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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 30: I’m the Only One Who’ll Drown in My Desire for You
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Well my party had just ended right there. I couldn’t go on with it after what had just happened.

I tuned to my friends. “I’m sorry. I guess I better go.”
“We understand. I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know he would get so upset over something like this. Had I known, I would have planned to take you to a dance club instead,” Cisco said.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I had fun. He just has trust issues occasionally.” I turned to Candi. “Thank you very much for that. I enjoyed it.” I took a couple of bills out of my pocket and handed them to her for her tip.
“I can’t take that. I got you in trouble,” she said, honestly looking sorry.
“Don’t worry about it. You were just doing your job. Keep it,” I said.
“Thank you. I hope you are able to work things out,” she said before going on to the next lucky guy.
“We can talk to him if you want,” Sligh offered.
Phil nodded. “Yeah. You know me. I’m good at making peace.” He grinned.
I shook my head. “Just take me back to the hotel please.” I would call him once I got back to the privacy of my hotel room.
“Let’s go guys. You heard him,” Ethan said, nodding towards the exit.
“I’m sorry,” I said to them once we were back in the car and headed back to the hotel. “I didn’t mean to ruin the nice party you guys set up.”
“Don’t even worry about it, man. Your fiance comes first,” Sligh said, patting my shoulder.
“Yeah. You got your lap dance. That’s basically what we took you there for. We can always go back later and get ours,” Ethan said.
“You two can get yours. Sligh and I are out of this,” Phil told him.
“I’ll take the two you guys won’t be taking then,” Cisco said.
“Heck no! I get one of the two. Don’t be greedy,” Ethan said.
They were trying to cheer me up with their humor, but right then, I was seriously not in the mood.

B∞C

When we arrived home, I was still thinking about Blake. I knew I wasn’t going to have any fun tonight with this on my mind. I turned to everyone. “I’m sorry, guys, but I think I’m just going to go to the hotel for a bit. I know we’re supposed to be having a sleep over, but… I need to see Blake.”
Jordin placed a hand over my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We understand. You certainly can’t go to the wedding tomorrow without having this resolved first.”
“My parents will show you guys where you’ll be sleeping. They’ll take care of you,” I said to Sanjaya, Jordin, Melinda, and Haley, who would still be sleeping at my place. “I’ll be back. I just really have to see Blake first,” I said.
“We’ll see you tomorrow then. No doubt you and Blake will be doing something nasty together for most the night,” Sanjaya quipped.
It actually made me smile. I hoped he was right. I hugged him. “Have a good night, buddy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight,” he said, hugging me back.
I hugged my the rest of my friends and Michelle, and exchanged goodbyes with them.
“Try not to worry, Hon. Everything will turn out, and tomorrow, you’ll be marrying the man of your dreams,” my sister said when we hugged goodbye.
I smiled. “Thanks. I hope so.”
Michelle turned to Blue, Antonetta, Jorge, and Madookie. “I'll take you guys back to your places.”
After Jordin, Melinda, Haley, and Sanjaya had gone into the house, and after my sister had left with the others, I got into my car and took off. I had to say Blake, and it had to be now.

When I arrived at the hotel, I parked, and then headed up to Blake’s room. I knew what his room number was because we had checked in together at noon.
I knocked on his door. I wondered if he was back yet, or if he was still getting a lap dance from Miss Big Boobs.
To my surprise, he opened the door. “I was just about to call you,” he said when he saw me.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Come on in. No one’s stopping you,” he said, walking back into the room, but keeping the door open.
I came in to the room and shut the door, hearing it lock securely behind me. “Do you mind telling me what the hell that was at the strip club? Seeing him now, and seeing how nonchalant he was being about this, was really starting to tick me off.
He shrugged. “It was a bachelor party that my friends threw me. I didn’t do anything wrong. Do you know how many guys get lap dances at their bachelor parties? Most of them.”
“I didn’t,” I said. “I went to dinner, a movie, and karaoke.”
“Yeah, well I’m not into the lame girly stuff like you are,” he said.
“That doesn’t mean you have to have a woman all over you!” I said, getting angrier by the moment.
“Please! She was doing her job. You know, you have major trust issues, and that is not good if we’re going to be getting married tomorrow,” Blake said.
“Well you always give me a reason to have trust issues! Every time a woman is around you have to kiss her or dance with her like you two are making a porn video. Frankly, I’m tired of it!” I said.
“Well if you have such a problem with me, then maybe we should just end this right now. We shouldn't be getting married if you feel this way about me,” he said.
I could hardly believe it had come to this. “Well I don’t think we should get married if you’re going to be all over women, and not considering my feelings. What happened to our pact we made at our engagement party about you dancing that way with girls?”
“Well you weren't around, and if I’m not mistaken, it was only for when you are around.”
I bit my lip. “So when I’m not around, you feel free to be all over women?”
He shrugged. “Why not? They're a whole lot less uptight than you are.”
That did it. “Fine. If that’s how you feel, then maybe we shouldn’t get married.”
“Fine by me,” he said with a shrug.
“Fine. Have a nice life,” I said. I opened the door and left, slamming the door behind me. I was so angry I wanted to break something, but at the same time, I was so sad, I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.
B∞C

