Birthday Sweets

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Birthday Sweets

an Emery&Chris story

by avenger-nerd-mom

On a secluded boat dock, Chris and Emery celebrate his 37th birthday together

Warnings: NSFW, language, cunnilingus, anal fingering, intercourse

Word Count 2781

June 2018

Humming a little tune, Chris clears up their trash, throwing the items back in the picnic basket. Looking at his watch, he gets a little concerned, wondering what’s keeping Emery so long. Tossing the bread crumbs in the lake he watches as small fish swarm around, trying to get their fill. He smiles when he hears her steps pounding down the dock. Turning to watch her, his heart fills with pride at her beauty and grace, hidden under a flirty summer sundress, and criss-crossed tan lines on her shoulders. His face lights up. “Why didn’t you just go behind the tree?” he teases.

She stops dead in her tracks, hand on her hip, the other hiding behind her back. “Because, I’m a lady,” she quotes, “that’s why!”

Falling forward gently from his squatting position, he lands on his knees, resting his fists on his thighs. He effects the same accent from one of their favorite Disney movies, and asks, “What’s hiding behind your back?”

She giggles. Returning her voice to her casual Southern drawl, she replies, “Well, I know you said you didn’t want cake until all the family comes down this weekend, so-” Emery swings her arm around, presenting a small gift bag, “here’s a little something till then.”

She steps forward, kicking off her sandals and handing it to him, before carefully sitting on the edge of the plaid blanket. He peers down into the bag and lets out a whoop of excitement. “From Leopold’s?” He asks, pulling out a travel container of ice cream.

She grins, happily nodding and pulling out two spoons from her pocket. She’d arranged for his favorite flavors to be packaged up from their favorite shop in Savannah to make the journey without him even knowing. “There’s more up in the cabin. This is the rum cake one.”

Pulling the lid off carefully, he licks the smear of melted cream stuck to the top. “You really are the best birthday party planner ever, Em. How’d I get so lucky to find you?”

She shrugs her shoulders as he rocks back again, landing on his butt and crossing his legs ‘indian-style’ to sit on the dock. “We have had a good day, haven’t we? Sleeping in, hiking, swimming-”

“Getting sunburned-”

“We’ll put more aloe on later,” she says, dipping her spoon in the small cup when he passes it to her. “I kept telling you to put on more sunscreen.”

He points his spoon to the water, pointing out where a fish  jumped out above the surface. She nods, acknowledging she saw it. “Just more proof you’ll make a great mom someday. You’ve had plenty of practice with me.” She bristles at his comment. “I know, I know. You’re not my mother,” he chuckles, bumping her shoulder. “But you are good at taking care of people, making them feel special.” He waves his hand wildly. “All this… I feel so loved.”

She scoots forward, dropping her legs over the edge of the dock. “Because you are.”

“I am, and I feel it every day. I am really lucky to have you.” He holds the cup to her again, and she takes another spoonful. He watches as she slowly licks the spoon, savoring the flavor before pulling it off with her tongue. “Still can’t believe you rented out the whole damn place; it’s awesome.”

“Well, you were fussing on me to be more extravagant and relax about money. I didn’t want anything for myself, so spending it on you seemed logical. Besides, it’s not like I really rented out the whole place. Another couple was supposed to be here, but the owner said Saturday when I talked to her they canceled, and no one else was booked. She said it’s ‘cause of the draught, and the water is too low for boats to get back up in here.” Emery reaches for another spoonful of ice cream. She yelps when a fish nibbles her toe, and she kicks her feet like crazy to scare them away. “That’s when I told the lady not to rent out the other cabins, and we settled on a price.” She swipes away a dragonfly buzzing around her head.

“When I told you to spend money, I didn’t mean on me. But I like we enjoy this together. It’s good we like the same outdoorsy things.”

She bites her lip to hide her smile. Turning towards him, she lays her spoon down, finished with the ice cream. She raises her eyebrow. “I like doing other kinds of outdoor things with you as well.”

Chris laughs, the sound bouncing off the water, and echoing back. “Oh, really?” He sets down the finished ice cream cup. “What did you have in mind?”

Emery grabs his ankle and untucks his feet, pulling his leg out straight as she begins to climb up his body. He leans back on his elbows, watching her prowl. She pauses, tugging on the hem of his shorts. “These pants are ridiculous,” she says.

“Scott picked them out,” he smiles.

She shakes her head. “Ya know, I knew from the first night we met, I liked you. Wanna know why?” He nods and she continues. “One of the first things you said to me, that got you in trouble, was when you quoted dating advice from your brother. I thought, ‘that’s a guy that loves his family no matter what’ and I knew we’d get along. But, uh,” she runs her hands over the buttons on his shirt, “don’t take fashion advice from your gay brother either.”

“I thought I looked good? You complained I looked too much like a ‘dude bro’ the other day at lunch?” He smiles, watching her hands as she pushes against his chest, flattening him to the dock.

She rolls her eyes, resting her body on his belly and sitting up. He places his hands on her thigh, her skin warm from the summer sun. “That restaurant was too fancy for you to be wearing workout gear and a frat-boy ball cap… And yes, you do look good right now.” She reaches down and scratches his scruffy chin. “Like ‘Harvard Hottie’ grew up and became a professor. I like it.” She moans softly as his hands grace up her legs, higher and higher.

“Em!” In total disbelief, he asks, “Did you leave something back at the cabin?”

“Yup!” She pops the letter ‘p,’ lifting her skirt and flashing him, showing off she’s already wet.

His hands slide under her, lifting her from his chest. “I really like this new, playful, horny as hell, wife I have. I should turn thirty-seven all the time,” he growls, bringing her forward.

She scoots her knees along, following his lead, and he watches her excited smile grow. The fading sunlight casts a warm glow as it drifts through the trees. He wants to freeze time, to make every moment count. He kneads her ass, pulling at the soft flesh. Pushing her higher, she lifts her knees over his shoulders one at a time, her feet resting on his biceps and toes curling under his arms. Wrapping his hands over her thighs, he spreads her succulent pink lips. “Is this present just for me?”

He kisses her thigh on the left, as she murmurs her approval. Blowing out cool air across her exposed sex, he moves across to kiss her on the right. He lifts his head, running the tip of his nose against the delicate skin of her inner thighs. Her skin rises into goosebumps despite the humid air.

“You still hungry?” she asks, voice husky and skittish with anticipation.

“I believe I am.” He paws at her with his strong hands, bringing them together to meet, pushing his thumbs against her clit as she gasps. Forcing her down, her ass rests on his clavicles while his tongue dips in the sweet well. With a languorous lick from front to back, he grips her thighs firmly. Holding her tight so she can’t squirm away, he repeats the action again and again. Her sweet juice floods his tongue, replacing the faint flavoring of the ice cream treat. “So lickable,” he moans quietly, probing gently with his tongue.

Leaning back with her hands grabbing his pecs, she grinds herself against his mouth and chin. He knows the beard is an added sensual bonus. Peeling his eyes open, he sees nothing but the setting sun, low in the sky, shades of pink and purple. His attentions bring forth quiet pants and cries from his lovely wife, and the sound causes a tightening in his pants. “Louder, Kitten, there’s no one around to hear you.”

“Mmmhm,” Emery moans, breathing hard and gripping the sides of his ribcage. Her manicured nails scrape his shirt and he wished there was less clothing between them.

Slowly blinking his eyes closed, his tongue laps through her again. Tasting her inner core, his nose grazes her clit. She jumps in his arms, leaning forward and pushing his head away from the sensitive spot. “Baby,” he chuckles, opening his mouth wider for a soothing lick, easing the sensitive spot.

Wanting to thoroughly please her, he closes his mouth sloppily over her lips, teasing with his tongue. Imitating a French kiss, he explores her delicious pussy. His beard is wet with her dew and he swallows the flood, wondering how long she’ll last.

Gently she reaches down, caressing the top of his head, running her hands through his hair. “You’re gonna make me come.” Massaging his scalp, she lifts his head, pushing him deeper into the wet pool, barely able to breathe.

