Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Before she even had the chance to give him an answer, his lips were on hers, sweeping her breath cleanly away with a demanding and urgent kiss, his fingers against her core were no longer moving at a slow teasing pace but a quickened one.

Her hands drew the sheets in tight fists, the pleasure surging through her with speed, making her arch her back and push herself further into him.

More.

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Moans slipped through her lips, immediately muffled by the kiss.

She really needed to breathe, to pull away and catch her breath, but her body just wasn’t letting her, even though it was starting to feel like she was floating.

Chris pulled away at that moment, and she sucked in a deep breath, her chest raising and falling, her heart racing wildly.

She felt Chris’s cold forehead pressed against hers while she tried to steady her breathing.

“Call me yours again.”

“Call you w-what?” She asked in a breathless whisper, blinking, trying hard to shake the daze feeling away enough to be able to hear and understand him.

Her brain just wasn’t thinking straight at the moment, every logicality fogged with her mounting need for pleasure.

“Claim me, Ivy.”

She forced herself to open her eyes at that.

Staring back into his brown beautiful eyes, those eyes were always doing something to her, something unexplainable.

She nodded slowly, realizing what he was asking for.

Her hands crawled across his chest, before going around his neck to pull him closer to her so that she whispered against his lips.

“Mine.”

A groan rumbled from deep within his chest at that, as he closed his eyes briefly from pleasure and content, “Yours, Ivy.”

In no time, he was kissing her again. Two fingers deep inside her, moving fast.

“Yours.”

She bit her lips, her eyelids closing shut as she tried to stay quiet.

It took her a couple of seconds before she realized that she just couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.

“Oh my– Chris– Ah— please not so fa–” then her voice  went higher, begging “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Ah— Chrisssss” her voice trailed off on a trembling note.

Too much.

Her fingers scratched against his back, as she pulled him closer to her.

Why did it feel like no matter how much she pulled him closer, he just couldn’t be close enough?

She wanted to press herself against him. She needed more of him than he was giving.

Her eyes rolled back.

Panting, she threw her head back to the pillow, a long moan escaping her lips as she felt herself mounting more and more into pleasure.

“Fas-ter” she begged between breathless gasps, and his response was instant.

Her voice hitched, another moan slipping through her lips, her hold on him tightening painfully.

She was getting there, the peak, that bliss.

Then he stopped.

He stopped?!

Why had he stopped?!

Her eyes flew wide open immediately, her chest still raising and falling from the pleasure surging though veins, threatening to make her body quiver.

She stared back into his eyes, eyes that were no longer that beautiful shade of seductive brown, but instead dazed glowing red.

She made herself not bold away from him, instead she asked, “W-why-why did y-you–”

“Your phone,” he answered laborious. “It’s being buzzing for a while now.”

Buzzing?

She hadn’t heard it buzzing.

What does it even matter if it had been buzzing?

“I don’t care, just—”

“It could be an emergency.”

“It’s not an emergency. I can feel it in my bones that it is not an emergency,” the words rushed out of her mouth.

She just needed him to continue. She had been so close.

“Ivy,” he said pressing his forehead to hers again. “It’s buzzing again. I just can’t continue until I know it’s nothing important.”

She wanted to say something to dismiss the buzzing issue so that they could go back to what they were doing but with how firm his voice sounded and his persistence, she knew that it was best for her to just go through the phone and put it out of the way.

She groaned, using her elbow to support herself to a slight sitting position in order to reach for her phone that was on the side table.

She couldn’t even remember when she had put it there.

She quickly looked through it, it was her mother again, with twice as pictures this time.

She texted back a quick “STOP.” Then tossed it away to wherever.

She didn’t care.

“It’s nothing important.”

With a smile on her face, she moved to kiss him but he moved away quickly.

Oh, no. Had he seen the pictures? Was he mad?

“Chr—”

“We need to talk.”

What followed next was the unwanted emptiness she felt as he pulled his fingers away from inside her.

Her eyebrows shot up.

Was this a joke?

“You had better get your fingers back in me right now.”

She held his hand, pulling it to her but he withdrew from her immediately.

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes.”

“What?! Some other time, please. Let’s just…”

“I’m too bothered to go on,” he eased himself off his elbow, so that he was no longer laying above her, instead he was now sitting by her side on the bed.

Arrghhhh!

Her Mother had finally done it.

Argh.

Now of all moments?!

Why now?

Since they had decided to be official, her and Chris had never had an issue like this before.

“The pictures mean nothing, I’m going to talk to my mum and she will stop , I promise.”

“It isn’t the pictures.”

“It isn’t the pictures? Then what is it?”

Whatever it was better not be happening right now. This just wasn’t a good time.

“You said your mother wanted to get you married.”

“Yes,” moving closer to him, she continued, “C-can we do this some other time, please. I need–”

“No, we have to do it now.”

The coldness in his voice made her flinch and she stopped. Now that she observed it, he had a frown on his face.

She gulped in worry.

Oh no, this was serious.

“That night we were together…”

“Yes?”

Her heart was hammering with worry and a sought of fear. This was definitely not how she had planned her night.

“Ivy, when were you going to tell me about your wedding?”

Ivy froze.

Oh, no.