Thirty-Day Lover

@lovelyl: Well, since the weather has not been too bad here, I'll decidedly keep this story a bit hotter as well then. XD Thank you for the comment!

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Thirty Day Lover - Chapter Six

[Friday]

“How much weight can the cord handle?”

“It’s designed to withstand up to six hundred and fifty pounds.”

“And there have not been any glitches?”

“No, sir, we have never had any accidents here.”

“You say that there is a river underneath. How deep is the river?”

“Oh come on, guys!” Finally, Christina couldn’t take it any longer and had to interrupt this interrogation. “Just do it already!”

The group of tough, strong, macho hockey players turned to look at her with a unanimous blank stare. Christina didn’t bother with the other female staff members’ looks; Christina will cut them some slack for not being so certain with this. The guys? They’re completely different. Christina returned their look with a crook of eyebrows and pinned her gaze on Hank who –for once- actually cleared his throat and sifted his gaze away.

“’So yeah, how deep is the river?”

“Kurt!” Christina couldn’t help but laugh and shoved the right wing forward lightly, she didn’t exactly send him anywhere, but the point was there. “What is this? Are we all scared, boys? Is that it?”

“No!” There was a collective disagreement, but their eyes still ticked towards the edge of the platform.

“Then chop, chop, we don’t have all day!”

“Yeah, I was just making sure! So how deep is the river?” Kurt looked over Christina’s shoulder at the staff member again; the latter looked more than a little amused as well.

Okay, here was the deal. The team’s got the day off and by some miraculous –there was sarcasm- scheduling, they were stopped in a west coast city next to luscious bodies of water. Aside from the lovely views and the fresh air, this city is most famous for its world renowned bungee jumping site. And here was where the problem now stood.

The beginning of this morning, this group of handful players along with a few staff members –surprisingly, all under the age of thirty- decided to rent a few cars and drive all the way out here to get a taste of this famous attraction site. There were bluffs –now that she’s found out that they were indeed bluffs-, boasting and down right bragging on the trip here. And now that they are here, no one wanted to move an inch closer to the edge of the platform.

After rounding the mountain and reaching the top, they all looked down at the body of serene water below. Then, these players suddenly turned into interrogators and bombarded these staff members with questions that seemed like ploys to stall time. Strong, macho men? Well, that depends upon context.

“Look, just hurry up and do it. The more you think about it, the more you’ll be scared.”

“I’m not scared.” Kurt was still protesting.

With a roll of her eyes, she shook her head and turned to the numerous staff members standing around and waiting for them to make a decision. “Set me up, I’m ready to go down.”

“Of course, miss. Please put this on.” He handed Christina a vest before heading off to prepare the jump.

“Woh woh, wait.” Hank grabbed her arm and looked from staff member to her. “Seriously? Don’t joke around with this.”

“Then you do it.” She extended the vest to him and he took a step back with hesitance. “See.” Making quick work of the vest, she shrugged into it and zipped it up before heading over to the edge of the plat form. One glance down and Christina almost wanted to back out as well. The staff member down there in his boat was but a little dot, she was reminded of how high up they were.

“Seriously?” Nick asked looking at her with wide eyes, as if she was crazy.

“Seriously.” She stood still and let the staff members tie up the elastic cord around her ankles. “Look, when this was brought up, you guys were all for it. What happened? I thought I could look to you guys for some guidance and now, I have to do this first?”

“Yeah well, but we haven’t done this before.”

“And you think I have?”

“So maybe this needs more thinking.” One of the nurses at the back had already sat down and seemed quite certain that no one will be doing this anyways. “I don’t think the two of us” meaning her and the other nurse “will be enough to keep anyone alive if anything was to happen.”

Christina didn’t say anything else; she only shook her head at them as if truly disappointed. “I’ll see you guys at the bottom then.” Whether they decide to jump down or drive down, the resting station was near the bottom of the mountain either way. With that, she turned to stand at the edge of the plat form. She contemplated about looking down but figured it would do her heart better if she just starred straight ahead.

“Do you need a hand?” A staff member stepped up beside her and asked kindly. To whom, she shook her head at and then took in a deep breath before leaning her body forward to let gravity do the rest of the job.

“Fuck, she’s insane!”