Chris’s hands grip her ass, squeezing and pulling her close. Her hands at the back of his head, tug and pull his hair, moving his head back and forth. His tongue flicks in and out, caressing against her clit and against the side of her swollen lips. She falls forward, supporting herself with one hand while the other still plays in his hair. Her shift brings her closer to his mouth and lifts her ass into the air. His hands clench the rounded bubble, pulling her cheeks apart as his tongue continues to work. Trapped under her, his movement is limited. But it’s the best place to be! Her sounds grow louder as she rides his face, grinding in a circular sway. Gathering her slick, he wets his thumb and brushes across her taint at the same time his lips gently suction over her clit. Tenderly, he tortures her with his mouth, sucking and pulling an orgasm from her as he teases her pulsing asshole with his thumb.

Seduced by the added pressure, her tiny cries grow louder. Leaning forward on both elbows, her pussy pulls away. Lifting his head, he keeps their contact as she calls out, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her legs spread wider and his thumb eases in, up to his knuckle. The release of fluids is too much to swallow, but he laps up what he can as she continues to ride his face. She pushes her ass against his palm, his thumb gliding in deeper and his lips slide free from her dripping cunt. “Fuck me, now,” she purrs, laughing at her command.

His beard is liberally coated with her runoff and his thumb remains trapped inside her hole. Crawling out from under her, he quickly swipes his face against the plaid picnic blanket. “We really should camp more often,” he chuckles. He slowly rolls his hand around, twisting out his thumb, watching the tiny hole close back up. He playfully nips his teeth across her tight ass, giving it a smack for good measure. Rolling to his side, seeing her stance, his stomach tightens.

Her beautiful backside is in the air, and she’s positioned her legs back together. Her spine arches and she’s resting forward, collapsed on her arms. The flowered sundress is bunched around her waist and one of the straps hangs down her arm. Glistening in the setting sun, her ripe juice runs down her inner thighs. “Don’t move,” he growls, unbuckling his belt quickly and pulling his pants down to his knees. With a few quick pumps of his hand, he’s hard and ready. Crawling towards her, he leans forward, running his tongue up her thigh and catching a drop of her sweet release. He positions himself behind her, guiding his hard cock through the wet mess.

“Chris, don’t play, come on and fuck me,” she says, reaching over her shoulder and twisting her hair up, off her neck.

He can see beads of sweat laced along her neckline, and he bends over her, blowing a cooling breath across the back of her neck and shoulders as he slips his thick head between her lips. The walls of her pussy hug his cock, sucking him in, molding around him. Made for each other. A perfect fit. “What a gift,” he sighs as he pushes deeper, bottoming out. He stills while she shifts her weight, bunching the blanket up under her knees. He looks around, having forgotten they’re outside, on a boat dock in a deserted campground. Fireflies have begun to zoom around as the sky turns to dusk and tree frogs begin their nightly sounds. “Do you see this, Em? It’s beautiful.”

She giggles, lifting her head up to look around, and back at him. “It is; we should fuck outside more often.” Her mirth rings out and she begins to slide off and on his cock.

Chris guides her, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, pulling her into him. The sound of their skin slapping together and her whines each time he thrusts into her, expelling her breath, fills the night. As their lovemaking continues, he senses her frustration, knowing her so well. His knees are killing him on the hard, wooden surface, but neither of them are quitters. He slides his hand from her shoulder, grasping at her breast. Working his fingers under the dress neckline, he pulls down, exposing her, pinching and fondling the tight peak. He begins to whisper words of encouragement, his other hand sliding between her legs. Emery rocks back into him, spreading her legs, presenting her clit as he wraps his fingertips around the small bundle of nerves. Her whines grow, each being pushed from her body. “Fuck me, Evans,” she demands into the night.

He chuckles again. “So tense, Kitten. We got this. Relax, baby. Relax.”

Her slick pussy works his cock to perfection, holding him snug and he can feel his own climax building. She changes positions again and he smiles when her hand joins his, pressing over her hood as his hand swirls quickly around her clit.

He drops his other hand to the dock to support them as she begs him to go faster. He thrusts harder and deeper, tilting into her, hitting her soft walls, buried with each stroke. Giving as much as she’s taking, her body slows as her orgasm begins and she begs, “Don’t stop. Too perfect.”  

Pounding in and out, each stroke now takes him out of her body,  bouncing across her rim before sliding back in. Hard and fast. Strong and deep. The pulsing of her cunt around him is tight and her noises echo in his ears, bouncing from the trees and water. His unstoppable force rises, and he is helpless against its’ tide. Lost in her own orgasm, he joins her, the feeling so intense, his cries match hers. Filled with his seed, their lovemaking, she falls forward on the dock, holding his wrist and pulling him down with her. He collapses over her, careful not to drop his full weight. Her body still trembles under his as she falls back to reality. “Happy Birthday,” she sings out, light and airy.

He kisses the back of her neck, wondering if this is it. Did they just start a life? Thirty-seven and he still feels he’s failed, not being a father yet. Not giving her what she wants most; their child.

“You’re thinking too loudly. It would be a great birthday gift, no doubt, but don’t stress on it.” She lifts her shoulder and he rolls off. She turns to face him. “Shhh… Stop thinking,” she says as she caresses across his forehead. “It’s fuckin’ hot out here,” she states.

He rolls his eyes. “It’s a long walk to the shower house.”

“Are you suggesting we skinny-dip, dear husband?” She lifts her head, resting her chin on her palm. With her other hand, she begins to unbutton his shirt.

“Sounds like a good plan,” he agrees, reaching across to unzip her dress. “Another present to unwrap… More birthday sweets!”

Click here to read the next Emery&Chris story, Private Dancer

Read more about Emery and Chris in their novella, Georgia on My Mind, and their story collections

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Private Dancer

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Private Dancer

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris has a late night encounter

Warnings: NSFW, public nudity, dom/sub tendencies, anal fingering, denied orgasm, talk of bondage

Word Count: 3884

July 2018

Head back against the wall,Chris slouches in the old metal chair, too tired and achy to move. He waves goodbye to the others, leaving for the night, and swipes his hand out to the side, hoping his grasp will reach the water bottle in the chair next to him.

“Go home, man, it’s enough for one day,” a voice calls out.

“Yea, yea, I know,” he guffaws, the tiredness seeped in his vocal chords. “I might run through it again.”

The bottle pressed to his lips, the water is cool as it runs down the back of his throat, refreshing. Just when he thinks he can’t take the heat, the air conditioning in the worn down building kicks on, causing the windows to rattle. He takes another swallow, running the back of his arm across his forehead, chilling his skin as the sweat collects in the hairs on his arms.

“Too fuckin’ old for this, Evans,” he mutters to himself.

He downs the rest of the water quickly, grunting in pain as he leans forward to untie his shoes. He lazily pulls one off and it clunks to the scuffed floors. The lights click off overhead and he calls out, “Hey! I’m still in here!”

Static screeches through the stereo system and a familiar guitar riff fills the room. A spot light shines down from above on a form in the center of the room, a curvy figure outlined in the shadows as her hips sway to the first beat. He bites back a smile as her heels click on the floor, executing a perfect spin before falling to her knees, crawling towards him. On the prowl, she keeps to the cadence of the song, a seductress he’s never seen before.

Her stance wide, hips sashaying from side to side, she taps the rhythm and stomps in perfect syncopation. A halo of curls swirl around her, a wave of red, blazing fire, hiding her face. Unable to see her expressions, he wants to watch her feet, the sound clear and crisp, in strict, guarded movements. But his eyes are drawn to the sweet jiggle of her ass in the high cut booty shorts and her strained nipples against the tight t-shirt, cut and knotted between her firm breasts. Her hands run over her body, wanting and needing, the music pulsing through her, creating a heated sexual energy in the room.

Every move is practiced and fluid, almost effortless. Yet even in the cold room, he can see sweat collecting on her lower back, at the waist of the form fitting shorts. She’s working hard, and has his attention. Resting back in the chair, he palms over his hardening cock, turned on by this show, just for him. His private dancer.

