Day 12: Let her dominate. Tell your partner what you want. (Bonus play: ropes or handcuffs).

Chapter dedication: SnowMarisvega

Song recommendation for the chapter:  A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. 🎧🎶

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"You're mine, Ledia. All mine."

Her brain tried to comprehend his words, tried to understand what he meant, to wrap her brain around it, but. . . Lee couldn't think.

Not when he was kissing like that, not when his hands were pulling her to him, drawing her into a kiss that consumed every part of her soul.

Lee lifted her hands to his face, her fingers tunneling into his thick, dark hair as she finally give herself all the way over to what was happening. She wanted Chris and he wanted her back.

Not in a let's fulfil the challenge kind of way, but in a can't-get-enough-of-each-other way.

Chris' hands were on her butt, his tongue in her mouth, Lee let him ravish her mouth to his heart's content. Something crashed to the ground—the paper towel roll holder,  Lee thought, but neither of them so much as paused.

He peeled his shirt over her head. Lee tore at his buttons like a mad woman, her lips greedy on his shoulders, his pecs, bending down so she could trace her tongue over the ridges of his stomach.

Chris let out a grunt of pleasure, allowing Lee's lips to play over his stomach, her fingers to flit over the front of his jeans before his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back up for a blistering kiss.

He slipped a hand around to her back, pushed her forward until her breast was jutting out towards him. He devoured her breasts, hand on one, mouth at the other, switching back and forth with relentless determination until Lee was panting his name.

Lee let out an embarrassed giggle as she realized she was completely naked on his kitchen counter. "Hold on, we can't—"

His fingers delve between her legs, middle finger circling slowly over her clit before dipping down and sinking inside her. Lee tightened around his finger with a moan.

"What was that we can't?" he asked, his mouth pausing against her breast, his fingers stilling and pulling away.

"Never mind," Lee said, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand back toward her throbbing center.

She felt him smile wickedly against her flesh before his tongue wrapped around one nipple, fingers teasing, circling, spreading. . .

Chris bended down, pushing her back gently as his tongue joins his fingers between her legs, licking between the wet folds with soft, sinful strokes.

Like before, he had her on the edge of orgasm in an embarrassingly short amount of time, and even as her hips arched to his mouth, there was a part of her that wanted something more. . .

My turn.

Lee wriggled away, and he pulled back in surprise as she hopped off the counter. "Is this not okay?"

"It will be," she said, pressing a hand to his chest and slowly walking her fingers down to his sweats.

Chris gave a grunt of surprise as she lowered to her knees, tugging the thick material and boxers downward until she had access to him—all of him. Lee's lips and tongue tease, keeping her touch light and fleeting, wanting him to need it. To need her.

His head was tipped back, looking beautifully male, as her lips roamed over him, until he couldn't take no more and twined his fingers in her flour coated hair, looking down and meeting her eyes.

"Please."

His gruff plea was perhaps one of the hottest things Lee experienced in her life, and she give him exactly what they both wanted. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked, gently at first, then more enthusiastically as his hands urged her on.

He let her control the situation for only a few minutes before he took what he wanted, his touch both gentle and commanding as he held her head still, thrusting into her greedy mouth.
Lee looked up and met his eyes, offering, maybe even begging to stay on her knees as he went over the edge.

He bit his lips in a delicious moment of indecision before leaning down, and pulled her to her feet. "With you," he said against her mouth, capturing her lips in a tongue-tangling kiss.

His arm went around her waist, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked her gently backward to where they started the encounter, her back to the fridge, the cold surface against her back a perfect contrast to his warmth pressed to her front.

Chris thrust inside her. Hard. Possessive. Lee cried out, and he immediately gentled, but she shook her head and arched into him.

More.

His hands grabbed her hips, her fingers dug into his shoulders, until the ecstasy finally took her there.

Lee went over the edge with a cry, and he went right over with her, his own rough breathing matched her own.

Chris gathered her close to him, arms warm around her back as he helped her ease gently to her feet. They meet each other's gaze for a long moment, saying silently what they were not ready to say with words: This thing between us is important, is so much more than sex.

He cleared his throat and stepped back, bending down to retrieve their clothes. Lee reached out and touched his wrist as he stepped into his boxers and reached for his jeans.

"Chris, I—"

The oven timer beeped.

She glanced at the oven and bit her lip. If that wasn't sign to shut her mouth, she didn't know what it was.

Chris glanced at the oven then at her. "Ledia?"

"I think we should check on the cookies."

He nodded after he'd finished dressing and went to take the tray out. Lee shrugged on the shirt with a sigh.