Those were the last words she heard before she fell. It was like on a roller coaster, except the trip was much longer and there were no security belts around her body. Her internal organs and the outside body didn’t seem to coordinate with one another. It felt like complete freedom and complete loss of control at the same time.

When she’s reached the length of the elastic cord, she thought she could reach the boat that was directly beneath her. The face of the catcher below was clear for a hazy second before her body was jerked back up. She wished that the recoil strength could have taken her the height of the plat form so she could wave at the rest of the group who stood and watched with wide eyes.

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t completely sane.

Christina didn’t know how long she was in the air for, but eventually the jerks died away and she was just kinda swinging from side to side before the catcher shouted for her to grab onto the metal pole that was at the front of the boat. It was the most awkward moment trying to disengage herself from the cord that was wrapped around her ankles. All she could do was grip onto the pole as tightly as possible as the staff member quickly untied the knots and helped her back on her feet.

Her legs were soft and unsteady and she almost fell onto her behind if she hadn’t grabbed onto the railings to sit herself down instead.

“Is anyone else going to jump?”

Apparently it was normal to have a large group but only a couple of people brave enough to actually head down. Christina laughed and shrugged her shoulders while she was busy fixing up her hair that had gone haywire after that. Thankfully she had already tied it up before heading out for the day.

“I have no idea, give it a while and if no one is coming down, then we can head back for the resting station too.”

It didn’t take a while before both of them saw some sort of movement and then another brave soul had jumped right from the top. The hollering and yelling produced made Christina wonder if she was better or worse than that. Perhaps she had exhausted her entire list of profanities during the jump, but she just didn’t notice. In her opinion, the initial jump wasn’t bad at all, but it was when that cord jerked her back up, that was when she started feeling the so called thrill of this sport.

When the second person was being dislodged, Christina saw that it was Hank. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her that he had come down. Perhaps because he was the youngest or maybe because of his character, she had figured that he would follow. Though the usually stylish hair was a mess that spoke of what had previously taken place.

“Good job, Hank!” She punched his arm as some sort of support. “I’m proud of you!”

He offered her a gaze that told her she was completely ridiculous before he dropped down next to her. It was unlike him to be silent, but still she couldn’t help but chuckle at it. “You know what happened up there?”

“What?”

“When they’ve got that cord wrapped around me, they asked me whether I needed help. So I said yes. Then one of them just shoved me down!” His complaint met her loud laughter and he gave her a warning glare. “How does that constitute as help?!”

“It’s the type of help that would speed up the process. If everyone stood up there for hours, then this place might as well close down.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Even if she had wanted to retort, someone screaming bloody murder coming down interrupted their conversation. Now, even Hank looked amused at the one whose arms were clearly flailing about. Oh how she wished that she had her camera with her, this would make highlight reels all around the league.

So in the end, everyone jumped. Although only a couple of faces were actually smiling when they were settled back down, the rest of the group leaned against the railings and slumped as if their life depended on it.

“Never again.” Kurt muttered, he hand and arm over his eyes. “Never fucking again.”

“Was it that bad?” Christina just had to ask.

He lifted the arm from his eyes and looked at her for a long moment before turning his head away. “Don’t talk to me. I swear, if you hadn’t jumped, none of us would have jumped! Stupid H had to follow your footsteps, how can we lose to a kid like him?” H was the short form for Hank. She’s learnt that when on the ice, there were no full names called, it was always a letter or some sort of creative nickname that the team’s come up with.

Christina gave him a small pout before scooting further away, he looked like he was ready to throw up and she didn’t want to be in the direct lane of assault. The boat was quiet on its way back; she leaned against the railing and could see the white ripples that followed after them. It was a beautiful day, and she dreaded having to go back to the east. It meant snow and cold.

From beside her, she could feel someone’s eyes on her. When she turned to catch his eyes, Hank seemed to be deep in thought, zoned out. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Mmm?” Then his eyes focused and he realized why she had turned to him in the first place. “Oh sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s okay.”

“I was just thinking.”

“Did it hurt?”

And he did not appreciate that, this time, it was her who gave him a cheeky grin.

“I was just thinking how you were so ready to jump, as if there was no fear in you.”

“I just figured that we’re already here, paid the money and was up on that plat form, we might as well jump.” She shrugged; it really wasn’t about bravery or anything like that. “Or else it’d be a waste of money, you know.”