He aches to touch her. Realizing he can glimpse her backside in the mirror behind her, he enjoys fruitfully all the bouncing muscles rolling under the athletic strain of her performance. As she stomps, reaching forward gracefully, he wonders how he hadn’t noticed the cane on the floor before. The way she grips the core causes him to groan quietly, shifting uncomfortably now in his seat. His tired aches are forgotten as she crawls across the floor some more, sliding along on knee pads. With a final click of the long staff against the hardwood floor, the music ends as mysteriously as it began.

He jumps from his seat, in wild applause as she stays bowed before him, breathing heavily and slightly panting. Padding forward in his socks, he swoops his hand under her waist and swings her up to her feet. Still hidden under the mass of hair, he pushes it back from her face, her blue eyes shining bright. “Holy fuck, that was awesome! The sexiest thing I’ve ever-”

Her mouth closes over his, swallowing his words, a hard, forced kiss, teeth gnashing against teeth. His arms pull her tight, his body flush against hers. Heat. Adrenaline. Pure sex appeal. His hands roam over her lusty ass, down the backs of her thighs as he tries to get closer, to crawl into her as she pulls and tugs his plump lips between her teeth, her tongue diving into the far reaches of his mouth. Clawing at his hair, holding him close, her leg slides up his, wrapping behind his thigh, holding him even closer. His hard cock twitches, grinding against her barely clothed body.

With a satiated sigh, she pulls away, an almost shy smile creeping across her face. “Fuck, that was sexy,” she whispers.

Her throaty twang reaches to his dick, causing another jerk, pushing into her. Holding her ass closely, his hands creep under the fabric cupping her rounded cheeks. She’s so wet, already primed. He begins to lower his wife to the hardwood floor, ready to take her here and now.

“Evans, you aren’t doing me on the hardwood floor,” Emery laughs, fighting against him to remain standing.

He looks around quickly. “There’s dance mats.”

In a quick spin, she extricates herself from his hold, “There’s also three cameras from different angles filming the dance, and your reaction.”

He grabs her hand, spinning her close to him, sliding his hand from her knee up her thigh, gripping her waist as he thrusts against her. “This is my reaction.”

“I know; I saw,” she giggles. “Thank god you didn’t whip it out and keep stroking.”

Chris looks around, seeing for the first time the tiny red glow from a camera light. “Let’s just turn off the damn cameras?”

“How about we drag our achy, sore bodies to the hotel room I booked across the street?”

“You did not?” He incredulously intones.

“I did too,” she smiles wildly, gliding and tapping away from him, just out of his reach. She runs around, turning off the cameras and tucking them under her arms while he puts his street shoes on. “Shontae just said to lock up. She’ll be back in an hour or so to close up for the night.”

He takes the cameras from her hands, catching her fingers in his grasp and brushing his thumb over her sparkling wedding ring. “Shontae. She helped throw this together? I didn’t know you could still tap.” He remembers now pictures around her parents’ home of various dance recitals and years as a cheerleader. He chuckles as she lowers herself into the metal chair. “All the bruises, and aching muscles? That wasn’t from working out with Don at Drive495?” He’d hated knowing while he was running scripts and warming up for evenings on Broadway, that she was often getting in afternoon workouts with his pal, Sebastian Stan. He didn’t care she’d lost fifteen pounds, and enjoyed the routine. Jealousies run deep…

“Oh, no, I was still working out with Don and Seb,” she replies, running her hands down her sculpted abs, “but Shontea came into the city once a week to meet me at a studio, and she and another trainer worked with me to get this little surprise ready for you.” She lazily points to a bag in the corner while sliding off the knee pads. “Can you bring me my shoes? I’ll walk across the street dressed like a hooker, but I’m not ruining my taps.”

She hugs the heels to her chest and he chuckles, scooting his feet across the floor to get her bag. He groans, reaching to pick it up. Crossing the room again, he’s afraid he wouldn’t be able to pull his tired, pained body up out of the chair if he sits again, so he leans against the wall, watching her slide on a pair of athletic sandals. “How long you been working on this surprise?”

Her brow furrows, as she presses her hands to her thighs, pushing herself to stand up. She winces. From her bag, she pulls out a water bottle and aspirin, offering him some as well.

“Last fall? When you started dancing again? After some classes last fall in Atlanta, I realized my body could do it, so I came up with this crazy plan last December.” She tilts her head back, swallowing the little pills, massaging the nape of her neck. She raises her eyebrow. “The room has a giant jet tub…” Changing back to the subject of dance, she continues. “I thought it would be a fun surprise. Give me something to do while we were in New York…” her voice trails off as she places her hand in his.

He throws her bag over his shoulder, leading her to the door. Pulling it closed, he makes sure it locks and they slowly walk down the stairs to the street below, each hiding the muffled “ooffs” of muscle aches and pains. “Too damn old,” he whispers again.

“Speak for yourself, I’m in my prime,” she chuckles, nearly stumbling into him when he stops on the step.

“You just keep getting better with age,” Chris admits, throwing his arm around her neck as they step out of the building, onto the sidewalk. “You really do look like a hooker, very Julia Roberts, Pretty Woman.”

“Thanks,” she says, tucking into his side and looking down the walk for observers. With a quick kiss on his lips, she shakes out her hair, untamed and free. No cars coming, they jog across the road quickly. “This place is probably used to it,” she chuckles, pulling open the door to the older city hotel.

“Right? It would be my luck to get caught by a photographer right about now, though. Hidden on a back page in the Boston Herald… ‘Hometown Hero Up to Old Tricks.’” He laughs, following her through the lobby, just a step behind to watch her ass. The clerk nods, a blush reaching the younger man’s cheeks. Chris tries his best to hide his scowl. Jealousies run deep…

“Caught with hookers here before, honey?” She teases, shaking her head disapprovingly at him. Goosing her as they wait for the elevator to arrive, she turns away from him, shaking her head and pushing away his hands.

“Not hookers, but…” He decides it’s best to let the sentence trail of when she raises her eyebrow higher than he thought humanly possible.

When the box opens, he advances towards her and she gracefully steps back. It clicks in his head she’d been carrying herself well, proud and confident, for the last few months. Finally growing into the role as a celebrity icon herself. Working out and dancing had been good for her, primal and empowering. The doors close and he pushes her against the wall. Rolling her eyes, she reaches around him, and punches in the number for the top floor. With her back to the wall, his hands grip her waist, his thumb caressing over her exposed belly button. He delights in the catch of her breath, the tiny goosebumps that bubble across her skin. Looking down on her petite, svelte figure, he beams with pride. “What is this anyway?” he teases, his hands ghosting up her muscled form, tugging at the knotted fabric between her breasts.

Her eyes drop to his hands, and he fumbles momentarily before the fabric falls free, exposing her breasts. Keeping her blocked from any surveillance, his hands cup the heavy globes, squeezing the warm flesh, feeling her nipples pebble under the caress of his palms.

“You better fuck me good tonight, Evans,” she warns, her voice heavy and rich.

The door buzzes and opens. She tugs the fabric together, clutching it to her chest, barely covering herself and walks around him.

He covers his face in his hands, chuckling, running out of the elevator to follow her down the hall. “You say that like you’ve been disappointed lately-”

She turns to him, dropping her hands, the ripped t-shirt falling open, only covering one of her breasts as the other half falls to her side. “Let’s just say we’ve both been too tired, and focused on the wrong things.”

“Ouch,” he whispers seeing a quick blaze of anger behind her eyes. He steps in front of her, hoping to keep his prize from view on security cams.

From a pocket on her bag, she pulls out a room key and slides it over the keypad, gaining access to the room. Blocking the door, her hand snakes out and grabs his belt buckle. “When we step through this door, for tonight, I want all this boring, ‘married life,’ ‘day to day’ chat to stop. I just wanna fuck, and forget the world tonight.”

Her eyes darken and her features are harsh under the poor lighting. Red curls billow around her angel face and she’s so beautiful, his love for her grows a bit more. In his silence, entranced by her prowess, she has begun to loosen his belt, slowly pulling it from the loops.  Visions and memories flood his mind, and he profoundly hears her words. With a moment’s hesitation, he bows his head, making a fast decision, her song choice still rolling through his head. He places his hand firmly around her wrist, stopping the tug of his belt. “Then I’ll damn well take care of my Kitten, my bride, no complaints?”

