The kiss was soft at first. Unhurried. His hand came up to her face, his thumb resting gently against her jaw.
She forgot about the film.
She forgot about the popcorn that slid off her lap onto the cushion.
She forgot about everything that wasn't this - his mouth on hers, warm and certain, and the way her whole chest felt like it was finally relaxing after weeks.
When they finally pulled back she kept her eyes closed for just a second longer.
Then opened them.
He was watching her. Close. That steady gaze that had undone her from the very beginning.
"Still decent?" he murmured.
She pressed her lips together.
Felt the smile coming before she could stop it.
"Shut up Chris," she whispered.
He smiled.
And kissed her again. They continued and Chris's lips crushed into hers, hungrily tasting her mouth and sucking her tongue into his. He moved lower, nipping at her neck, then caressed her boobs, enveloping his lips around her pink nipple.
Irene moaned in pleasure, her hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower.
He paused. Looked at her with a sexy look and asked "Should we take it to the bedroom"... Irene nodded immediately.
He then carried her to the bedroom which was on the right side of the apartment.
In the bedroom, he completely undressed Irene.
He started kissing on her neck passionately while rubbing her butt. He moved on and massaged her breast and then inserted two fingers into her p*ssy.
"You are so wet" he said as he stroked her p*ssy with his hands. "Tell me what you want," he said. She couldn't think about the details because she was too busy being pleasured, but she knew she wanted to be pleased. If pleasure was all she wanted, then pleasure he would give her.
He strode towards her and planted his face between her legs, his tongue darted out and licked her clit and she gasped.
She had not been expecting that, but it felt good. As he licked and sucked her p*ssy, she grabbed his hair out of intense pleasure.
He licked all around her p*ssy, sucked her clit, then inserted his tongue into her p*ssy.
He replaced his tongue with his fingers and moved his tongue to her clit. He used his free hand to play with her nipples making them hard. He moved his head towards her breast and sucked each nipple into his mouth with the same rhythm he was fingering her pussy. The pleasure was so intense, she released moans and thrashed her head from left to right while shaking. She was on the verge of an orgasm when he removed his hands from her pussy and lifted his head from her breast. "NO! don't stop, I was almost there" she said.
Again, he chuckled and said, "don't worry, you will get there again soon.
Chris deliberately did all that as if he had intentionally planned to subdue her sexually and make her uncontrollably horny like the low-key bad boy he was.
By the time he was done, she was wet as rain, clearly ready for action.
Chris moved closer slid out his cock from his boxer briefs and stroked it a few times. Irene lay in the bed and watched as his cock grew larger and thicker with each stroke. She was ready. She spread her legs wide.
He entered her in one smooth and hard thrust. "CHRIS!" Irene screamed and moaned. Her body shook over and over as Chris continued to thrust into her. He softly choked her which was different from the hard thrust in her p*ssy. She moaned as he put her legs over his shoulder to penetrate her at a deeper level. An instant orgasm slammed into her, but Chris was not done. He turned her so that her butt would face him and raise her waist up. She adjusted to that position while still shivering and letting out faint moans. Doggy style.
He pulled her arms back and thrust into her from behind with full force. This is how she had always wanted to be fucked; she could feel herself creaming his cock. His thrust became faster and harder while she screamed and moaned louder and louder.
Chris felt he was about to cum and said "I'm almost there." Irene ignored or probably didn't hear because she was on Cloud 9 from intense pleasure.
He gave a few more thrusts and let out a hoarse cry as he ejaculated deep in her. Irene moaned so loud it almost sounded like a shriek.
Chris had finished. This first round lasted for about 40 minutes. Irene hadn't stopped shaking. Chris tucked her into bed, she had passed out. He couldn't help but chuckle at the pleasure they had both received.
This went on over and over for a total of four times before they both drifted into deep sleep.
The night had definitely been fun.
She woke up to sunlight.
For a moment she just lay there, blinking at an unfamiliar ceiling. Then everything from the night before came back in a slow warm wave.
She turned over.
His side of the bed was empty.
She sat up slowly, while yawning, stretching and pulling the duvet around her, listening.
Sounds from the kitchen. Movement. The quiet clatter of plates.
She exhaled.
Then the bedroom door opened.
Chris appeared in grey sweatpants and bare chested, holding a tray with what appeared to be toast, eggs, orange juice and a mug of coffee.
He looked at her.
She looked at him.
"Good morning princess," he said quietly.
Something about the way he said it - easy and warm like it was already a habit - made her chest do that full embarrassing thing all over again.
"Ohh good morning handsome" she replied.
He set the tray across her lap, gave her a kiss and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You made breakfast," she said.
"Had to give you a treat," he replied. "You're welcome."
She looked down at the tray. Then back at him.
"Eat Irene."
She ate.
He watched her with that quiet expression she'd stopped pretending she didn't love.
She sipped the coffee.
Perfect temperature. Black. Two sugars. Cream.
He drew closer to her.
"Last night was great" he said.
"Indeed it was, I enjoyed every last bit of it" she replied while smiling.
"It might become a habit" he added.
"So what if it does" Irene replied.
"We might become addicted" he said.
"Wouldn't hurt in my opinion" Irene mummered having scrambled eggs in her mouth.
They kept at it for a while. Back and forth convos. Sweet and romantic talks.
Meanwhile, her best friend June kept sending texts requesting updates of how the date went but Irene's phone was on Do Not Disturb thus she did not see them so it appeared she was ignoring June. But she wasn't. Regardless, June will be pissed for a fact.
Then - Irene finished eating and got up to go take a shower.
"I need a shower too I guess" Chris said lightly with a smirk on his face. "Can I join you?".
"Sure" Irene looked back.
He watched her walk naked to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and signalled him to come in.
"About time" Chris said happily.
He removed his pants, paced into the bathroom and walked up straight to her, stared into her eyes while biting his lip like it was his first time and he had never gotten a taste of her the night before.
Still maintaining eye contact, he pulled her closer and slid his hand downstairs....