“Are you tight on money or something?”

“Oh you are such…”

“A smart fellow?”

“Don’t talk to me.” In the end, Christina could only adopt what Kurt had said to her moments ago and turned her head back to starring at the ripples trailing behind the boat.

It was near sun set that they got themselves back on shore, many within the group looked to have found new joys of being able to walk, and being grounded on this flat surface. It was an adventure that many would have to think back on at a later age and still curse about. Thankful that the cord did not break on them. Like Christina had reassured them previously, this was the best spot in the country and they have not had a single accident.

How lucky can someone get if they were the first?

“Right, so what do we say that we have a little competition to get our blood pumping to forget about that horrible death trip that we almost embarked upon?” Nick suggested with a grin as they got out of their respective cars and headed for the restaurant that they’ve all decided for.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I came up with the general blueprint; you people are not responsible for coming up with the details.” Nick easily averted his responsibility and pushed it onto everyone else.

An unanimous groans resonated within the group. Hank looked to the front door of the restaurant and gauged the distance from their spot to there. “How about a race?” He asked and nudged Christina repeatedly. “How about it? Huh? Scared?”

To which, she replied with a roll of eyes.

“Hank, seriously, how old are you?” Surprisingly, it was Lee from the team who asked, with heavy sarcasm of course.

“Twenty, eight years younger than you.”

Snickers rang out in the group and Lee gave him the middle finger to show his appreciation. Christina has learnt very early on that not many could get by Hank’s sharp tongue.

“So, how about it? Huh?” Here he was, back to nudging her again.

Christina sighed and looked over at him briefly before she turned her gaze front ward. “Stop it.”

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“I am not.”

“Then why not?”

“Because!”

“What?”

“Just because!”

“That’s not a good excuse.”

Her mind was half on the argument, the other half gauged the distance from where they were to the door. There had to be a surprise factor so she could sprint and reach there in time.

Like perhaps…

“… I get a head start!” Whether it was him being annoying or her being playful and childish when concerning him, she actually held to her own words and sprinted off in the direction of the restaurant. It was a good thing that she was in such casual wear today, normally, her heels would take her three steps and she’d call it quits.

“That’s not fair!”

She heard him call out from behind her, and even without turning her head, she knew he was gaining on her. Between his day time job and the difference of leg length, it took no time for him to take over her. She gritted her teeth, put her head down and tried her best to catch up. Christina didn’t like losing, even if it was something as stupid as this.

“Ah, ah, wait. Shit.” Almost at the door, Christina called out with gasps and soft groans of pain while doubling over to bend down. Hank was almost at the door when he heard her and turned around. She was lowered onto the ground with her arms around her stomach, sounding as if in tremendous pain. Immediately, he frowned and retraced his steps back over.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Hank leaned down and tried to peer at her face, from behind them, the group noticed the situation and began quickening their paces towards them.

“I don’t know my stomach suddenly just…”

“Can you stand? Come on, get up from the ground first and we’ll go to a hospital or something.” Hank offered her his hand and she grasped it while rising slowly. Still, he was unable to get a clear view of her face.

It must be something serious.

It must be a hoax.

As she took the opportunity and charged forward towards the door of the restaurant. Hank –reacting out of pure reflex- pulled on the hand that was in his and jolted her back before spinning around to get rid of the link and reached for the door himself instead. He may have won the battle, but certainly not the war.

He panted lightly as he looked down at the team’s physiotherapist whom was sitting on the ground with disbelief written all over her face. “You lied.” He accused.

“You tossed me to the ground!” She retorted.

“But you lied!”

“You freaking threw me to the ground!”

“Woh Hank, Hank; that’s just not right.” Kurt was already commentating from not far away.

Christina turned her head to look at the group, laughing out of disbelief. “Did you all just see that? He wanted to win so much that he just threw me to the ground!”

“It was out of reflex!”

She gave him a look and began shaking her head as if he had just done the worst thing imaginable. “I cannot believe you.” Putting her palms on the ground, she pushed herself up slowly and dusted off her butt.

“Here, I got the door for you.”

“Don’t even.”

Though she will take that offer and enter through the opened door. It wasn’t as if it was incredibly painful, but she didn’t think he would react in such a manner either. When he dragged her back and she felt her ass on the ground, she finally realized what had happened and couldn’t help but laugh at the turn of events.