Emery’s hands drop to her side. Her smile grows, understanding his unspoken words. “Don’t get too carried away. Remember to strip me before you tie me up with that thing.” She smirks. “Unlike last time,” she murmurs under her breath.

Already challenging his authority. He grins, choking back his sigh. She’s too damn hard headed to really play his games, but they have their own fun. A freedom he’d never had before. Love and trust. The true key to happiness. Feeling his need rise, an inner beast raging inside him, he can’t remember the last time they truly had time to play.

Reading his mind, she whispers, “No one else is on this floor tonight, and we have late check out tomorrow. Now cut the bullshit, Evans. It’s like you’re stalling,” she taunts.

Reaching his hand over her shoulder, his eyes grow dark in an instant as a memory of her tied up once before skates through his thoughts. His fist pushes the door open. He steps towards her and she doesn’t budge. Testing him. “In. Strip. Slowly.”

He watches her entire presence change. She softens, ready to have her needs met at his command. She dutifully turns, her hips swishing from side to side, dropping the cut t-shirt to the floor as she strolls in. Chris flicks on the light switch, and two dim lamps in the room react, setting a mood. She doesn’t turn to look at him as she slides out of her sandals, leaving them beside the bed. He swipes his phone screen, calling up some music, her dance song of choice filling the air. The little shorts barely cover her ass, having ridden up between her cheeks as they ran across from the studio. As he watches her roll the second-skin fabric over her hips and down her legs, he undresses quickly as well. He can see she’s already wet, the clothing having been pressed into her sex. Faint tan lines mark across her back from different pool outings with all their nieces and nephews and trips to Georgia, to the lake house. He tries not to laugh at her white ass, blindingly pale, compared to the light tan.

“I’m still more tan than you,” she says quietly.

“How the fuck do you do that?” He asks, walking up to her quietly and running his hand down her spine. Her shoulders quake as a shiver runs over her. “Know my thoughts?”

“Magic.”

“Oh, I’ll show you ‘magic,’” he replies. “Bend over.” His hand presses against her back as she complies. “Rest your palms on the bed…. Beautiful. So beautiful.”

Her deep breathing fills his ears, tuned into her, the music merely to keep outside sounds filtered. Looping the belt together, he drags the worn leather over her alabaster skin. He can hear her exhale, and he repeats the path before drawing it in circles over her canvas. In his mind’s eye he sees the outcome, splattering his cum all over her backside. Tonight is raw, animalistic… He pushes the thoughts of creating a baby from his mind, wanting to see his seed wasted instead. When your wife says she wants to get fucked, and hands over the reins, you can do what you want. Chris grins at the thought. Tonight’s gonna be fun.

Admiring her ass, her taut skin, her legs pressed together. A small bruise on the back of her thigh, probably from a fall during a dance rehearsal. He can’t believe she’d been practicing for months, and he hadn’t even known. He’d believed her tales, slipping on ice on the subway steps, bumping into a desk at work. Her sprained wrist had kept a brace on her hand for weeks. Dancing. She’d been dancing to surprise him. “What a woman,” he praises. He tilts his chin up. “Spread.”

Her breathing is controlled as she slides her right leg out, rebalancing and distributing her weight evenly between her feet. His cock twitches, hardening, lifting and bobbing against his belly. He groans. Shifting closer to her, he leans forward, pressing himself across the divide of her rounded ass. He rubs the head of his shaft over her, slowly hissing out his own pleasure, smearing her with his pre-cum. He settles himself between her legs, stroking back and forth. Arching over her back, his hands fall forward to play with her freely swinging breasts. “Unmph,” she moans, wiggling back into him. Pushing against her, playing with her tits, it’s barely all he can take to not explode before they even begin. Last week? We had sex sometime last week, right? He pinches her peaked buds as he positions himself to line up with her rim. Dropping one end of the belt, he wraps it around her waist, gathering it in one hand, fisting it against her lower back. Her pussy is hot and wet, inviting him in, soaking the tip of his hard cock. She sighs again. He bites his lip to keep from laughing at her annoyance, letting go of her breast to swat her ass. “I say when,” he reminds her.

When? Now? Why the hell wait?

Waiting’s fun, he reminds himself. He slows his breathing, remembering when sex was fun, before it became rushed, fitting it in their schedules, trying again to create life.

He glides his finger through her wet, bringing it back to caress over her puckered hole. Her weight sags forward, melting into the floor. Her weakness, never would have imagined playing with her ass would be her weakness. Pulling up on the belt, he perfects her stance as he pushes his finger, teasing her tight rim. The small squeak she vocalizes makes him smile, and he can picture the delight on her face. Smoothing over the shiny pink surface, he holds the belt tighter around her waist before stimulating her asshole again. “Breathe deep, Kitten,” he reminds her, knowing she’s holding her breath. Seeing her relax, he takes advantage and pushes in up to his knuckle, feeling her silky smooth wall hold him in firmly. When she relaxes more, he slides out and pushes in again, completing the same action with his cock into her waiting cunt, dripping and ready. “Fuuuck,” he whines. “You feel so good baby.”

She cries out, almost squirming away from him, and he holds still a moment while her body adjusts to the stuffed feeling. “Damn tight,” she moans. Not accepting him tonight, her body constricts, forcing his finger out. Leaning over her again, he reaches for her torn shirt, and wipes his hand clean. Her legs are already shaky and her arms, extended in front of her with only her palms on the bed, are twitchy. He can feel her exhaustion, knows it in her muscles from her performance. Sliding his hand under her wild mane of hair, he grips her neck, increasing the pounding behind his thrusts in and and out of her sopping pussy. The smell of sex fills the air and her sweet nectar runs down her legs, squishing out with each forceable propulsion.

“Don’t be mean,” she whispers.

For her defiance, he yanks up on the belt, slamming her to him, in balls deep and holding her neck tighter. Still afraid to admit she likes it rough, he ponders. The sound of their skin slapping together drives him to pump faster, and harder, but with no stimulation to her clit or breasts, she can continue to pant in heat. Her whines grow as the elusive orgasm pains her, her breaths quick and sharp. Her fingers grip the edge of the bed. Chris wonders if she’ll let go, if she’ll defy him further and reach to stimulate herself. He feels his own pressure building as her legs begin to quake. He walks them forward a few steps closer to the bed, dropping his hand from her neck to her shoulder, gently pushing her down to rest her forearms against the bed, tipping her ass up a bit higher. Directly hitting her spot with each ram, her cries grow louder, breathy whines and moans. “Beg,” he commands.

She shakes her head ‘no,’ slowly. “No use,” she groans. “You won’t let me come.”

He chuckles, the tightening low in his belly, and he leans into her, sucked down into her wet flower, gripping and squeezing around him. The first pulse of his cum shoots through him and paints her deep inside. “Shhh-it,” he hisses, dropping the belt to the floor and pulling out to spill all over her back, just as he’d fantasized. It’s in her hair, shot too high, she’ll hate that. Tugging and twisting over the swollen veins of his cock, he pumps faster, watching the ropes of thick white cum splatter her skin. A few drops fall to the floor, but not a big mess. As the pulses die out and he stills in his hand, her form sinks. “Just wait, Kitten. Let me get you cleaned up.”  She nods, but doesn’t speak.

Warming the wash cloth under the sink water, he reaches over and turns on the jet tub, filling it with hot water. Returning quickly to her side, he wipes up the mess, whispering praises for her performance, on the dance floor and as his submissive toy for the evening. He watches her struggle to hold back her words as he picks her up and carries her to the tub. Sinking down in the hot water, it’s like she unfreezes and her words tumble out. “I asked you to fuck me, no, I told you too. What the hell was that, Jellybean?”

Playfully dunking her under the water, he adjusts the knobs for the jets. She emerges, wiping water from her face, spluttering.

“That was us, just getting started tonight, Kitten. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet. We have lots of lost time we need to make up for. I’m gonna call down to the front desk in the morning. We might just hide up here for the rest of the week, no cares, no responsibilities. All the fucking you want and need.”

