The Beautiful Ones | By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
The knot in the tie came undone quickly. Criss eased down the material, exposing her breasts. He sucked in his breath as he watched them. Smooth and round, perky and firm. It was clear that she was young.
Carefully, the illusionist reached up and cupped them in his palms. Cassandra’s eyes drifted shut and she smiled. He kneaded lightly and her head fell back, just a little bit. His thumbs ran over her nipples until they were hard little peaks.
“Come here, Cass,” he murmured. They couldn’t keep their voices above a whisper. There was something sacred and solemn about these moments, and a loud word would ruin it for the both of them.
The girl bent down, and their lips met, tongues clashing. They fought for dominance until Cassandra decided that Criss deserved to win. Just this one time, of course. Couldn’t let him get used to it.
Before she knew it, she was laying on her back, Criss straddling her hips. With a smirk, her boyfriend yanked off her halter top. A blush stained Cassandra skin, and she closed her eyes tightly.
“Oh,” Criss murmured, running his hands up and down her stomach, still pale, and quite soft.
“What?” she bit her lip, afraid he would find a flaw, point it out. Would tell her that this simply couldn’t work. Would tell her that this was all over now, and she really needed to find another place to be.
“You’re just… You’re beautiful, Cass.” Her eyes unscrewed and she opened them. Criss was delighted to see them glowing.
“Really?”
“Really,” he bent and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, putting his heart on his lips.
But that kiss wasn’t entirely chaste. It slipped from her mouth, to her cheek, and slipped down her neck. He latched onto her collarbone and sucked, placing nibbling little kisses all along it. Cassandra gasped as one hand flew to the back of his head. Criss’s hand slyly went back to her breast, lightly twisting one nipple.
“Criss!” she couldn’t bite back the moan. Her cheeks colored again, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. He reached up and cupped one cheek, thumb brushing against her cheek bone.
“Talk to me, Cass. I need you to tell me what you like and what you don’t like, okay? That’s the only way this is going to work.” Criss breathed in her ear. His breath was hot and moist against her skin, and she shuddered. Her boss smirked and skimmed his rough palm down her body from the base of her throat to the top of her shorts.
“Please?” Cass whispered, lips trembling. Criss nodded and sat up, pulling off his own t-shirt. He then reached for the waistband of his jeans, unsnapping them and pulling them down, kicking them off the bed.
When he laid down again, the heat of their bodies mingled. The feeling of skin on skin was enough to make Cassandra suck in her breath, make her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Criss continued to pepper her skin with kisses as their bodies pressed together. Cassandra moved restlessly beneath him, and he laughed, low in his throat. The vibrations spread through her body, and she whimpered.
The illusionist raise himself up, sat back on her thighs, one knee on either side of her. He reached down and carefully undid the button on her jeans, gently pulled down the zipper.
“You can tell me to stop anytime you want, okay?” he didn’t want her to. He wanted her to let him do anything, touch her anywhere. But he knew better, knew he couldn’t rush this. He’d ruin everything if he did.
“I don’t want you to stop.” Her voice was husky. “I want to feel you. Please?” with a smirk, he got off her, slipped her jeans past her hips.
“Well, then…”
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