Tomorrow night. She told herself. Tomorrow I will tell him about how I feel and if he doesn't want me then so be it. At least I know I tried.

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After baking the rest of the cookies, cleaning the kitchen and washing up,  Lee dressed up and joined an equally dressed Chris in the kitchen. They'd eaten some cookies and chased it down with iced tea. Now Lee was on the couch groaning and patting her filled belly. Chris stood in the doorway,  his eyes laughing at her.

Lee dragged a pillow over her face, blocking out the sight of Chris' annoying face. "Go 'way."

The couch next to her side dipped as he sat down. If Lee had thought she could manage it, she would have tried to shove him from the couch. As it was, she was trying her hardest not to move.

"I told you, you ate too many cookies." He snorted. "And you were accusing me earlier that I would finish them."

Lee would have liked to argue, to deny, but she couldn't. She'd eaten an impossible amount of cookies, and now she felt impossibly bad. She was pretty sure if she so much as moved an inch, the cookies would be coming back up.  So she wasn't moving. Or even breathing that heavy. The less her body moved, the better.

"I'm dying," she said, half convinced that she really was. She didn't know what had possessed her, but she thought she might never eat another cookie again. The thought of icing made her gag. "Why didn't you stop me from making that insane amount of cookies?"

"I've got a large family.  Unlike you they'll pace themselves, but they still go through a lot. And you kept eating them, I had to make sure there was enough." There was laughter in his voice.

Lee squinted up at him, scowling fiercely. "It's not funny," she said. "I was tricked by their sugary goodness."

"Sure you were."

Chris leaned down, like he was going to kiss her, and Lee shoved his face away.  "Nu-uh, Not happening."

"I was just going for a peck. I want to see if you taste like sugar. I feel like your blood has to have turned into it at this point."

Lee stared up at him with narrowed eyes. "One peck."

"You're rationing kisses now, huh?"

"Do you want it or not?"

It wasn't so much a peck as it was a lingering kiss. Chris licked his lips, pulling away with a smug smile.
"You do taste like sugar."

She considered the state of her stomach. As long as Chris didn't climb on top of her. . . "I think you've got it wrong. Maybe you should kiss me again."

"Ah, are we trying the old method of burning calories and, perhaps, a too full belly?"

"Just get on with it! Or are you tired?"

Instead of replying, he slid a hand behind her neck, opened her mouth with his, tongue sweeping against hers in wet, delicious friction.

Lee kissed him back, realizing he probably had the right idea about not talking. If they talked, they might stop, and Lee didn't want to stop.

They kissed forever. Minutes? Hours?

His mouth was perfect, his hands were everywhere. Lee felt her head rest gently against one of the couch pillows and her eyes flew open when she realize he laid her back and was shifting to lie alongside her.

Chris set his hand against her stomach, his eyes searching hers. Okay?

Lee replied by wrapping her foot around his calf and arching up for another kiss. More than okay.  Both his hands were under her sweater, stroking her sides and stomach in a way that made her feel beautiful instead of a few pounds past slim.

When his fingertips brush the lace along the base of her bra, it was the point of no return. Lee wanted nothing more than to go over the edge with him.

Full belly be damned.

As his hand glided upward she held her breath, only it came out on a moan when his hand brushed over her breast. Chris' lips and tongue were hot on her neck as he molded her beneath his palm. Fingers traced along the cup of her bra, then beneath. His thumb scraped over her nipple, and he captured her gasp with his mouth, kissing her as thoroughly as he explored her.

Lee felt heat pooling between her legs. She arched up, seeking relief, needing his touch. He uttered a low "fuck" as her hips brushed his erection, the first word he said since kissing her, and its impulsive dirtiness made her moan in response.

Chris tugged her up, not giving her a chance to think or doubt as he pulled her sweater over her head. He held her gaze as his fingers find the button of her jeans, watching her face even as he pulled the tight jeans down her legs, tossing them aside.

Then his eyes traveled over her body,  and she was too turned on to be embarrassed, too utterly in lust to linger on the fact that her stomach was not flat.  Lee couldn't even think about her body, because she was too busy looking at Chris' body. He reached behind his head, tugged off his shirt in one motion. His shoes and jeans follow in record time, and the sight of Chris standing beside the couch wearing only boxers was mouthwatering enough to have Lee pushing into a sitting position and pressing a kiss to his perfect abs.

"Perfect," she muttered, unable to keep from giving his (perfect) ass cheek a little pat.

His mouth tilted in a half smile and his eyes were warm as he lifted a hand to her face, fingers tangling in her hair.

