Chapter 2: Building Tension
Allison's fingers trembled as they reached for the buttons of her blouse, delicately parting the pearl clusters that held together the crimson silk. The sheer fabric whispered softly, gliding apart to reveal the lacy contours of a matching red bra. She caught Chris's gaze, holding it steady as her fingers continued to dance over each button.
Her heart beat wildly with each new exposure, the soft globes of her breasts now tantalizingly visible beneath the scant lace barrier. She smiled at Chris, a devilish twinkle in her eye.
The hunger in his gaze felt like a physical touch.
"Fuck me, Chris," she commanded, only the barest hint of a tremble in her voice. Her fingers didn't miss a beat, as she began to tease her own nipples.
The gesture electrified Chris. His heart hammered, as he took in her heaving, half-naked form. He felt like a starving man who'd wandered into a decadent feast. He trailed his hands over the slope of her shoulders, feeling her tremble in response.
The blood roared in his ears, the pounding in his chest in sync with the racing of his thoughts. Without looking away, she popped the clasp, and with a teasing slowness, her full, rosy-tipped breasts spilled out, straining towards him, inviting him to take a taste.
As he leaned in to oblige, she entangled her hands in his dark locks and guided him exactly where she wanted. It was a reckless invitation he couldn't help but accept with a demanding growl.
Chris buried his face between those now freed and painfully stiff nipples, leaving hot, wet trails of need and desire before gently sucking on them.
His eager tongue flicked the tight buds before taking them into his mouth, savoring the taste of her bare skin. Allison's gasps and whimpers only fueled his hunger. She tasted like sunlight and sin, and he was begging for absolution.
"Yes.
Fuck, yes, Chris."
The sting of her nails against his scalp only added to the volcanic eruption building within him. He was drowning in the taste of her, losing himself in her every gasp and plea.
His name on her lips was the sweetest fucking song lyrics he'd ever heard.
Unwilling to wait any longer to possess her, he trailed wet kisses down her stomach and paused at the minimal barrier of lace separating him from his prize.
Locking gazes with her, he watched a shudder of anticipation ripple through her.
He sank greedily to his knees, tugging the lace away. The room was infused with the undeniable scent of arousal: the cinnamon-sweet perfume combining with musk. Her bare flesh stunned him for a moment, puffy pussy lips yearning to be touched, kissed and licked.
Chris's throat went dry; he gulped and licked his lips, inhaling sharply at the aroma of damp arousal enveloping the space between them. The red pubic curls almost blended in with the lacy remnants of her thong.
Allison's lustful gaze never left his as he slowly and reverently spread her pussy lips. Her legs twitched, revealing the anticipation that coiled inside her like a panther ready to strike.
"Do you want this, Allison?" He growled.
"Do you want this, Allison? Do you want me to lap at your juicy cunt like a fucking starved man?"
"Don't you fucking dare speak like that," she warned, breath hitching as he ran a finger along the seam of her soaked slit. "You're such a fucking tease, Chris. Savoring my pussy like it's some gourmet fucking meal." The raw edge in her voice dripped with desire.
Chris could practically smell her arousal burning, making him even harder than he already was.
He tasted the silky flood of her honeyed arousal, his tongue sinking deep inside her. "Christ, Allison, you're so fucking wet."
"Shut up and make me come," she hissed, trembling against his lips. Her fingers weaved quickly through his dark hair, tangling in the messy locks.
His stubbled cheek grazed her swollen lips, the soft hairs intensifying her pleasure.
She shivered beneath his grasp, her nails digging deeper into the bedsheets. Her gasps of raw delight echoed around them as he pierced her entrance, his tongue flicking upwards along her folds.
"Oh God, Chris. More. Please," she begged, reveling in the wickedness of her demands. Her body pressed further into his face, her legs quivering with each thrust of his tongue.
Lost in her wild cravings, she ground against him. She heard his guttural groan, muffled against her damp flesh.
Her breathing quickened, every nerve ending pulled taut from the sensation of his tongue circling her quivering clit.
The tip of his stiff tongue stroked her throbbing bud.
Allison threw her head back, arm flung across her face, as if to shelter the tempest swirling through her mind and body. She felt Chris trace her labia with his thumb, parting the folds to let his tongue slip into the sticky recesses of her wild, wet center.
The flat of his tongue dragged from bottom to top in a long stroke meant to awaken every nerve ending and coax her towards the luscious precipice.
"Goddammit, Chris!" Allison's voice cracked as she exhaled sharply, toes curling.
He murmured appreciatively between licks, tasting the honeyed apricot lust that seemed all too eager to spill its delectable essence for him.
"Oh, God, Chris!" she cried out, her body shaking in wanton response. The muscles in her legs turned to jelly, threatening to collapse beneath her. She managed to prop herself up on trembling arms, staring down into the sea-blue eyes of her best friend, now lover.
Their gazes locked and Chris saw himself reflected in her verdant eyes, pleasure and adoration shining back even as she writhed and moaned above him. His heart swelled in his chest, pride and intensity knotting together within him.
His fingers probe deeper, urging Allison closer to the verge of bliss, the edge drawing near.
Between strangled breaths, her hips rippled and bucked, desperate for more of his teasing tongue, his succulent sucks.
"Chris," she panted, voice trembling, "I'm there, I'm right there. Don't stop."
But he doesn't listen, not because he wants to toy with her - the savage flame in her eyes is all the answer he needs about her true desires.
Chris brings his middle finger up to join the dance, sliding it between the swollen labia enveloping his tongue. Then, without warning, he curls them both, probing and penetrating her G-spot in a fevered ambush.
Her back bows in delicious agony, her muscles rippling and shivering beneath her smooth skin. Allison gasps, writhing, her legs trembling from the onslaught, a barely containable inferno ready to burst. He feels her tighten like a vice around his fingers as her whimpered cries grow louder and more urgent.
Her hips rock and grind, urging his fingers deeper and faster.
"Chris, fuck. Right there!" she gasps, nails digging into his shoulders.
His middle finger curls deep, relentlessly massaging the spongy spot inside. With each stroke, her gasps quicken like a drumbeat, accompanied by the sound of slick, wet flesh against flesh.
At her side, he watches her eyes fall shut, knowing she's so close.
Every muscle in her body tenses. Chris drives his fingers deep and fast into her, feeling her convulse around him.
Then, Allison erupts. Bucking wildly and swallowing a cry, she falls apart in impossibly beautiful waves. Her eyes squeeze shut as she moans, gripping his hands with a strength that shocks him. The pleasure is almost painful, her body rigid around his marauding fingers.
"Oh, Chris, oh fuck!" she repeats, over and over, like a mantra.
"Oh, Chris, Oh fuck, Chris!"
Her voice rises to a wail, piercing the stillness of the room and setting the hairs on Chris's arms alight. It's like a song he's known his entire life but never truly heard, not until this moment. Lust-drunk and ravenous, he cannot stop now, not even when she unclenches her eyes and whispers his name as if it's a precious gem only she can see.
Her hushed adoration fuels him, and he redoubles his efforts.
Strong fingers dive back inside her drenched heat while his mouth explores the newly revealed landscape of her breasts, teasing her rosy nipples into turgid peaks of pure desire.
"Chris, I-I want you," she stammers, jaw slack as it hangs open to accommodate her labored breath, "I can do better than just this. I can make you feel good, too."
A wordless grunt is his only reply before his teeth find purchase on her aching, rosy peak.