the sensations filling his body with each movement. He paid no attention to the possibility of her body being sore from before; her soft, breathy moans gave no indication of any discomfort at all. His thrusting pace increased as the sexual tension in his body increased. His fingers dug into her hips, squeezing tightly.
“Oh, god, Lyssie,” he grunted, the rhythmic slap of their bodies driving the sensual sounds in the room.
“Chrissss, please,” she pleaded softly.
Glancing down at her, his eyes focusing on her pubic mound, he suddenly remembered their first lovemaking session had been her first ever. With some struggle, he slowed down his thrusting, hoping he had not hurt her already.
She groaned again, pressing her body towards him, “I’m so close.”
His eyes widened, realizing her plea had not been to slow down, but rather to make her orgasm. One hand left her hip and quickly found her clitoris. He once more thrust hard and deep into her body, his long fingers rubbing her in time to his rhythm. She suddenly gasped and arched her body completely up. Chris’s hand left her clitoris and grasped her hip once more. He thrust hard into her body five more times before he could no longer resist her quivering sex. With a primal grunt, he pushed as deeply into her as possible and let his energy shoot into her.
Grinding against her, Chris gently lowered her body down to the bed and rolled them onto their sides. He showered her face with kisses and ran his fingers up and down her sides. She sighed happily, looping her leg over his hip. Content to lay just like that, his body still connected with hers, Chris pulled the bedcovers over them again.
“Are you going to stay in me all night?” she asked softly as she cuddled with him.
“Hopefully,” he smirked. “If I slip out, we’ll just have to remedy that…”
Alyssa giggled, “Mmmm, if you say so, Chris. If you say so.”
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