Climbing over him as he settles into the water, she grips his cock in her hand, not even attempting to be gentle and says, “Sounds like the perfect summer plan to me!”

Read more about Emery and Chris in their novella, Georgia on My Mind, and their story collections

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Author’s Note: Inspired by this AMAZING video, choreographed by Chloe Arnold, featuring the Syncopated Ladies. Emery could handle MOST of the routine, stopping at 1:57…

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Happy Anniversary

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Happy Anniversary

An Emery & Chris story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris and Emery spend their anniversary together in a crowded house with family

Warnings: NSFW Language, Adult Situations, Oral Sex, Loving Couple SMUT, anal fingering

Word Count 4377

“Oh, holy hell.  I think my ovaries just exploded.  What are you doing?”

Chris rocks the sweet baby girl in his arms and turns to Emery.  “What does it look like we’re doing?  We’re making breakfast.”

“She said a bad word,” whispers the little girl against Chris’s neck.

Smiling down at her and winking at Emery, he says “You’re right.  She did.  What do you think we should do about it?”

The little girl claps her hands together and giggles, “She should get a spankin’!”

“Hear that, Em?  Later, you should get a spankin’,” He wiggles his eyebrows at Emery and she holds back her laughter.  “No bad words in this kitchen.”

Emery holds her arms out to the the little but she shakes her head and snuggles tighter against Chris’s chest. He chuckles and kisses the top of her head.  “Are you gonna spend the day in my arms?”

“Uh-huh,” the little girl giggles, running her hands over the top of his freshly shaved head.  “It’s skitchy.  Like your face.”

“Ah, honey, I’m glad my face is skitchy again,” he chuckles, rubbing his cheek against the girl’s delicate skin.

Chris flips the pancakes before turning his attention back to Emery.  “Good morning, beautiful…  Hey, sweet pea.  I’m gonna sit you right here for a minute.”  He sits the blonde angel on the counter next to the pancake batter.  “Don’t wiggle; I don’t want you to fall and get hurt, okay?”  He taps her on the nose before pulling Emery tight into his arms.

He quickly licks his lips in anticipation, his eyes lighting up at her quick smile, whispering, “Happy Anniversary, jelly bean,” as their mouths collide.  His plump red lips push over hers, his tongue teasing his way in between hers, flicking against hers, minty fresh. Brushing his nose against hers, he dips his posture lower to greet her easier, pulling her up on her tiptoes at the same time. His hand spans across her tiny cheek as he holds Emery’s face delicately, his other hand tight around her waist.  He releases her mouth and goes in for another.

Her tongue graces the tip of his and it’s like electricity between them.  She wraps her arms around his tapered waist, pushing under the elastic band of his plaid pajama bottoms and squeezes the top of his ass cheeks while Chris deepens the kiss.  She can feel his rising body heat pressing against her belly as her mouth opens wider for his searing kisses.

“Hey! Not in front of my kid! Get a room!”

Emery and Chris jump apart as Emery’s younger sister Mackenzie enters the kitchen.  She doubles over in laughter when her daughter jumps too before exclaiming, “What’s burning?”

“Oh shit,” Chris grumbles, hiding his blush from his future sister-in-law.

“That’s a bad word, Mister Chris.”  She shakes her finger at him, succumbing to a fit of giggles when he playfully bites it.

“Shame, sis.  Not even married yet.  Don’t be groping him like that,” Mackenzie teases.

Throwing out the burnt pancakes, Chris grumbles under his breath, “This isn’t really what I had planned for our anniversary, babe.”

“I know,” Emery shrugs, sweeping her niece Dakota into her arms.  “But it was really sweet of you to rent this house for us all to come to so we could get out of the path of the storm in Savannah.”

“Have you seen the news yet?  Is it bad?”  Mackenzie as she pours herself a cup of coffee and Emery indicates she doesn’t know.  “Hey, man.  You really wanna make pancakes for everyone? Dad said last night he’d just take us all out for breakfast.”

“I didn’t hear that; but I promised this one,” he tilts his head towards the little one reaching out to him, “a Mickey Mouse shaped pancake.  And I always make good on promises to pretty girls.”  He winks at Emery as he steals Dakota back into his arms, telling her to keep her little feet tight to his body so she doesn’t get hurt.

“Did I hear someone say pancakes?” Dawson asks as he bounces into the room.  “Can I have one?”

Chris continues pouring the batter in the hot skillet, balancing the little girl on his hip while his nephew- to- be waits for his mother’s answer.  “Fine, you can each have one, but when Grandpa takes us out for breakfast you only get fruit and yogurt since you already ate, alright?”

“Yes!” The little boy high -fives Chris and proudly shows off his new Captain America tennis shoes, already dressed for the day.  “Aunt Emery said you would take us to the pumpkin patch today, is that right?”

“Yup Little Man, that’s the plan, but not till later, closer to dark, alright?  This resort has a bonfire and hayride later tonight.”

“No ghost stories though, right? I don’t wike scary stuff,” Dakota says.

Chris tickles her belly laughing at her use of the word “wike” just like his niece and nephews although she has no particular trouble with any of her word sounds other than her distinct Southern drawl.  He secretly hopes like hell his children one day sound like their mother and not his Boston brogue.  “No ghost stories.”

As more of the family file through the kitchen to get their morning coffees, plans are made to get breakfast and for everyone to attend the local fall fest after eating.  Emery’s mother Anita offers to clean the mess Chris made while he and Emery get ready for the day. Before he can head to the room for a shower, her father pulls him aside quietly.

“Thank you again Chris for your hospitality.  Living along the coast isn’t always an easy thing.  I’ve been listening to the news and watching TV.  I’m a little worried, and I’m trying to keep everyone busy today.”  The furrowed brow on Preston Thomas’s usually relaxed face shows his worry and concern.  “But I also don’t want everyone under foot.  I’m insisting everyone goes this afternoon, and of course, you and Emery are welcome to join us, but it is your anniversary and I’m trying to get the house empty for a few hours.  I know your plans changed too because of the storm.  Sure is something with them closing Disney, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir it is; I think I read they hadn’t done that for a storm since 2004. You really don’t mind if Emery and I stay back this morning?  I think she wanted to see some of the craft vendors? Maybe we could meet up with everyone later.”

“Son, I think that’s a fine plan.”  The older gentleman’s Southern voice booms through the hallway as the others spill from the kitchen and head to their rooms to get ready for the day.

##

“Good night you two; I’ve left the front door unlocked since Parker and his girlfriend are still out on the Haunted House tour,” Anita announces.  Her rolled eyes indicate just how she feels about her youngest son’s girlfriend.

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“Yup, sounds good,” Emery smiles.  “Good night, Mom.”  She waits till her mother is out of the room before whispering to Chris, “God, I thought they’d never leave.”

“Me either,” he whispers back, chuckling at the grin on her face as she leans in for a kiss, feeling her warmth against him in the darkened room.

Her lips taste sweet, like the wine they’ve shared and he pulls her bottom lip between his sucking it in for a quick nip.  She giggles and twists on the couch, climbing over him and straddling his thigh, pushing him back against the couch.  “Now, Miss Emery.  This behavior isn’t very becoming of a Southern belle.  Just what do you think you’re doing?”

She looks down at him, her hair cascading down to hide the both of them, a mass of wild curls. A flash of pure wickedness glints in her blue eyes as she begins to unbutton his shirt.  “You know, a year ago today, you showed up in my class, ball cap and jeans, big bouquet of flowers, and I thought it was a goddamn joke.”  She smiles brightly, leaning to kiss him, tilting his head back to capture his lips better, a playfulness between them.  “I thought ‘how could it be he found me, my hero on the big screen?’  Every day for a month, I worried you’d get tired of me and leave-”

“You are rather difficult to put up with- ow!” he helps as she twists his nipple.  “That hurt.”

“I’m difficult?”  She asks.  “Oh, honey,” she shakes her head.  “You.  You are the difficult one…. You’ve had too many yes people in your life. I’m the ‘no’ you needed.”  She giggles, thinking of all the times she has had to tell him no.  “But we balance each other.  I know your fans think I’m a Mary Sue, but you needed me. Computer science proved it… Thank god for dating websites.”