“What have I done?” I asked to myself as soon as Chris had slammed the door. I didn’t want to lose the person who meant everything to me—especially not over something like this.
I ran to the door and swung it open. I felt relief rush over me when I saw Chris standing there with tears in his eyes. I realized that I had tears in my eyes as well. “I’m sorry,” we said at the same time.
“We’re not calling off the wedding,” I said.
“I know,” he said.
I took his hand and pulled him back into the room, letting the door shut and lock behind us. “I love you, and I’m sorry I got that lap dance tonight. I don’t know what was wrong with me,” I said.
“No, I overreacted. You were just having fun at your bachelor party. I don’t know why I made such an ass out of myself. Everyone must think I’m insane,” he said.
“I should have known how you’d feel. I know I’d go insane if I saw some stripper all over you—especially the night before our wedding,” I said in all honesty.
“I just couldn’t stand seeing some woman all over you like that. I know you’re into women too. I guess I still worry that you’re going to one day wake up and realize that you don’t want to be with a man anymore,” he confessed.
“You’re not just a man to me, baby. I don’t love by gender. I love by person, and the only person I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with is you. I would never cheat on you with a woman, or leave you for a woman. I was just getting a lap dance for fun. Trust me, I didn’t feel nearly as excited as I do when you give me one.” I grinned.
He smiled. “You like my lap dances?”
“Baby, I love them,” I said. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “No woman or man for that matter, is ever going to make me cheat on you or leave you. I have you and I am not letting you go. Not ever.”
“I know I’m being stupid, but I don’t want anyone but me giving you a lap dance again. You’re mine and no one else’s,” he said.
I kissed down his jaw. “Deal. No more lap dances from anyone but you. I promise. Now what’s this about being yours and only yours?” I moved my lips down to his neck.
He closed his eyes. “Do I need to show you who you belong to?”
I moaned, my mouth still on his neck. “I really think you do.” I started to unlatch his belt.
As I did that, he unbuttoned my pants.
I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, finishing just seconds after he had my zipper undone.
He kicked off his shoes, and I yanked his jeans down with his underwear. He stepped out of them. Next, he pushed me backwards down onto the bed, and pulled his own shirt off. “Take your shirt off,” he said. I had already stripped my socks and shoes off before he arrived, and of course I hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Removing my shirt would leave me naked.
I grinned, and did as told, tossing it to the side. “Good, baby?”
He let out a little growl that I swear made me instantly hard. “Very good.” He brought his mouth down to my nipples, gently swirling his tongue around one, and then the other.
I placed my hands over his head, gently pressing his head down. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him.
“Please…” I whispered.
He looked up at me, his lips no longer on my nipples, much to my dismay. “Please what?”
I lowered my eyes. “As if you don’t know.”
He smirked. “Do you have any lubricant on hand like you always carry for emergencies?”
I smiled. “It’s in the usual spot.”
He went into the top drawer of the night stand and took out the small tube I kept there. I really hadn’t expected to use it that night, but when I came back to gather my things up for the honeymoon tomorrow, I was hoping that Chris and I would have time to consummate our marriage before we left for our honeymoon.
“I don’t like seeing you with anyone other than me, you know. No one has the right to do dirty things with you. I’m the only one allowed.” He flipped the cap open and squeezed some of the lubricant onto his hands. He warmed it between them.
“I don’t need anyone but you,” I said.
“Good. I’m glad you feel that way.” He slowly worked a finger into my entrance. “No one can make you feel the way I make you feel anyway.”
I bit my lip, watching his every move. He was right on that one. Only he was ever able to make me feel this good.
He let another finger inside, and curled it with the first one.
I moaned. “Only you…”
“I thought we were clear on this before you left for your bachelor party, but apparently, I was wrong. I guess I’m just going to have to remind you who you belong to.” In went the third finger. He slid it in so impossibly deep.
I cursed, wanting to feel something much bigger inside of me. “Make me yours. Claim me,” I ordered.
“Oh, I’m gonna. You can count on it,” he said, removing his fingers so that he could work on lubricating his erection now.
My breathing became heavy. I was so hard it hurt. Watching him lubricate himself was almost too much to take. I needed no proving. I knew I was his. Even so, I wasn’t going to complain that he wanted to prove it to me anyway.
B∞C