She had faked that little stunt –poor dramatized- so she could gain a lead, in the end; she was still the one who ended up on the ground.

Ah, the competitive spirit of this young one.

From that moment on, she was determined to not speak with him, for this evening at least. It wasn’t as if she was really angry, but there seemed to be a need for some sort of pretence. At their table, they sat facing one another; she also refused to sit next to him. Much to the amusement of everyone else.

“That’s not going to work, Hank.” She commented to his gesture of trying to soften her with the exaggerated widening of his eyes. He was too… buff to look cute like a puppy.

“Oh come on.”

“Nope, not working.” She then closed up her menu to indicate that she had already chosen what she wanted to eat for the evening.

“Fine, then how about I pay for you tonight?” Now, that was better. “Since you’re apparently tight on money.”

And just like that, she rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“Christina.”

“… Hank, that was me.” From besides her, one of the other nurses spoke up with an awkward tone and sighed heavily before closing up her menu as well.

“Oh.” On cue, he glanced beneath the table and then Christina understood that he had nudged the wrong leg underneath the table.

“You’re pathetic, Hank.”

“Does that mean we’re cool now?”

“You’re still paying for my dinner though.”

And that was how she enjoyed the meal that evening. Free of charge and with the sweet taste of satisfaction added on top of it. The group was smart enough to have remained out of their little feud. It had taken her a bit to slowly get to know the guys on the team. As of this road trip, other than Hank, she hasn’t been out with the same group of guys yet. It showed the close-knit relationships that every player was able to form with the rest of the team. No one player was favoured more than another and no one player was disliked more than anyone else either.

She sometimes wanted to analyze and say this harmonious setting was the key to success. However, she was no psychologist, and Katy might just take offense in Christina stepping into her area of expertise.

When dinner was finished, it was a safe time to call it a night. The sun had already set and street lamps spotted the way for them back to the hotel. When the elevator opened on their floor, the group parted ways. Some claimed that there were video game tournaments in someone’s room, some wanted to finally lie down after the horrible experience they’ve been through today, and some just wanted to have some alone time.

Christina and Hank were the last ones to exit and by the time everyone’s bid each other good night, the hallway was theirs.

“I’ll race you to your room.”

“Oh give it a rest.” Christina rolled her eyes at the man besides her, still bitter about her loss this afternoon. Although her skin was not deformed, she couldn’t believe she got tossed aside like that. Hank laughed at her tone and patted her back in what she presumed was a reassuring gesture.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure that we won’t even get two meters in front of us and security would have thrown us out already.” Also, there were other things that she didn’t particularly want Hank to find out, although that would work better if the secret wasn’t standing outside her door and looking their way. “Besides, I have work to do.” As they approached, Ron turned to face them completely and Christina didn’t have to say anything else, leaving it up to Hank.

“Evening, Ron.” The kid greeted his CEO first with a smile. “Work during off hours? Is she getting paid extra for this?”

Christina could see that there was a glint of confusion in Ron’s eyes before he understood the situation and chuckled, directing his gaze back at her instead. “Depends on whether she wants to or not.”

Promptly, Hank turned to Christina and nudged her in all seriousness. “Ask for the money, and we can go do something else.”

“You mean, ask for the money so I can purchase life insurance when hanging out with you, right? Gotcha. Now get lost.”

Ron kept a polite smile at their exchange, and she was glad that Hank didn’t press on either. Instead, he bid the two of them goodbye and headed down the hall towards his room, shared with his line mate. Christina unlocked her door and let the two of them in, the lights followed with a couple of flickers before turning on.

“What did you do for the day?”

Christina turned around to face Ron and gave him a toothy grin. “We went and tied a very elastic cord around our ankles, and then we went head first.”

He took a few seconds to process it before crooking up his eyebrows. “You went bungee jumping?!” She nodded in confirmation. “And the team went with you?” Again, more nods. “What if they jumped to their deaths?”

Here, Christina snorted and unzipped her jacket to toss onto a chair. “Gee, thanks Ron. I was perfectly fine, appreciate the concern.” Walking further into the room, she tugged on the hair tie and freed her long hair. “Besides, it was completely safe! We went to the best place in the country for it; they’ve never had an accident.”