She struggles with his belt buckle and he shifts on the couch for ease of access as she finally slides it loose.  Dragging her fingers down his tight abs she revels in his near perfect body, ready to go back to work any day for his last contractual commitments.  Her fingers tease the tiny hairs across his abdomen and a small moan escapes his lips.  She tugs at the button on his jeans and pops it loose, turning her hand, palm to his chest as her perfectly manicured fingernails torment along the waist of his Calvins.

“Mary Sue?” he asks.

“A trope girlfriend, too perfect to be true.” Her reach hits its mark and she wraps her hand around his imposing dick, already straining to be free.

“Oh, kitten, you are so perfect; definitely too good to be true,” he sighs, debating watching her hands or leaning his head back against the couch and just melting into her caresses.  Car lights shine through the window and he curses.  “Shit, Parker’s back! Can we continue this elsewhere?”

In a quick motion Emery pulls off her shirt and tosses it to him.  “I’ll be waiting.  You get them set-” hearing a commotion on the front sidewalk, she freezes.  “Fuck! They’re fighting again.  Quick; let’s get down the hallway before we get sucked into their drama.”

Chris throws her shirt back to her, picking up their glasses and bottle of wine before quickly following her to the hallway, whispering, “If all they do is fight, why is he still with her?”

Turning on the light to their bedroom she laughs.  “Don’t you remember the drama of being right out of high school and being in love?  It’s that age. That’s what they do.”

“It’s gonna fuckin’ wake the whole house,” he complains, placing the wine glasses in her outstretched hands, before locking the door behind them.  “And I’m still a little weirded out having sex with you when your father is in the same house with us.”

Shaking her head and giggling, she places the glasses on the dresser. “Now who’s the eighteen year old boy?  Newsflash: My dad knows we have sex.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to do it when he’s around,” Chris hisses, wincing when the front door of the house slams shut and the arguing continues in the living room of the rented home.

With her hands on her hips Emery just stares at her fiance. “Christopher fuckin’ Evans, are you kidding me right now?”

“What?” His smile taunts her as he prowls towards her.  “You were the one that said you thought we should wait till the wedding; I mean, I can just go take matters into my own hands, so to speak. Do you have a problem with that?”

She chuckles and steps around him as he moves closer.  “You wouldn’t do that tonight! I said after this weekend was over…”

“No. I’m okay, I don’t want your little pledge of chastity to be broken…  This morning was quite good after everyone left.  And I thoroughly cleaned down the kitchen counters while you went for a run…” He licks his lips and smiles at her intake of breath when the cold door brushes up against her back.  His voice is low and rumbles between them and he delights in watching her skin start to flush as her breathing speeds up, turned on by his little game of cat and mouse.  “I mean, you said so yourself, we didn’t have sex last October 8, why should we do it this year?  I believe your exact words were ‘We should never have sex on October 8.’”

Her eyes dilate as he runs his fingertips along the purple lace edging of her bra, goosebumps forming behind the contact.  “That was stupid of me,” she whispers. “Why would you listen to me?”

“I was told I’m always supposed to answer the bride with ‘yes, dear.”  He leans to her, placing his hand on the door to the left of her ear.  Her eyes drop to watch his mouth as he slowly forms his words, teasing her with his pretty pink lips.  Catching the tip of his index finger under the strap of her bra, he pulls it towards him, running his fingers along the satin ribbon to her shoulder and sliding it down her arm. “I seem to recall a year ago tonight trapping you against the whiteboard in your classroom.”  Looking down he sees the rapid rise and fall of her chest.  “And you reacted just like this… and I ached to reach out to touch your freckles.”  He skims his palm up her jaw, his thumb gracing across the freckles on her cheek till his hands tangle in her wild red hair just behind her ear.  “And I wanted to do this…”

Like a magnetic force pulls her away from the door, she crashes into him, his mouth connecting with hers, winding his fingers in her curls.  She sighs beneath him, stretching up on her toes to be closer to him, sliding the unbuttoned shirt from his broad shoulders and pushing it down his arms, squeezing along his impressive biceps while removing the offending article of clothing.  She rubs her leg up against his as their mouths silently continue their dance, greedily lunging for one another.  He grabs under her thigh and holds it to him, pushing her back into the door, pinning her there and pushing his hard cock against her exposed belly.  The door rattles from his thrusts and he spins her around, lifting her off the ground in the process and carrying her to the bed. Gently he tosses her in the middle and smiles as she bounces on the bed.  His concentration is broken briefly as he hears the angry sounds of the younger couple move to the kitchen and when he focuses back on his beautiful fiance she has stripped herself naked. “So we’re having sex on October eighth?”

“Ask me each year; this year we are.”  Giggling she sits  up on her knees with her hands on her hips, her lovely breasts on prominent display in the darkly lit room.  Her eyes shine as she watches him push his Calvins and jeans down his muscular thighs.  He steps out of them quickly and crawls to the center of the bed in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, wrapping his arms around her waist as she scoots closer to straddle his thigh.

“Hi,” she says quietly.  “I was kinda wanting to ride this thigh out in the living room before we were rudely interrupted.”

Shaking his head at her silliness, Chris grabs her hand and places it around his throbbing cock.  “Well, this is where we left off with things…His head drops back as she begins to stroke him and he’s aware of her heat against his muscled leg.  “Shit, Em, you’re so wet.”

Her slick dampens his thigh as she begins to slowly hump him, pulling and tugging on his thick cock as her lips hover above his.  His eyes are heavy lidded and full of want and her mouth surges forward, commandeering his, claiming his lips for her own.  Her eyes remain open in trust, watching as his lush eyelashes flutter against his cheeks.  She savors making him weak, listening to the smacking of their lips as she grinds against his leg.  Her hands caress the veiny ridges of his taut manhood and she wants to remind him that he belongs to her as much as she belongs to him.

Sliding off his leg, her lips release from his with a sweet pop.  She scoots back and lowers herself between his legs, worshiping at his beauty. Her own scent attracts her attention and she drags her tongue across the slick on his leg, kissing and biting along his inner thigh on one side and kneading with her hand on the other, crouched down on her elbows, her ass up in the air.

His hands roam softly but surely over her back, biting back the sounds building within him, knowing there are too many people in the house.  His breath is stilted when her tiny hand reaches around his cock again and she shifts forward accepting him into her mouth, warm and inviting.  Her tongue swirls over the slit, lapping at his pre-cum and she moans in delight.  “Fuck Em, no noises.  You know what that does to me,” he tightly whispers.

She pulls off and grins at him wickedly.  “Shit, no, kitten.”  She plunges her sweet opening down his shaft and hums against him, her body bouncing with her inescapable laughter. “Too many people. And I’m not exactly quiet, come on,” he groans and pleads.

Sliding back and forth on his rod with a renewed passion she continues to make tiny hungry sounds.  He caves and relaxes into it, doing his best to keep himself quiet, biting his lip as his hands caress down her back.  He arches over her, his chest to her back as his hands cup down over her ass.  She’s not playing fair and is quickly driving him to his tipping point as her hands cup his balls while her mouth works him over.  Running his hands over her rounded behind, he reaches between her legs and she is nearly dripping with her own need.  His touches coax from the back of her throat her own sounds of desire, low and primal. Gathering the wet he can, his hands smooth over her puckered asshole and he bites at her hip, sucking and leaving his mark.  She rocks back against his touch, craving it.  Slowly he teases her rim and she rocks back on him, slowly releasing his cock from her mouth as he distracts her with his intimate petting.

“Thank you for letting go,” he chuckles against her exposed side. “If this is our last fuck till the wedding night, I wanna be inside you when I come.”

“Think you can play with my asshole and get anything you want from me, is that it?” she giggles, her face buried into the downy bed comforter.

Moving positions behind her, he chuckles as he runs his hand down her spine, teasing with the other around her tight hole.  He swats at the tight flesh of her ass and grips it in his fingers, pulling back at the divide between her cheeks for a better peak.  Reaching between her legs again, his fingers slide between her folds as he gathers more of her juices.  He smiles at her strong exhale of breath as he drags the wet back over her ass, gently plunging his thumb inside.  She pushes back against him as he chuckles, “Seems to work that way, kitten.”

