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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of our Love
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Chapter 19: Just a Kiss, You Can Strip Me Defenseless
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It was a rainy September morning, and Chris an I were at my Seattle home. Well, I considered it our Seattle home even though I hadn’t quite persuaded Chris to move there permanently.

Anyway, we were lying in bed, both too lazy to get out.
“So, should we go anywhere today?” Chris asked.
I shrugged. “We could if you wanted to. I don’t know. I kind of feel like staying home today and just relaxing. It’s not often we get a day off nowadays. We get like what? A week off per month?”
He laughed. “It’s not that bad.”
“Not for you maybe.” I realized what I had said as soon as I had said it. “I only mean since I have an album coming out, and you don’t. Wait. I mean—” I blushed, shutting up before I made it worse.
He laughed, and threw his pillow at me. “Chillax! I know you didn’t mean it in a mean way.”
I grinned. “Good. Because I would never say anything to hurt you. Well, unless I’m angry. But there’s no reason for me to be angry right now, and even if I was—” I was cut off as Chris kissed me hard.
When he broke the kiss, he was grinning. “Just shut up. There are much better uses of your mouth than talking.”
“Well that’s nice and romantic,” I said, sarcastically. I tried to seem serious, but my smile gave me away.
“Oh I can be romantic. You’ve seen it,” he said, straddling me now, and kissing down my neck.
I smiled, and tangled my fingers in his hair. “How come you always get to be the one on top lately?”
He got off of me and lay back down on his back. “Who says we were going to do anything like that? Can’t a man just kiss his boyfriend without it having to lead to more?” He smiled.
I straddled him. “When you straddle me like this, it does.”
He grinned. “It’s so cold out. Why don’t we get in the tub, make the water as warm as we can stand it, and turn the jets on?”
I grinned. “That sounds like a good idea. When I had bought my house, the first thing I had spent on it was a new tub, which was twice the size of a standard tub. It had jets built right into it. It was Heaven to sit in after a long day of work.
“Put some of those cherry blossom bubbles in.” He grinned.
I got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. “This, coming from someone who originally mocked me for buying bubbles at Bath and Body Works.”
“What can I say? You got me hooked.”
I smirked as I turned on the tub. “I’d like to get you hooked all right.”
B∞C

“Mm, this feels so good,” I said as I slipped into the warm water filled with cherry blossom bubbles. I sat against a jet, and the water instantly relaxed my muscles.
Blake rested his head on my shoulder and I placed an arm around him.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this day in. In fact, I already am,” he said.
I smiled, and nodded towards the bathroom window. “I am too. The rain against the window pain is making this even more cozy.”
“Mm… It sure is. So, do you think you’d ever change your mind and move here permanently with me?”
“I’d love to move in with you permanently somewhere. I’m just not sure I want it to be here. I love Virginia. I love the East coast. I’d like to get a place in Virginia Beach. You like the beach, don’t you?”
“I do, but I also love the West coast. I love Seattle. It’s where my family is.”
“Well, Virginia is where my family is.”
“Let’s not talk about this right now. All that matters is that, no matter where we live, we’ll always be together,” he said, closing his eyes.
I kissed the top of his head. “True that.”
He opened an eye. “True that? Since when did you go all ghetto?”
I playfully slapped him. “Shut up.”
He closed his eyes again, and I stroked his hair. “Are you falling asleep on me?”
“Maybe we should do something to get my energy back up.” He didn’t even open his eyes.
“Like what?” I ran a hand up his chest to show him that I knew exactly what he had in mind.
He opened his eyes, and took a bottle of liquid body wash into his hands. “Well, it involves this going to a certain area first.”
“And what area would that be?” I asked, batting my eyelashes for effect.
He flipped the cap open, and squeezed a generous amount of the soap onto his fingers. He warmed it between then. “I could show you, if you’d like.”
I grinned. “Be my guest.”
He straddled my lap, and used his hands to gently coax my hips up.
I lifted my hips, and allowed him to start massaging one of his fingers into me.
I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. “Mm, I think that’s a pretty good place to put it.”
He kissed my neck. “How about this one?”
I moaned as I felt another finger sliding inside of me. I opened my eyes to look at him. “That’s a really good place to put that.”
“How about this one?” He let a third finger slide in.
I gasped, and arched downward on it. “That works.” I could barely talk then.
“And this one?” He let a final finger inside, causing me to let out a drawn out moan. He smirked. “I think that answers my question.”
He continued to work his fingers in and out of me for a moment, and then he released them, much to my dismay. He seemed to notice this. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to have this in you soon.” He took some more body wash onto his hand and began stroking his erection. “And if you liked my fingers, you’re going to love this.”
I pulled him closer so that I could speak against his ear. “I hope it’s going to go in the same place your fingers went.”
His eyes narrowed in that unmistakable lust-filed away. “Oh, you can count on it.”
I nipped at his earlobe. “Well then what are you waiting for?”
He let out what sounded like a little growling noise. It was so fricking irresistible. “Why don’t we change positions? This will be much easier if you’re straddling me.”
I nodded and did as told after he got off of me and sat back in his original place.
“Mm… This is much better,” he said, his hands placed over each side of my backside. He slowly helped me lower down onto him.
I threw my head back, moaning as I felt him enter me. He felt so amazing, as usual. I always seemed to forget exactly how good he felt until he was inside of me again, and it all came back to me.
It didn’t take long before I had him completely inside of me.
He paused, waiting for me to adjust to his size. He kissed the side of my neck. “Good?”
I opened my closed eyes, and looked at him with a grin. “It’s even better than your fingers. You were right.”
He grinned too.
B∞C

