Three long weeks later and Chris was finally on his way home. Working with Alan Rickman and Bill Pullman had been the experience of a lifetime, but he couldn't wait to get home to Larissa.
He had never felt a sexual need so commanding in his life. Just thinking about Larissa was making him hard. Chris fumbled with his keys, hands shaking, as he unlocked their apartment door. Just as he was about to turn the handle, the door opened.
"Larissa," he breathed, pushing the door open further with his body. He grabbed her face and pulled her to him.256Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8K7BCel1TJ
"Chri..." he cut off her startled response with passionate kissing. He didn't stop kissing her. At some point, one of them managed to close the door as they continued making out like horny teenagers.
Chris grabbed her behind and pulled her closer. Larissa whimpered into his mouth as he pressed himself against her. They practically tore at each other. Chris wanted to climb under her skin.
He felt her body respond as he ran his hands up her shirt, eliciting a contented sigh from Larissa as her nipples hardened. A growl escaped his own throat as he felt her hand rub the outside of his jeans.
One of Chris' hands headed south down the front of Larissa's shorts. He teased her, rubbing through the fabric of her underwear, lighting brushing his fingertips along the edges.
"Ohh," her face contorted as she let out a sound of half-whimper,half-moan. The heat radiating from her nether regions just fueled his desire. His member pressed painfully against his clothing. Just as he was about to free himself from the confines of his boxers and jeans, Chris felt Larissa do it for him and take him in her hand.
"Oh God," he moaned, closing his eyes, as Larissa worked her hand up and down his shaft...Not that it needed any prompting.
In one fluid movement, Chris knocked her hand away, pulled her shorts and underwear down, and lifted Larissa off the ground, pulling her against him. She wrapped her legs around him, her cries of surprise quickly turning into those of intense pleasure as Chris entered her.
They caught each other's gaze, staring at each other for a long moment, no need for words. Suddenly Chris turned around, pinning Larissa against the door. He slowly worked himself deeper inside of her, granting both of them time to catch their breath. He couldn't stand it for long, though, and he was soon pounding her noisily against the door.
Before long, they were reaching a crescendo. He and Larissa both made noises that night that he had never heard from either of them before and would only hear again when he had been gone on set for several weeks, or longer, without seeing each other at all. Chris was not usually a very boisterous climaxer, but that night he turned into what sounded like a very loud, very primitive caveman. His moans and groans of pleasure frightened him a little. Larissa, on the other hand, sounded as if she should have been in a porno...Mixed a little with what sounded like someone getting murdered, at the end.
Chris pummeled into her almost thoughtlessly, yet at the same time, it felt as though he were experiencing everything at a heightened level. It was like every nerve in his body stood at attention. Feeling Larissa milking him from the inside, quickly reaching her own climax, finally forced him over the edge. It was almost painful, allover his body, as he released himself inside of her, so intense and overwhelmed was his entire being at that point in time.
Chris' pace finally slowed and he caught Larissa looking at him as he opened his eyes. She looked as if she were in pain, on the brink of crying.
"Are you ok?" he spoke softly, face filling with concern. She continued trying to catch her breath.
"I think so," she laughed a little. "I've never..."
"Me neither," Chris cut her off and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"That was..." Larissa paused. "I don't even have the words,"her breathing finally started returning to a normal rate.
"Me neither. Let's go take a shower," he suggested as he turned towards the bedroom, still carrying her.
"What?" Chris chuckled as the hot water beat down his back.Larissa stared at him with a goofy grin on her face. The twinkle had returned to her eyes, at least momentarily.
She shook her head slightly, as if shaking herself from her thoughts.
"I just missed you so much. I'm glad you're home," Larissa wrapped her arms around him.
"Me too," Chris sighed and hugged her back. They stood there in each others arms with the water washing over them for a long time,just happy to be together again.
"Is this always going to be so hard?" Larissa asked.
"God, I hope not," he hugged her tighter.
"Surely it will get easier, right?"