"These are perfect," he said in a low voice, both hands sliding down to her breasts, lifting her to make her cleavage even more dramatic.

He groaned, and her mouth went dry with want as she saw the way his hips arched forward a tiny bit, as though he wanted to touch his cock to her breasts. The thought was almost painfully erotic, even more so when he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill into his hands.

His fingers played with her nipples, alternating between teasing flicks and just-right pinching, and by the time he lowered to his knees beside the couch Lee was panting. Chris placed a hand to her stomach, taking care not to press down, holding her against the couch as he dipped his head and wrapped his lips around a nipple.

Lee arched into his mouth as his tongue flicked over the tip of he breast, teasing, torturing, then he sucked it into his mouth once more to soothe. He gave the other breast equal attention, and just when she thought nothing could feel better than his mouth on her breasts, Lee felt his hand between her legs, rubbing over the lace of her underwear.

She was dying for his fingers to touch her—really touch her—but he made her wait, rubbing back and forth with just enough pressure to tease but not satisfy.

It was only when she leaned up and nipped his shoulder in warning, that he gave in with a harsh laugh, fingers sliding beneath the elastic to where she was wet and wanting.

He rolled his tongue over the tip of her breast as he slowly slid one finger into her. "Topher." She arched as she said it, pressing herself against his hand.

He answered by adding another finger, stretching her ever so slightly. Lee was so turned on that if he so much as got close to her clit, she'd come. Lee felt him smile against her breast and realized she said it out loud, but she was way too turned on to be embarrassed.

Chris pulled away slightly, easing hee blue lace panties down over her thighs as she laid spread out on the couch for him to devour. He tossed them aside, then returned to gently pumping two fingers inside her with one hand, the other hand sliding to her inner thigh, spreading her wider so that he could—

Chris lowered his head, his tongue pressed against her clit where he flicked once, twice— Lee was gone.

She'd never been a silent-O kind of girl, but never had she been a screamer until right this very second, when she was pretty sure her shouts made the walls shook as much as her body.

Sometime later—days?— Lee managed to open an eye, watching as he pressed soft kisses just below her belly button. He met her eyes. "Condoms?" he asked softly.

"Upstairs," she managed. "Although I'm sure you kept some under the coffee table after—"

She didn't even finish the sentence before his boxers were off and he was lowering on top of her after he had located one shiny wrapped and suited up.

The tip of his cock nudged her folds and Lee moaned, all thoughts of logistics out the window. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up, wanting him now, but he held back, his fingers finding her chin, forcing her to look at him.  "Le—"

She frantically shook her head. She didn't want to talk about what was happening between them. At least not until tonight.

Lee swore she saw something like regret pass over his face, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by hot-blooded male. His hands slid down to her hips, forcing her lower body to be still, to take him slowly.

He slid inside her a little bit at a time, and she realized with every second how out of her league she was with him. She was good in bed, but Chris was phenomenal.

He had patience, and he knew how to use it, making every moment, every sensation about ten times more intense than she'd ever experienced before. The moment when he was all the way inside her? Heaven. Better than heaven.

And just when she thought she couldn't possibly fly any higher, be any more turned on, he started to thrust. Slowly at first, letting them find each other's rhythm, and then, faster, harder. . .he rested his palms on either side of her head, straightening his arms until he was braced above her watching her face with fierce determination.

"Come," he said through gritted teeth. "Damn it, Ledia, come with me—"

She did.

She came again, clenching around him at the same moment he released inside her.

Simultaneous orgasms?

If you'd asked her an hour ago, Lee would have said they're not a thing. Wrong. They exist, and they were. . . well, there were no words. There were no words to describe what it felt like to be this close to another person, to share the most intimate moment there was to share.

And wonderful as the moment was, it was also scary as heck, because it felt important.

Life-altering, even.

Chris lowered his forehead to her shoulder, and stayed there for long moments as they both catch their breath. Lee tried to think of something to say, but got nothing.

Him neither, apparently, because even after he pulled out, neither of them said a word. Not when he pulled the sofa's throw blanket over them, and Lee roll to her side to make room for him beside her.

Not when he slid a tentative arm around her waist, or when she lifted his hand to her mouth and gently pressed her lips to his palm. Not when they drifted off to sleep, sated and exhausted.

Later, she'd head out to the bakery to see how they were doing, also to dress up for the party. But in this minute, she was going to cherish the cuddling with Chris.

"I love you," she whispered into the warm air.

Chris' snore was her answer.

A/N:

Hearts, feels. Sex. Passion. ❤🤧.

QTOC: What are you thoughts? Too much sex?

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