Between the jets massaging my muscles from all angles and being inside of Chris, I felt completely relaxed. Never before had a day spent inside felt so good. I leaned forward and nipped at the spot beneath his ear. “Would you like more now?”
He kissed my lips a couple times before replying. “I really, really would…”
“Well, who am I to deny you that?” I asked. I kissed him some more as I began to thrust in and out of him. I wanted him to feel how good he made me feel.
His moans and whimpers against my lips were driving me mad. I felt even more pleasure simply by hearing his pleasured cries.
I continued to thrust into him, trying to hit just the right spot over and over again. I was forceful. He liked it that way. There was a time when I never would have thought that Chris Richardson would be into the things he was in bed, but I had soon realized how wrong I was at thinking that. He liked it dirty, and sometimes even kinky. I grinned at the thought.
“You can do better than that.”
His words against my ear shot a bolt of pleasure through my nerves. I moaned, and thrust into him more forcefully yet.
He swore, and threw his head back. “More.”
I was so close. His words were shooting straight to my cock, and there was not much I could do to stop it as I continued thrusting into him the way I was.
Soon, I lost it. I threw my head back, cried out his name, and swore. My cries echoed loudly off the tiles walls.
Chris lost it too then, screaming out m name as he came. It came out even louder than my cries had been.
After a moment of just holding each other, and panting heavily as we came down from our orgasms, I smiled against his shoulder. “Were you trying to compete with me to see who could be the loudest? Because if you were, I technically should be the winner. You were louder, but I was the one to make you wanna cry out like that.”
He grinned, his forehead pressed against mine. “Leave it to you to turn something like making love into a contest.”
I shrugged. “You’re just jealous you didn’t win.”
He laughed. “Whatever.”
I grinned.
He gently slipped off of me, and sat down beside me again.
I wrapped an arm around him, and pulled him closer to me. I kissed his cheek. “So, now what should we do?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a nap,” he said.
I nodded. “Making love will do that to you. “But what do you say we take a warm shower first? I hate going to bed dirty.”
He stood up. “I think I can handle that. But let’s just stick to washing, and no more sex, all right?”
I stood up as well. “All right—but only because I’m tired too.”
We stepped out of the tub, and I winced at the sight of the sudsy water. “That’s the bad things about jets. They don’t mix well with bubbles.”
Chris nodded as he looked down at the floor, which was now covered in suds. “We’ll get to it later,” he said, flipping the knob on the tub so that the water would drain.
I turned the shower to borderline hot, and we both got in. I turned to Chris. “Can I wash your hair for you?”
He grinned. “If I can wash yours.”
I grinned as well. “Deal.”