I had never been so in the mood in my life. The thought of proving to him that he belonged to me was a surprising turn on.
I placed his legs on each side of my waist, and then I leaned down and kissed him roughly on the lips. “Are you ready for your lesson?”
His eyes were dark with lust. “Teach me,” he said, his voice firm.
I growled and slid into him, taking it a little bit quicker than I usually did.
His fingers dug into my back, which turned me on even more.
I pressed my lips to the side of his lower neck, and licked, nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh until I made my mark. I hoped whatever he wore tomorrow had a high collar. I was all the way inside of him now. His breathing was rough and ragged, and I knew how turned on he was.
“Start moving,” he choked out.
I smiled. “Who says you deserve that?” I asked, running my hands slowly down his chest.
He let out a little hiss of pleasure when my hands bushed over his nipples. “If you want to prove to me that I belong to you, then you’re going to have to do a whole lore more than what you’re doing now.”
He had me there. I took my hands and pressed them against his hands, therefore pinning his hands above his head. Next, I bent my head down to murmur in his ear. “How deep do you want me, baby?”
“Mm… I think I need you real deep. The deeper you take me, the more I know whom it is that I belong to,” he said.
I knew my eyes must be clouded over with lust by now. I growled again. “You’re going to get it so good.”
“Well then give it to me instead of just talking about it,” he said.
I moaned, and started my rhythm inside of him. He wanted it? Well he was going to get it.
“You can do better than that,” he said when my thrusts started off slow.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.
“You’re not going to hurt me. We’ve had rough sex before, baby. You’ve never broken me. Now show me what you got. I’m not really feeling who I belong to yet.”
I moaned again. His words were driving me insane. I growled yet again, and quickened my pace. “You want me nice and hard, you’re going to get me nice and hard.” I was pounding into him now.
“More. Harder!”
I groaned. He couldn’t get enough. I thrust in harder, making sure to hit that spot that I knew would bring him so close to the edge. “In case there is still any wonder, you belong to me,” I said. “Now who do you belong to?”
He groaned. “You.”
“You who?” I asked.
“You, you.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say my name.”
“Christopher.”
I thrust harder into him, practically feeling his prostate as my cock slammed into it. “Say my full name. There are a lot of Christophers out there. You could mean anyone.” I slammed into him again, and then again.
His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed as he moaned. “Christopher Richardson.”
“Say my middle name with it.”
“Chris…”
“Say it!” I pounded into him again, hitting his prostate dead on every time. I was so close to coming, but I wasn't about to until I heard what I needed to hear.
“Christopher Michael Richardson, I belong to you!” He cried out.
“And only me. Say it. Look at me when you say it,” I ordered. I was so close. I was going to lose it at any second.
He moaned. “Chris, I can’t… Can’t speak…”
“Say it, or I’m not going to make you come,” I warned.
“Ugh…” He looked at me. “Christopher Michael Richardson, I belong to you and only you!”
I smirked. “That’s much better. Now why don’t you come for your fiance, huh?” I pulled all the way out. I knew this last thrust was going to do us both in.
“I said it, so don’t stop! Please!” he cried out.
“Oh, baby I’m not about to. I’m going to make you come just as promised.” I assured him. I held my erection, then slipped it inside again after positioning myself at just the right angle. Then, I slammed into him, hitting that spot inside of him at just the right angle with just the right amount of force.
“Christopher!” He screamed, his eyes closed and he threw his head back again. He let out a slew of cuss words, coming just as I lost it deep inside of him.
Even I cursed this time. I couldn’t help it. He felt so fricking good… “Blake!” I swore again. Only Blake had the power to get me like this.
I collapsed on his chest, resting my head on it, and listening to his ragged breathing. Finally, after a few moments, we had both came down enough for me to slip out of him. I lay down beside him, and took him into my arms.
We kissed, softly at first, and then more passionate.
I smiled when we broke the kisses. “Lesson learned?” I asked.
He grinned. “Oh yeah! Lesson definitely learned. And let me tell you, you’re the only one I need to belong to.”
“Mm… I’m glad to hear it. So, you still plan on being Mr. Lewison tomorrow?” I asked.
He kissed me. “You bet I am! You are going to be too, even if I have to drag you down that aisle.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll go willingly.”
We kissed a little bit more.
“I should go soon,” I said.
He groaned. “Do you have to?”
“I’m sorry, baby, but we’re not supposed to see each other the day of the wedding until I’m walking down the aisle to you.” I looked at the clock. It’s almost eleven now.”
“Screw tradition,” Blake said. “We’re getting married tomorrow no matter what. Seeing each other after midnight before the wedding isn’t going to change that.”
I kissed him. “Come on. I want to make this traditional. You’ll see me tomorrow at the wedding, and then you can have me all you want.”
“Will you at least shower with me first?” he asked.
I smiled. “I think I can manage that.”
He grinned, and soon, we both got up and headed to the shower. I had worn us both out, so more sex wasn’t an option. Still, it didn’t mean we weren’t kissing like crazy in between washings. I couldn’t complain.
B∞C