Yet he was still shaking his head and looking extremely unconvinced. “I’m just glad everyone is alright, I’d hate to lose a member of the team because risk seeking behaviours were running too high.” He unbuttoned his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before sitting down in a sofa chair. From the mirror, he watched her brush out her hair and removed her earrings. Everything was so feminine about her gestures; from the way she would tilt her head to the way she would run her fingers through her curled hair. “You and Hank seem to get along just fine.”

Christina looked into the mirror at Ron’s reflection before shrugging and turned her attention back onto herself. “He’s a good kid, fun to hang out with and can take a beating or two.” She wished she could give him more than just a verbal beating though. Pulling on her eyelids, she carefully removed her contact lenses, blinking hard to feel her eyeballs move freely in their sockets again. “What about you? What did you do today?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Meeting. Lunch. Telephone conference. Worked out. Dinner.” Nothing as exciting –or as heart attack inducing- as bungee jumping. He frowned slightly and then added on as an after thought. “I’ve learnt yet another meaning of my age today. I think I might have pulled or strained something when I was working out earlier. It’s supposed to be refreshing, but now, there just seems to be something amiss.” It’s uncomfortable somewhere in the body and he can’t pinpoint exactly where.

Turning around, she squinted her eyes at him, trying to focus. Her eyeglasses were here somewhere, but she felt no need to actively look for them. “Go lie on the bed; I’ll see if I can figure it out for you.”

Ron lifted an eyebrow and she saw it blurrily before gesturing once again. He sighed and rose from the sofa chair before toeing off his shoes and fell onto the bed, face into a pillow. Christina followed after, one leg on either side of him; she straddled his behind and planted her knees against the mattress.

“You’re heavy.” Came the muffled tease.

“You’re heavier.” Replied she.

Ron chuckled mildly and Christina felt the vibrations throughout his body. Bending over him, she slid her hands underneath his body and turned her palms against his chest. “Help me with your shirt.” Even as she asked, her fingers have already worked open a few buttons on their own. And added with the fact that he’s always left the first couple undone –when he wasn’t wearing a tie-, the process didn’t take much longer. Soon, she was pulling the shirt out of its tucking place underneath his pants and pulling the sleeves off of his arms.

She started at the first vertebrae, pressing against the solid bone and sliding lower. Christina knew the human anatomy quite well, inside and out. Years of being a physiology student helped her tremendously, not to mention that she was a sexual health counsellor for four years in university, so she knows her human body inside and out.

Pun, not really intended.

“Mmmmmm, your field of study certainly comes in handy.” Ron murmured after a moment of enjoying her fingers running down his back.

Christina had been focused on finding a particular spot that could explain his feeling of discomfort before the comment had her narrowing her eyes. “I’m a physiotherapist, not a massage therapist!”

“And the difference is?”

“I can snap off a few limbs if you’d like a demonstration.”

Again, he chuckled and Christina swatted his back in retaliation. From underneath her, he moved and planted his palms against the mattress in a sign of wanting to rise. She lifted her leg and slid off his back to sit on the bed instead. He pulled his legs up and turned around to face her, with the close proximity, she could see his every expression even without her glasses. Like she said, they weren’t needed.

“Thank you, I feel much better now.” She didn’t believe him, and her expression showed. “Have you had dinner?”

Christina nodded and scooted closer to him when he beckoned, sliding up to rest on her knees in front of him. He shifted so that a leg was crossed and the other was propped up besides her. “We ate out; I was surprised that some of the guys could stomach their food even when they were screaming bloody murder when they were jumping.”

Ron laughed and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss against her lips. “My little dare devil.” And claimed them again in an almost lazy kiss, inviting her to respond, which she returned gladly. His large hands framed her face but he didn’t move from her mouth, neither did he push greedily. It was almost virginal –she hated to use that word- compared to the other night. She had initiated and they had gone at her pace, tonight, he had come to her and she followed his lead. This man who spoke gently, smiled softly and behaved in such a gentlemanly manner.

One hand slid beneath her chin and after a final kiss he tipped her head backwards, the free hand cupped the back of her neck to keep her in place. His kisses were like his personality, mild but tempting. He felt the pulsating of her heart in the form of blood pumped up through her artery, his lips were placed against the very core of her existence. Before venturing any lower, he had returned to her lips once again. There was care behind every little movement, and Christina couldn’t help but wonder if he was like this with every woman he’s bedded.