B∞C

I woke up from my nap, feeling nice and refreshed. It hadn’t taken long for me to fall asleep after Blake and I had showered. I looked beside me, to where Blake was propped up on his side, watching me. “How long have you been up?” I asked, surprised to see him awake.
“Only for about ten minutes before you woke up.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I like watching you sleep. You look so peaceful and content.”
I kissed him. “You can be romantic when you want to be.”
He lay back on his back. “Well, not everyone’s perfect.”
I laughed. “So, what should we do now?”
“Well, we never had breakfast, and now I am more than hungry for lunch,” he stretched, and then sat up.
I sat up too. “So, what should we eat?”
“I don’t know. I forgot what I have in my fridge. Let’s go check it out.”
I nodded, and we headed down to the kitchen.
I looked through the cupboards while Blake looked though the fridge.
“What did you find?” he asked.
“Some stale bread and some peanut butter that expired two months ago,” I said, making a face.
“I have is a jar of four pickles and an orange. There’s also some soda and a half eaten pizza.”
“Oo! We can have pizza,” I said.
“I don’t think you want it. I’s from two Thursdays ago.”
“Yuck, Blake. Thank God you have me at our LA home. Otherwise, I have a feeling we’d have nothing to eat there either.”
“Well, I don’t eat in much. I’m always out doing something.”
“At least we can order a new pizza. “You call one in. I’ll get rid of your nasty old junk. Tomorrow, we’re going grocery shopping,” I said, picking up the pizza box, and bringing it to the garbage. I emptied the pizza into it, and placed the box in the recycling bin.
“Meat lovers from Pizza Hut?”Blake asked, as he grabbed a phone book.
I nodded. “Sounds good. Order some breadsticks too, and a bottle of Coke.” I noticed that his soda had expired days ago. One thing was for sure, if we ever did get a permanent place to live together. I was going to teach Blake the art of house keeping.
B∞C

“Mm… This is much better than the pepperoni pizza that was in the fridge had been. I love meat lovers. The more meat, the better. I could never be a vegetarian.”
“Close your mouth when you eat. You just got some meat on our bedspread.” I flicked he meat off the bed spread, and then pressed Blake’s chin upwards with my index finger.
He swallowed. “Sorry. How do you like it?”
“It’s good, but these are my favorite.” I held up a breadstick and took a bite of it. “I love eating in bed,” I said, once I had chewed and swallowed it.
“Eat another slice. We should eat this all before it sets in the fridge past expiration time,” Blake said, holding a slice up to my mouth.
“You got that right,” I said before taking a bite.
“We should have rented a DVD. Maybe there will be something on the on-demand channel.” He handed me my slice, and I continued to eat it as he turned the television on.
“There’s Scooby-Doo,” I said.
“Lame.”
“The Bourne Identity.”
“Seen it.”
“I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. That was a cute one.”
“Seen it twice.”
I sighed. “Well how about that one! It’s not even on a pay channel. Sleepless in Seattle. Come on, that is too good to pass up since we’re in Seattle.” I grinned.
Blake rolled his eyes. “A chick flick? You’ve been hanging with the girls too much.”
“Please. I haven’t seen Jordin in like forever. I haven’t watched a movie with Lauren since Mean Girls, and—”
Blake interrupted me with a cough. Cough. “Chick flick!” Cough.
I rolled my eyes. “Please? I’ll even give you a massage with your last bottle of edible massage oil…” I rubbed his back, and kissed down the side of his neck.
He sighed. “Well, since a massage is involved, I guess I can put up with a chick flick. But if anyone finds out we watched it, I am so telling them that you’re the one who wanted to watch it!”
I laughed. “That’s fine by me. I have nothing to hide.”
Blake glanced at the time. “There is ten minutes until it starts. Let’s finish our lunch, and then you can heat up the oil.”
I nodded, and we finished our lunch.
When we finished, I made Blake throw out the trash. “Remember, the box goes in the recycling bin,” I said as Blake headed down the stairs.
“Yes, Captain Planet,” I heard him say on his way down.
I smirked, and shook my head as I headed over to the microwave to heat up the blackberry-flavored oil. I had to wonder how I had gotten such a smart-aleck for a boyfriend. I loved him though, smart-aleck or not. So help me.