She shrugs her shoulders and melts into the bed as he slowly and lovingly fondles her virgin space.  As her mewling sounds grow, he is pleased by his kitten and ready for more.  He slowly removes his hand, quickly wiping up on her discarded shirt before grabbing her hips and thrusting deep inside her wanting pussy.  Their foreplay has left her ready for all of him and no time elapses before she begins thrusting back against him, hitting balls deep.  He balances one hand on the bed at her hip and grips her shoulder with the other guiding their lovemaking.  Rising up, her palms flat against the bed, Emery reaches between her legs and begins to play with her clit.  Her fingertips graze his cock as it pounds against her cunt and her touches push them both over the edge.

Chris can feel her velvet walls tightening around him, surges of desire heating them both. She rises up, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck, her back to his heaving chest.  To hold back his desired cries of ecstasy he bites down on her exposed shoulder, her orgasm ripping through her body as she sags against him and with another thrust and quiet grunt his seed pushes into her before he stills.  Their bodies wrapped together, a sheen of sweat, rest on the center of the bed momentarily before he slowly lowers them to lay on their side as one conjoined piece.  Two separate entities made whole when placed together.

Her contented sighs almost seem like purring and he ponders the random selection he had with the nickname ‘kitten’ for her, but how perfect it is in moments like these.  Nibbling below her ear he whispers, “Where do the deep philosophical thoughts come from right after mind blowing sex?”

“No clue,” she sleepily replies, twisting the hair on his arms in her fingertips.  His arms are still wrapped tight around them and she knows soon enough she’ll have to remind him to let up with his heavy superhero hold.  But for now she is perfectly content to be crushed by her future husband’s weight.  “What was it this time Socrates?”

“Something about how we weren’t whole till we found each other… It makes me think of a quote a read once, but damned if my brain can place it right now. Now all I can think is ‘sex, boobs, coming, sleep.’”

Shifting the weight of his arm to rest across her hip, she pulls the bed coverings over them, not even caring they aren’t under the sheets and blankets.  “Real deep thinker you are there, dear. Not unlike a cave man.”

“Hey, I’m evolved,” he chuckles, “I let you come first.”

She swats at his arm.  “Thanks for that… shhh… this cave woman needs sleep too.”

“I love you, future Mrs. Christopher Evans.”

“Sure thing.  I love you too, future Mr. Emery Thomas.”

“I don’t think it works that way,” he chuckles, kissing her neck once again.

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waking-up

Waking to find him facing her, Emery is struck by his beauty.  She reaches to caress his soft beard, knowing it will be gone soon for work commitments, but doesn’t want to wake him.  She inhales his masculine scent, a smell that is distinctly him and one she now knows isn’t found in any bottle or candle.  His form is better than those of the sculpted Greek gods of days gone by.  His body is a thing of beauty and she remembers the fangirl days of searching for every possible image, even the ones a fan never admits to searching for.  But it is his face that holds her heart.  His sweet innocence as he sleeps is one of the true pieces never depicted on film and she relives moments like these when they are apart.  His dark lashes against his pale skin.  The morning sunlight in the window actually showing the blue veins behind his pale eyelids, a testament to his Irish heritage. The laugh lines around his eyes which seem to deepen each day due to his playful nature and easy humor.  The beauty mark on his left cheek.  His red slips swollen and bruised from last night’s collisions. His trimmed beard with hints of red and gray hair.  His perfect jaw line, almost as though it had been chiseled in marble.  She holds back a giggle at the thought that some days it’s the best seat in the house.  She blushes at her random sexual thought as her eyes continue to soak him in…  The little scar on his neck.   The words of wisdom forever stained on his collarbone… He is true Heaven on Earth and he belongs to her.

Barely moving his lips, he whispers, “Are you done memorizing me? Gettin’ kinda creepy.”

Reaching to caress his cheek, she laughs, “Good morning, ass.”

His eyelids flutter open and he raises slightly to kiss her fingertips before they retreat again into her morning space.  “I love you too…  Hey; remember I was waxing poetic again right before we fell asleep?”

“You mean your deep random thoughts after you came?  Yeah; what about it?”  she smiles brightly, waiting to hear his thoughts.

“I remembered the quote, and I want you to know October 8th will always be important.  Ya ready?”

Emery giggles and strokes his beard, curious as to the words of wisdom she’s about to hear.

“Okay, Mark Twain said it.  Something about only having two important days in your life.  The day you’re born and the day you know why.  I knew the minute I saw you, you were gonna change my world. I was born to love you, Emery Rose.”

Tears well in her blue eyes.  Rolling closer to him, she kisses him tenderly before whispering, “Christopher Robert, that may be the sweetest thing you have ever said to me.”

Smiling like a love sick puppy, he asks, “Really?  Cause I really need a good hook for the wedding vows… You told me I had to use my own words.  Can I use Mark Twain’s and add to them?”

She tugs his Saint Christopher’s medallion. “Like I said, you’re an ass.”

“But I’m yours.”

“Yea, I know… Till the end of the line…” She rises from the bed and pulls on his shirt, tugging it down to cover her ass, before peeking out the door into the hallway.  With the coast clear, she darts into the hallway.

Chris’s laughter rings through the lower part of the house when he hears her father’s voice complimenting her in his shirt and her stuttered response.

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Last Night

Last Night August 19 2016

Last Night

An Emery & Chris story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris and Emery share a rushed night together before he has to leave

Warnings: NSFW, language, adult situations, oral sex, anal fingering, intercourse

Word Count 2316

He chuckles when she enters the room, cocking her eyebrow at him.  He can almost read her mind; wondering how he beat her to the room. She locks the door behind her. He smiles at the vision of his fiancee in her black leather boots as she quickly removes her sweater and plaid wool skirt, leaving her in only a gray lace panty and bra set. She starts to unzip the boots and he growls, “Leave them on.”

He can read the look on her face, knows she wants to retort that they are wet from the snow, but she keeps silent.  Emery sighs, scuffing her feet across the carpet as she walks over to the bed. “You have to leave soon,” she complains, throwing the comforter back and away from his body, smiling at his thick rod waiting for her.

Chris watches her quietly with a smirk as she crawls up the bed and over him, one knee between his thigh and the other straddling his leg.  He flinches when the cold metal zipper of her boot hits his warmed skin. Placing her arms on either side of his head, she drags her full covered tits across his muscled chest.  Her body is chilled from the winter night as he winds his fingers in the tail of her french braid and pulls her down to meet his mouth, wishing to warm her quickly.

As his tongue teases along her lips he raises his leg just a bit, offering her support to grind against him.  She accepts his invitation and Emery’s ample hips begin a light dance, a slow pulse against his firm solid form.  As his mouth passionately works over hers, he can feel her wet begin to seep through her panties as her grinding becomes more forceful and between kisses a moan escapes her lips. Their kisses build in a hurried frenzy, both knowing they are trying to beat the clock.  “I know, but you promised me,” he teases.

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His hands race down the supple skin of her back, reaching to undo her bra with a flick of his wrist.

“Hey, now, what are you doing?” she asks, toying with him. “We don’t have time for that!”

“I still want something to play with,” he laughs, pulling down on her back, bringing her tits to his face. He pulls one of her pretty pink nipples in between his teeth, lightly biting down and flicking his tongue over the peak. Chris moans quietly along with her quick exhale of breath.  “It’s been too long, kitten.”

“I know, jelly bean, I know,” she concurs, raising a hand to brush over one of his lush eyebrows.

He laughs again at her newest nickname for him, something she read on social media a few months back that seemed to stick with her.  His mouth continues his assault on her beautifully rounded breasts, kissing quickly along the valley and up the slope to the next peak, enthusiastically moving to capture the other one in his mouth.  Her grinding against his leg continues and her breathing intensifies, before suddenly pulling away from his mouth and hopping off.

The saucy red-head giggles at his groan of disappointment. Quickly flipping around on the bed, she takes him, somewhat soft, into her hot, wet mouth.  Controlling himself, he grasps the sheets on either side.  Her task is easier for his petite love if he stays malleable for just a few brief moments.

