Chapter dedication: SnowMarisvega

Song of recommendation for the chapter: Malo - Kiss Me. 🎶 🎶

Day 1 Challenge :Have sex at a time other than before bed; a lunchtime romp, morning sex or after work workout

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They ate at the little table in the kitchen and talked about their schedules and families. Chris had a heavy load of work that month—no pun intended.

Chris asked Lee about her plans for Christmas. Lee was going to spend it with her friends, like they did every year. Thanksgiving would be with her family. Chris was going to spend Christmas alone and thanksgiving with his parents too. They were careful not to talk about the future.

"You're a good cook, you know?"

Chris nodded and took a big spoonful of chili.

"Do you guys have any traditions? For the holidays?" Lee asked, breaking off another piece of cornbread.

"One really cool one." Chris' eyes lit up. "Caesar has his pilot's license, and if the weather's not too crap and he's feeling up to it, we fly for the day. It's a big deal to get permission to the airstrip. Every year, my father reserves a slot for the following year. We love it so much, because it's the only time we can get together for the year."

"Oh yeah?" Lee smiled. Chris' family hadn't struck her as the romantic type. They must be really rich to get their own private plane.

"Have you ever been to New York for Christmas? They have a big tree all decorated in Rockfella center."

Lee shook her head. "Not in the winter. I went once a few summers ago. I loved it. But I don't see it as where I can live. I love Manhattan better."

"Yeah. Manhattan is great. But you should go at Christmas, though." He eyed her thoughtfully. "Are you doing anything on the twenty fourth?"

Lee shrugged. "I'm open. I'm making desserts for Christmas until the evening, after then I can leave whenever I want. As long as I get together with my friends on Christmas day, I should be fine."

"Maybe we could go up there this year, and you could come along. We'd have to go with Amanda's kid, though. My sister would kill me if I went without him." Chris looked sheepish.

"That's okay! I'd love that. But we'll probably have to ditch the kid sometime, though. That shit is sticky."

Chris laughed. "I like your sense of humor, Ledia."

I like you, Lee thought. She didn't say it. She hoped Chris was still talking to her by Christmas. What if this thing, whatever it was, didn't work out between them? The thought made her stomach sour and made Lee shove her bowl away.

After dinner, they did the dishes together, which was very family like. Sutton and Lee used to do the dishes together when they were growing up because their daddy cooked.

Afterward, Chris and Lee watched a movie. He had some old Vincent Price film recorded from TMC's Halloween month in October. They watched The Tomb of Ligeia and The Meg, sitting on the couch together and snuggling. Chris' arm was across her back and she rested on his chest. It was almost as good as sex.

Okay, not really. But it was nice. It was very boyfriend-y, and it made Lee happy to know he liked her enough to cuddle. Lee was horny, though, and she had a strong urge to start something.

Maybe she would have been able to seduce him if she started kissing him again or nuzzled his neck. But she didn't. At least not yet. The moment was a precious one, and Lee wanted to cherish it for as long as she could.

To be in a relationship for real? More nights like this one? Yeah, she did. Lee absolutely wanted that with Christopher Oswald Ross.

She was attracted to him on so many different levels. She had stars in her eyes for the guy; not that she'd freely admit it.

It was nearly midnight by the time the second movie ended, and they were still cuddling. For few minutes, they stayed like that, basking in each others warmth. But, Lee was too turned on to stay still. They needed to get the show on the road.

Lee raised her head from his chest, so their eyes were leveled. "So. . .?"

"So. . ." Chris' lips lifted at the corners and his eyes glinted.

"Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on."

Chris threw his head back and laughed. Lee waited patiently until his humor died out, raising her brows.

"I do love your sense of humor, Ledia," Chris said. "If we're getting it on like Marvin Gaye, then we have to do it right."

"Right?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "We have to do the challenge according to the instructions. Day one is about having sex before bed, like after a workout, or a lunchtime romp, but since our schedule is pretty jammed up, we have to improvise."

Lee licked her lips. "What plan do you have?"

Chris gently pushed her off him, he got up to his feet and disappeared down the hall leading to his bedroom.  Lee watched the hall like a hawk, anxious to get on with the sheet steaming part already. If bunnies required this much foreplay, she wasn't surprised as to how fast and hard they fucked. The sexual frustration was hard. Pun not intended.

Few minutes later, Chris emerged from the hallway. Lee's jaw dropped open and her tongue came out to play.

Holy cow.

Chris was trying to kill her, Lee was sure of it. He'd swapped his shirt for a black, wet tank top. His jeans suffered the same fate, and in it's place was an obscene spandex shorts. It emphasized the length and shape of Chris' cock, which looked as if it was swelling under her gaze. Her eyes trailed down to his socked feet, before jumping back to his face.

His hair was wet and mussed; some strands stuck to his head, while some stuck in different directions. Little beads of water ran down his temple and arms. He was so wet and delicious. So delicious.