“All right! I’m ready for my massage. And yes, before you ask, I recycled the pizza and breadstick boxes. I put the rest of the soda I the fridge, and of course, we ate all the pizza, so it won’t be sitting in my fridge for days on end.” He stepped out of his shorts, reveling nothing underneath—as usual.
“Save the shirt for me,” I said.
He grinned, and pounced on the bed. He held his arms up. “Be my guest.”
I grinned, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor with his shorts. “So I take it you want a full body massage then?” I already had the television flipped on to the right channel.
He nodded, and lay down on his stomach, facing the television. “Is there any other way?”
I smirked. “With you? No.” I kissed down his back. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“So, what flavor is that again? Raspberry?” he asked.
“Blackberry,” I corrected him.
“It should taste sweeter then. You know what they say. “The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice.”
“I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think that saying is about an actual berry.”
“Sh! The movie is starting.”
Again, I rolled my eyes. The one that didn’t want to watch a chick flick was telling me to be quiet because the movie was staring. Go figure.
I poured some oil onto my hands and then brought my hands to Blake’s neck, gently massaging the knotted muscles there. I knew how much tension his job brought upon him. I was happy that I was able to help him with that, even if it was in such a small way such as this.
As I continued to massage the oil into his neck, he moaned, trying to watch the movie, but clearly being a little distracted by my hands on his neck, making him feel so good.
“That stuff smells good. I can really smell it now,” he said.
I spread some of the oil onto his shoulders, making sure to press hard enough to relax the muscles.
“Mm, yes…”
I smirked, noting that his eyes were closed. “Watch the movie!” I scolded. “You wanted me to shut up when it started, and now you’re not even watching it.”
He opened them, and continued watching.
I massages his shoulders for a moment more, and then moved my hands down to his back, massaging down lower.
“Keep going,” he muttered, his eyes still on the television.
I poured some oil onto his backside, and then began massaging the oil onto it as I watched the movie with Blake.
I smiled, suddenly getting an idea. I massaged the oil into him, knowing this was going to cause a reaction from him. Of course it.
“Shit. You expect me to concentrate on the movie when you’re doing that?” he asked, looking back at me.
I grinned. “Why not?” I batted my eyelashes at him, and then kissed down his lower back to where I had just placed the oil. I began rimming him then, loving the taste of the black berry mixed with the taste of pure Blake.
He swore. “There’s no way I’m watching the movie now.”
I grinned as I continued to rim him. I hadn’t expected him to. In fact, if he had went back to watching the movie, I’d be worried about my abilities as a lover.
When I was satisfied with my work, I turned him around, and took more oil into my hands. I spread the oil over his chest, making sure to rub over his nipples. I ran my thumbs in circular motions around them at the same time, and he moaned in response. He arched his chest up towards me, and I grinned.
I massaged the oil down over his stomach, and then down on to his legs. I paid special attention to is inner thighs, kissing them after coating them with oil.
“Please…” he moaned as I began massaging the oil on his inner thighs.
“Mm... Please what?” I moved down to his legs again, massaging them.
“Please massage my cock.”
I grinned. “In due time.” I massaged his feet, and then his arms and hands.
“Come on,” he whined.
“What?” I asked, moving onto his shoulders and neck.
He pouted, and I grinned.
“All right, all right.” I took the remainder of the oil into my hands, and then brought it to my own groin, making myself slick for him.
“Now me,” he said, his teeth clenched.
“Greedy, greedy,” I said, finally beginning to stroke him.
He closed his eyes and swore again, apparently loving the sensation of my oil-slicked hand on him.
I finished stoking him, and kissed down the side of his neck. “Mm, this stuff tastes really good…” I licked his shoulders and collar bone, nipping at the skin there.
“Mm baby, I want you now.”
“Lie on your back.” I nodded towards his pillow.
He grinned, and gently pushed me onto my back.
“Blake, what are you..?” I didn’t get a chance to finish my question before he took my erection into his mouth, just gently sucking the head.
I moaned, and gripped his hair. “Baby…”
He released me from his mouth and grinned. “You’re right—that is good oil.”
I moaned, looking up at him lustfully.
He crawled up to his spot on the bed, and lay his head on his pillow.
I positioned myself between his legs, and rested his legs over my shoulders. I leaned down and nipped at his earlobe. “Do you want me inside of you now?”
“What do you think?” he asked, his eyes dark with lust.
I growled, and slowly entered him. At least, I tried to slowly enter him. When he pushed me down hard into him, I knew that slow wasn’t going to be an option. I moaned, knowing that this was going to be a very good day indeed. In fact, it already was.
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