Her tongue works lovingly around his cock, swirling around him, caressing the veiny ridges with her tongue.  Slightly limp, she can take more of him in her mouth and enjoys the sweet pull up as she pumps him, quickly sliding back down.  She knows Chris can only handle three or four repetitions of that particular maneuver and her ass in his face isn’t helping his restraint.  His hands grip tightly to her leather-clad calves. Her confidence surges at his choked, “Fuck me now, Em. Use your mouth.”

Bringing him to full rise, she can’t handle all of him in her tiny mouth.  Her tongue caresses the tip, teasing at his slit with her tongue, lapping up his sweet pre-cum.  She sucks down as much of his thick shaft as she can, and plays out her own little pattern of teasing, sucking and licking.

The sound of the zipper fills the room as he removes her boots, tossing them to the other side of the bed before sliding his hands over the lace covering her ass.  He holds and squeezes her fine curves. Between the apex of her legs, he drags his fingers along the pretty lace trim, running his thumbs just under the elastic, caressing her silky smooth skin hidden underneath.  Emery’s moan of pleasure vibrates against his cock, causing him to twitch and jolt in her mouth. She pulls back briefly, rubbing at her sore jaw before diving back on his ready cock. Her position allows him to watch as she bobs up and down on him, a sweet sway to her ass with each pump.  Chris’s visions are on overload and he won’t last much more.

His dominant hand pushes the lace aside, revealing the perfect split between her cheeks and his fingers tease along the divide. He knows he can’t stay and hates to speed along her well-developed oral talents, but there’s not time for play tonight. He reaches in for her newly discovered overdrive button. The long summer break gave them opportunities to try new things, for him to be her teacher, at least in the bedroom.  The pleasure she gets from having her ass played with is something he definitely intends to encourage in the very near future. His fingertip graces over her muscled rim, gently providing a push and her primal groan echoes through the room. He chuckles as she swallows him deeper while pushing back with her ass, silently and involuntarily asking for more.

Her mouth continues her work, adding a glide with her hands, using her salivating wet to aid her. She pulls and tugs, wrapping her mouth around him, focused on the pleasure she wants to give him as her mind races at the feel of his touch.  She wants him and wants to be everything he will ever need and more. He’s taught her well and she loves the way her body sings under his touch, exploring new heights she’s never known.  As his thumb gently slides in her tight hole, she can’t wait to share more uncharted sexual experiences with him.

His touch and caress on her ass, feeling gently inside her hole before she pushes him out has her pussy dripping and wanting more.  She needs him; needs the man who makes her whole and who makes her complete. She hates knowing he has to leave soon, that he can’t stay the night.  She looks up to see the clock reflected in the mirror and smiles to herself.  She pumps him a bit more, bringing him closer to his edge.  His throaty whines fill her ears and his thumb moves in and out of her asshole faster, demonstrating the moves he longs to give to her.  Soon.

Feeling him ready to tip, Emery pulls off with a pop, dragging her tongue around the taut head of his cock. Quickly and much to his surprise, she spins her body around and moves the lace aside, pushing herself down on his throbbing dick. “You cheater!  You promised a blow job! You said we-” she cuts him off with a kiss, biting at his lip as she grinds down on him then slowly pulls herself up.

As she hovers above him, readying herself to impale again, she detaches her lips from his, and says, “Look at the time.  It’s okay, but you do have to leave soon.”

Looking at the clock Chris chuckles, clutching her hips and pushing her back down onto his waiting shaft, filling her full the only way he can. Her walls tighten and squeeze around him. “You tease! You still owe me a blowjob.”  He accentuates his comment with a thrust up of his hips, pushing into her deeper.

“Maybe the next time I see you then,” she whispers into his ear, biting at his neck as he pulls her ass down tighter against him, pushing her pussy against his cock.

He lets out a yelp at the pressure on his neck. “No hickeys! They can’t be on camera.” He pushes her off his neck when she attacks again. “You vampire,” he teases.  “Next time, huh? I might hold you to that.”

She giggles again, lowering her bites along the Tolle tattoo gracing his collarbone. Her hand rubs over his beard, soft yet not as full as he normally wears it.  Gifted beard.  Light. Just like she likes it, reminding her of when they first met.

Chris raises his knees, his feet flat on the bed, causing just the shift she needs as she arches her back, raising up from his chest as she comes forcefully. He lifts his head to catch her swaying breast in his mouth, muffling his own cry as he comes just as strongly after her release. They ride out the wave of relief together.

She collapses on top of him, sticky with his cum and their sweat. His fingers tenderly pull her braid loose, shaking out her amber waves, tickling his own chest with her silky strands.  He loves the way she fits perfectly against him as she falls to his side and snuggles under his arm.  He twines his fingers together with hers, rested gently on his hip.

“Want me to start you a bath before I leave?” His lips brush against her temple.

Sighing contentedly, Emery replies, “No, thanks. The next few days are crazy.  I just wanna try to get some sleep.”

He turns his head to look at the clock on the bedside table, knowing he doesn’t have much time remaining. “Did I ever tell you? The first time we took a bath together, I thought you were trying to cook me?” He chuckles at the memory.  “God, you had the water so hot, I thought I was going to die; like my skin was going to melt off.”

“You never told me that!” She laughs.  “Good to know we still have things to learn about each other.”

“Yeah, like you’re a liar.”

“How did I lie? You’ve been begging for sex for weeks, and we’re finally together. I know you wanted a blow job, but you got a little extra.”  She turns her head to kiss the side of his chest.  “I don’t see that as ‘lying.’”

“Women don’t understand the male mind,” he huffs. “It’s a different kind of release; and you said-”

“I know what I said, but I didn’t lie.” She sits up, playfully pushing him, looking over at the clock.  “I guess next time you have to clarify how you wish to finish. I’m good, we both got off, and no promises were broken.”

He grins at the defiant look on her face.  He sits up, reaching down to gather his clothes from the floor.  He stands to slide his Calvin’s all the way up.  Before he can tug them over the curve of his ass, she leans over and bites it quickly before settling back down under the blankets.

“I hate that I have to go,” he complains, pulling his jeans up. “I can make other plans? Leave early in the morning?”

She hands him his phone that was hidden among the tangled blankets. “No. We both need rest. You need to go.”

Sliding his button down shirt across his back, he puts his arms through the sleeves, leaving the shirt to hang open.  She hisses, “Damn, you look fine, boy.”

He shakes his head at her Southern drawl. Placing a knee on the bed, he leans over to kiss her forehead.  “The next time I see you, it’ll be really crowded.  How will I find you?” he asks curiously.

“I’ll be the one in the white dress.” The grin on her face is priceless. Every ounce of her being beams with love.

His heart explodes.  “Emery, we’re getting married tomorrow.”  His voice is filled with awe at the words he never thought he would say.  Until I found her.

His face says it all.  Her heart knows it’s forever.  “Fuck yeah, we are.  You’re stuck with me.”

“A red-headed, math nerd, cosplayin’,  Southern Belle, liar.”

She chucks a pillow at his head.  “Rather be a liar than a damn Yankee… Explain to me again exactly how I lied?”

Chris gathers his shoes and reaches for his keys. Hopefully at this hour no one will see the groom make his walk of shame to his private suite on the other side of the inn.  He’s not buttoning up and going barefoot.  “You said no sex till after we were married.”

“Christopher Robert Evans, you need to start listening better.  I said no sex till our wedding day.  I clearly timed myself to come after midnight.”  She stifles a yawn, her eyelids fluttering as she fights sleep, wanting to talk to her man, to defend her honor.  “I did not cheat or lie.  Are you gonna tell everyone that? Because bragging about your exploits with your girlfriend is one thing, but today, I become your wife. That’s different, pal.”

He reaches out to her one last time before leaving, “I love the sound of that.  Wife.  I just love you needed to fuck as badly as I did… I love you kitten.  Thanks for a perfectly enjoyable ‘last night’ as a single man.”

“Oh, honey, just think of all the fun married nights we’ll have!”

“Is that a promise too?” he whispers, stepping out the door, and pulling it tight behind him, knowing she’ll be asleep before he even gets back to his room.

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