And just how many that was.

Ron slid his hands further down her body, although he’s touched every inch of her the other night; it had all come and gone too fast. Like a tornado, he was caught up in the moment and couldn’t enjoy the before and after. She was dressed casually in a sweater and a pair of jeans today, unlike what she usually wore, but it made no difference to him. Through the sweater, he could feel the wired curve of her bra. His fingers lingered for a moment before moving down along the hyperbole of her waist to finally end at the hem of her sweater.

She stopped him when his fingers touched skin.

“Wait; let me take a shower first.” She mumbled, already growing restless.

“It’s fine.”

“No, I just came back from a long day.”

“There is no need.” He gently coaxed her back against him and his fingers continued their exploration. Her navel skin was soft like he had remembered, with each deep intake and exhale of breath; he could feel the rows of her ribs before he sat back slightly and tugged the sweater upwards.

Christina lifted up her arms and let him pull it over her head and tossed it aside, the location of its whereabouts was of no importance. Out of habit, she shook out her hair and met his gaze. Ron watched her every move with an unwavering gaze and she felt almost shy underneath that stare. She moved for a kiss and he welcomed it with one of his own, her arms wound around his shoulders and pulled closer. She felt the ends of his hair, still kept ‘till his shoulders, she liked that he had taken good care of it.

Breaking loose from the kiss, his hands curled around her back and clasped her shoulders to keep her still. From her vantage point, her lidded eyes watched him taste every little bit of her flesh. Her own lips were gnawed at by her teeth, just enough stoppage every once in a while for a sigh to pass through.

Her bra clasp gave way to his working fingers, immediately she felt the freedom that her ribs could now enjoy. She wasn’t extremely endowed in the chest area, she barely filled a B-cup, but at least it didn’t look like it would disappear underneath layers of clothes either. Besides, when she was actively fasting at a younger age, the breasts were the first things to shrink.

Surely her bra must have joined her sweater somewhere in the room.

Ron took a nipple in his mouth and she drew a sharp intake of breath, her body moved forward on its own accord towards the source of pleasure. He brought a hand around and cupped the other, squeezing tightly for a second before letting go. Christina’s whimpers reflected her state of arousal; she cradled his head within her arms and watched how her breast had been taken by his mouth.

It was an erotic sight, paired with the sensation and knowledge of how his tongue was actively flicking against the tip of her nipple and how his teeth nipped at the base. It was almost like watching her very own porn movie.

Ron straightened out the bent leg and in between her two spread legs, the change of position allowed him to pull her closer and she could straddle the very end of his thigh. When he freed one breast from his mouth and turned to treat the twin with the same attention, she couldn’t help but slide against the leg that had been provided to her. The rough material of her jeans pressed against her silky underwear and created the most delicious of friction against her sensitivity. When he was satisfied that both tits now glistened with his saliva, he urged her backwards onto her back across the bed. Her legs slid out from underneath her but he kept his thigh pressed against her crotch.

He could fall much closer in this position, and she tugged him closer.

They were close enough for chest against chest, her hardened nipples slid against his chest with each kiss that he awarded her with. Again, he knew that she was growing impatient. Christina moaned into his kiss and her hands slid to his ass before fumbling with his belt. He lifted his lips and let her undress him. The belt was tamed open under her fingers and she pulled the zipper of his suit pants down.

“Wait.” It was a one word command whispered against her lips and she looked up at him with a questioning gaze. He smiled but said nothing. His hands found hers and unlocked her fingers to prevent them from going any further. He kissed those digits and moved to settle between her legs. The low rise jeans was pulled off one leg and another, the opening gave him the opportunity to push her thighs apart, as far as was comfortable.

She lay in front of him uncovered and almost nude.

It was definitely sinful that a man like him should have the right to such access. Her chest heaved with her breathing, and he lowered his head to kiss the still covered womanhood. He felt her tense and he chuckled before turning his head to press a kiss to her left inner thigh. The G-string had its butterfly knots at the side of her pelvis, he tugged to pull one free, and he didn’t even have to move her to drag the flimsy piece of material from its place.

Christina felt exposed. And watching him watch her had an unexplainable effect on her. She licked her dry lips and her hips undulated gently towards him, all in anticipation.