"Hi, baby. I thought you were preparing to go to the bakery today," Chris leaned against the wall, his brows lifted. "Why are you not in the shower yet?"

Lee drew her tongue inside her mouth, and snapped her jaw shut. She got what he was trying to do, instantly. Her heart swelled at how much he was trying to making this fun for them. Getting into the game, Lee cleared her throat as she rose from the chair with a fake yawn. She saw Chris' lips lift at the corners, but he kept in character.

"Just a bit tired is all." She sighed. "Besides, why would I go all the way down there in the cold when I have a natural body heater here." Lee bit her lower lip to stop herself from giggling.  It was fun acting like this.

Chris hummed. "See me looking all sweaty and hunky."

Lee couldn't help but laugh at the line.  "Sweaty and hunky, huh?"

"You're ruining the script," Chris grinned. "I can see that someone is in need of a good fingering. You know, to check if that place is cold. I've got heater fingers, just in case."

"Good. You've got some big fingers, so hopefully this won't be too hard."

Chris glanced at his crotch. "Looks pretty hard to me."

Lee laughed, and Chris joined her.

Weird.

People always made sex out to be so serious, but having sex with Chris was fun.

He reached into his spandex and held out his hand. Chris was holding a condom. "Fortunately, I changed my wallet condom not too long ago."

She sat on the edge of the sofa. "Guess I'll have to start carrying them now that I'm not alone anymore."

Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her up beside him. "Since I'm the only one you'll be fucking, you can let me carry the condoms."

Lee smiled. That had a good ring to it.

"Get undressed while I put this on." Chris pointed at his hard-as-nails cock. The spandex was stretched so much that it was a miracle it didn't rip.

"Shouldn't we take this to the bedroom?"

Chris' response was to sweep her off her feet. He tossed her onto his shoulder and growled. "I'm taking to off to my cave, Damsel. I plan to have my wicked, wicked way with you."

"No, you beast!" Lee smacked his buttocks. "Thou shalt let me go."

"That was awful, Ledia." Chris chuckled.

Lee's world was righted once more, when he dropped her at the foot of the bed. She lifted a brow as she reached for the hem of her red blouse, she pulled it over her head and then stood beside the bed and peeled off her jeans and panties. Her bra went next. The whole time she couldn't drag her eyes away from Chris' dick.

And why is that, do you think, Ledia Arden?

She took a deep breath. Because she has the right to enjoy sex and not feel ashamed about it. She might be ignorant and inexperienced, but she wasn't dumb. Some people might call her a slut for it, but Lee was starting to enjoy sex. The next day couldn't come soon enough.

Chris had undressed and was laying in the center of his bed, relaxed and cool as a cucumber, only that his erection spoilt the image.

"You're thinking again. Want to change your mind? Should we just get to it?"

Did she? "Hell no." Lee crawled on the bed and stopped beside Chris on her hands and knees.

"How about you bring that big ass over here and let me feast on it for a while."

"What?"

"Let me eat you out."

"Really?" She gaped.

Chris laughed. "Nobody ever eat your pussy?"

"Who would?"

"Oh, I don't know. I thought, maybe, the guy who taught you to kiss."

"No. He offered a couple of times."

"And you didn't take him up on it? Hell, lady, you are so innocent!" Chris laughed.

Lee didn't.

Chris stopped chuckling and propped himself on his elbow. "Okay, I'm also innocent in some area. Calling you innocent is not an insult from me. It's a compliment."

Well, hell. "That makes sense."

"Get over here."

Lee crawled toward Chris' head, being careful not to knee his ribs, or any other vital body part.

"Turn around and present booty."

She flipped and brought her hips closer to Chris. Chris turned on his side and grabbed her hips. "Generally speaking, most guys think this is catching the ultimate wave, Ledia. See how you like it."

Lee held her breath. Something soft and wet covered her clit. Holy hell. She looked down. Chris licked around her hole and then ran his long tongue down one side of her labia and up the other. Oh gods, which was sexier? The sight or the feeling?

Toss up. It was so sexy she could hardly believe it.

Then Chris' mouth opened and. . .

. . .feeling.

Feeling definitely won.

Her clit disappeared into his mouth, and her eyes closed all by themselves.

Never on earth could she have imagined this—hot, wet, sucking on her pussy. "Chris."

"Hmm."

"That feels so good." Her hips kept bucking like they wanted to fuck Chris' mouth. She tried to hold back, but she just couldn't.

Chris grabbed her hips and controlled her thrusts a little but, oh God, she just wanted to fuck down him, to dip his tongue into the place she needed it the most.

Chris opened wide and—oh no, it couldn't be—her labia sank into that hot mouth until it almost disappeared, and all she could feel were muscles gripping and massaging up her inside as Chris dipped his tongue into her hole.

Lee's clit pulled up like it was going to vanish inside her, and fire flashed into her head.

Couldn't see. Didn't care.

Nothing had ever been so amazing.