After our shower, we dried each other off, and then he got dressed back into his clothes, much to my dismay.
I slipped on a clean pair of boxers and a clean T-shirt.
He kissed me.
“As much as I love you being my fiance, I can hardly wait to make you my husband,” I said once we broke the kiss. I kissed him again.
He licked his lips when we broke that kiss. “Same here, baby. Same here.”
One more kiss, and then he headed to the door. He opened it, and looked back at me. “Goodnight, my love. The next time we see each other, we’ll be on our way to becoming Mr. And Mr. Lewison.”
I grinned. We had signed the papers in Washington, but told the judge not to put them through until tomorrow. So, when we had our ceremony, our papers would be put through, legally making us married. “I’ll be counting the minutes,” I said.
We kissed one last time, and then he left at five ‘til midnight.
I watched him walk down the hallway and get into the elevator. He blew me a kiss before the doors closed, making him disappear from my view.
I sighed, and shut my room door. I then hopped into bed, and hugged the pillow that he had rested his head against. I could smell him on it. I turned of the lights, and lay down with the pillow still in my arms. Closing my eyes, I imagined him there with me. “Goodnight, Richie. I love you,” I said out loud. Soon after, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of our wedding day.
B∞C

When I arrived home, I found that Jordin was sitting on my bed, waiting up for me. “So, how did it go? You don’t look upset. I take it everything went good?”
I smiled. “Yes. We worked it out.”
“I don’t think I need to ask how,” she said.
I laughed. “Trust me. You don’t want to know.”
“I think that just confirmed my suspicions.” She grinned at me, and then hugged me. “I’m happy for you two. I’ll let you get to sleep now. You have a big day tomorrow.”
I kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Jordin. For everything.”
She smiled. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re my best friend. That’s enough,” I said.
She smiled again, and then kissed my cheek. “Sleep well.”
She left my room, gently shutting the door behind her.
I slipped out of my clothes, and, still smiling, I changed into clean boxers and a clean T-shirt.
Finally, I turned out the lights and climbed into bed. I lay on my back and looked up at the ceiling, smiling as I thought of this being my last night before I would be married to Blake. Then, I turned on my side and closed my eyes. “I love you Blake,” I whispered into the empty room, before falling asleep and sleeping a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
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