“Don’t be such a tease.”

“Have some patience, my dear.”

Oh fuck patience. Christina wanted to retort, but his tongue had already ran its course from her clit to her perineum. This time, her gasp was audible to both parties’ ears and her hips lifted from the mattress. Oooh yes, that was what patience was good for, heightened senses.

“Ron, please.”

He used a hand to grip her thigh, keeping it spread open in case it threatened to close in on him. His other hand was used to push down against her stomach, keeping her grounded. It was a recipe for uninterrupted work and both knew it. He wasted no time taking that clit into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud to draw almost desperate whimpers from her.

Number one, he loved her voice. That sultry draw on normal days just further turned into a sexy pleading in his favour.

Ron let go of her clitoris momentarily to insert his tongue into her vagina opening, tasting the natural lubricants that have already leaked from the various glands underneath the vagina wall. Her hips tried to buck and his hand instinctually applied pressure to keep her back down. He kept at his own pace and heard her frustrated groans.

“Oh God, just give it to me already.”

But he would have none of that. Alternating between the passage and the clitoris, he kept note of how her thigh trembled underneath his fingers, her stomach muscles tensed underneath his other palm and he decided that he should play nice and pulled back after a kiss left for the wet core.

Number two, he especially loved her voice when she begged. Be it with incoherent mutters of please and now or the more colourful language that could make anyone blush.

Christina saw him rise and she reached for his underwear much like how he had reached for hers. Except his didn’t have the strings to be easily untied and she hastily shoved it down –he helped by kicking it off- and gripped the base of his engorged member. Ron groaned at the feeling of pressure around his strained arousal, it was testing his limit of patience much like he had tested hers.

Without another word, she guided him to her. Ron followed by leaning over her, settled between her spread legs and watched as she put him in her. The tip of his head entered and his eyes drank in the sight of her eyes shutting; her teeth worried her bottom lip and the rising of her hips to let him sink the entire way in. Both felt relief and yet more pressure to move at the same time. He removed her hand from around his cock and pinned it onto the bed next to her head, the grip was used as leverage and a hold at the same time.

Slowly, he drew back and then pushed back in again. He wanted to experience that feeling of almost memorizing every inch of her inner wall again and again. Deeper with each thrust, but she still wasn’t satisfied. Christina closed her spread legs around Ron’s waist and drew him closer, deeper; she wanted to feel him buried completely inside her.

It was almost involuntary, the movement of their hips and the pace that increased with each passing second. At the beginning, Ron had wanted to control this and wanted to remain some coherent thought. Then slowly, he lost himself as she had long lost herself. Passion and the need for this sort of intimacy took over and he lowered himself to her, pushing faster, harder, relishing in the way she gasped his name like a mantra.

Somewhere, she must have heard her own name fall from his lips.

Ron dropped his head against her shoulder; he smelt her perfume and the faint scent of her shampoo. Her arms closed around his head and neck while his own sneaked underneath her body and held her shoulders tightly. They met each other trust for trust, the slapping of skin further added to this cacophony of pleasure symphony.

Christina called out her orgasm before she experienced it. She was familiar with the build-up and the spasms of her body, but he was relentless. Even as her head fell back and choked moans and gasps left her lips, he did not slow. She felt that blinding moment of absolute release wash over her and felt her muscles clamp down on him, buried deep within her, keeping him there. Seconds after, the low grunt of his peak resonated against her ears and then she felt the spurts of his semen inside her.

Even if he had wanted to pull out, her legs around his waist stopped him and kept him there.

Slowly the bucking of her hips stopped and her body was calming from that high. Above her, Ron remained still, only his breathing was felt when his chest would drop against hers and then rise. Neither moved, neither wanted to move. Soon, Christina felt his lips kissing her shoulder blade; she smiled and laid her cheek against his head.

“Thank you, darling.” She heard him utter between kisses. “Thank you.”

To be continued...

Author's Notes:
I know what my weaknesses are in writing, but why I keep on bringing them forth and elaborating them in detail to the public, I will never know. I am determined that the smut will not be encompassing every chapter from here on, also because I may just be running out of places for them to do it and not get caught.

This chapter took a while, I had school to blame. The next chapter wouldn't be any better as now that I have a small break, I'm on the look out for inspiration. If you see any, send them my way!

Thank you!