"Chris, Chris, oh God, Chris—"

Chris sucked her so hard it felt like her eyes would pop out, but instead something inside her burst into flame and—"Chris. I'm coming. No, oh, Christopher."

She tried to pull back, but Chris grabbed her and sucked until she felt a fountain of cum, and all of it poured down Chris' throat. "Oh gods. Oh God." She couldn't move her head from the mattress.

Chris popped his lips off her vagina and chuckled. "Okay, I think that was good."

"Ummm. You swallowed."

"I liked it. I love squirters."

Lee face flamed. "I like it too."

"But I think it's a good time for you to try getting fucked, because the orgasm softens your muscles. Normally I'd do you doggie style, but there's a day somewhere on the list for that. I better stay on my back if we want this to last long. So how'd you like to balance on this pole right here?"

All her muscles felt like jelly, but this was the one idea that could get her to move. She sat up.

Chris made circles with his finger. "Spin around so I can juice you up."

Lee turned and. . .wow.

Chris pressed a cold, wet finger into her opening. Oh yeah. Man, did it feel good. She rested her head on her arms and kept her butt up in the air. Another finger went in. She sighed. No problem.

Chris laughed. "Yep, you're as soft as a doughnut hole. I hate to make you move, Sleeping Beauty, but you've got work to do."

Lee rose up on hands and knees and glanced over her shoulder. There was Chris' sheathed cock standing up, and she was going to sit on it. Holy fuck!

She turned and stared. Chris held the cock stiff and straight. "Just squat over me and point the rod at the target."

Wow. This is it. What she'd dreamed  of the whole day. Lee threw a leg across Chris' narrow hips and balanced on her feet in a squat. Her pussy that she'd thought would never be in commission again for the night was into this. It became wet in pleasure.

She looked up. Chris' amber eyes glistened. "I can't wait to see this. Do it, Lee. Come on."

Lee grabbed his cock and moved it until she felt it at her hole. She took a deep breath, and sank down. The round head that felt so soft against her skin turned into a battering ram.  suddenly Chris' mushroom head pushed past the tight ring in her hole and — she breathed out and out. It was a tight fit from her being above. Lee had never been on the top before. Chris was inside her. Chris was fucking her. The idea was so perfect she never wanted it to end.

Slowly she sank down and down. Fuller and fuller. Pressure but no pain.

She opened her eyes and gazed at Chris. His face looked—perfect. Blissful. Happy. Complete. A face Lee wanted to see forever.

Fuck, it's too early for that, Ledia.

Chris whispered, "Ride me, Ledia."

Just like the cowgirl ads, with legs tucked under on either side of Chris' hips, she rose up and sank down. Up and down.

Mind blowing.

Some bolt of lightning from her insides shot into her vagina and tingled through her clit, which got wetter and wetter with every bounce.

She was doing it. She'd watched it, fantasized about it, and pretended. Now she was doing it, and it was everything she'd dreamed and more.

Who knew all those amazing nerves were in there? Who knew she'd feel so full and complete? Oh God, who knew anything could feel so good?

Chris' head thrashed on the bed. "Oh Ledia, you're so good. Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"What do you love, Ledia?"

"This. I love this."

"What is this?"

"Fucking."

"What kind?"

"Pussy fucking! Being on top!"

"Yes, say it."

"I love fucking!"

"Harder. Do it harder."

Crazy. Madness. Wonder. She planted her knees and pumped up and down on Chris' cock like they were two parts of the same machine, well-oiled and designed to work together. Every time her hips pushed down, Chris' cock lit her up until all she could see was light.

Her own vagina was back full on wetness, and every bounce sent little shocks into her belly.

Chris' hips were slamming against Lee's now. "Rub your clit, Lee. Let me watch how you rub it."

She pressed two fingers on the little bundle of nerves. One squeeze and all that fire in her belly leaped straight to her core, then flashed through her head. Firestorm. No holding back. "Chris, oh God." She rubbed again and her insides tightened into marbles.

"Oh baby. You're wringing my insides out. Ride me. Oh Ledia, oh Ledia!" Chris' head flew back on the pillow. All the cords in his long, strong neck stood out. "Ohhh."

Coming.

Chris was coming.

Oh God, she'd made Chris come.

A hot spurt of white jetted from her hole and landed on Chris's hips and waist, it kicked in with his pubes. Chris' whole body trembled. Or was that her own body? Who cared? This might have been her dream, but she'd never dreamed it could be so wonderful.

She collapsed forward and caught herself on her arms on either side of Chris' shoulders. Chris reached up and grabbed her around the neck and pulled her down until their chests stuck together — right above their hearts.

Lee lay there, content and blissed out.

A/N:

Who else is fanning their room, because, so much steam and fog. I can't bloody see! 🤧😱

Damn. Lee and Chris makes me horny. I need to get laid.😂😂😂😂

QOTC: Is the playfulness a 'yay' or 'nay'?

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