"I think so. I don't think it helped with everything else that had been going on. Actually, in hindsight, I feel terrible for even taking that job. I should have waited." Chris rubbed her shoulders.
"Don't be silly. You know I wouldn't have let you turn it down on my behalf. It's what we do, Chris. It's not like we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into, right?"
"So you're not mad at me?"
"Of course not! I'm just glad you're home now. It's just something we're going to have to get used to, whether we like it or not," she shrugged her shoulders.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Chris smiled.
"Who said you did?" Larissa teased as she tried to spin away from him.
"Oh! That was a low blow!" Chris spun her back around to face him, unable to keep the amusement from his face.
"Seriously, though," he too her hand. "I love you and I've never been so happy to be home," he kissed her hand. "Now, turnaround."
"What? Why?" Larissa laughed a little.
"Just do it," he spun his finger in the air. She did as she was told while Chris soaped her loofah up.
"What are you up to?" Larissa asked, an untrusting tone to her voice.
"I'm just trying to be nice. Damn." He scrubbed her back.
"Christopher, when are you ever just being 'nice' when we're in the shower together?"
Uh oh. There was his full first name. He smirked to himself. Chris loved when she did that. Plus, he would be lying if he said his intentions were completely pure. They had started out that way, but seeing Larissa naked and wet was just too much, even after the intense sex they had just had in the living room.
"You know what I was thinking about the whole way home?" Chris' voice lowered.
"What's that?" He caught a shiver pass through her.
"About how I couldn't wait to make love to you," he kissed her exposed neck.
"Is that so?" Larissa tried to keep up her reverie, though her breathing became labored. "Well, you're going to have to try again because I don't think that thing we just did counts," she teased.
"What do you mean?" Chris laughed.
"That was too...rough, to count as 'making love'. That was more like 'making each other cum as hard and fast as we could'...Not that I'm complaining," Larissa turned to face him again.
Chris sighed playfully. "Well, I suppose I'm willing to give it another shot and try and get it right this time," he smiled as he kissed her.
"Only if you promise we can do that other thing again some other time," Larissa whispered in his ear. "Now, finish washing me so we can get dirty again."
He and Larissa took their time making love, no longer feeling an overwhelming need to consume each other as quickly as possible. They lay there wrapped in each others arms a long time afterward, just staring at each other, goofy smiles on both of their faces, not feeling the need for words just yet. Larissa eventually rolled over toward the night stand.
"Oh my God! It's 2:30 in the morning!"
Chris laughed. "Good thing neither of us has to be anywhere early,right?" Larissa nodded her head in agreement.
"How about we do this all day tomorrow?" a twinkle of mischief glinted in her eyes.
"Sounds perfect," he kissed her forehead.
"Do you think we'll miss this when we're old and decrepit?"
"Miss what, exactly?"
"Making love until the wee hours of the morning...Hell, being able to stay up this late at all...Or being able to have sex at all without a hip going out on us or something." They both laughed.
"I'm sure we will miss being able to have nights like tonight, but I hope neither of us are ever in that bad of shape," he chuckled. Chris brushed a loose strand of her blonde hair away from her face and just looked at her again for awhile in silence.
"What are you thinking about?" Larissa finally asked.
Chris' eyes clouded over and he looked away at last.
"What is it?" Larissa's brows furrowed.
"Nothing. I wasn't going to bring it up tonight."
"Please?" she insisted. Chris let out a breath.
"How are you doing? Really." Larissa reached over and stroked the side of his face.
"I feel a lot better. Honestly. I feel a lot more like myself again. 90%," she paused. "I've still had some rough patches, but they come and go. They're not day long ordeals any more. Dr.Laura is really great...That reminds me, I need to thank your mom still for recommending her. Oh! Speaking of, your mom wants us to come over for dinner Sunday."
"Of course," Chris smiled. "I'm really glad you're feeling better. You sounded better over the phone, but...I wasn't sure if you were just putting on a brave face, so to speak, so I wouldn't worry about you as much. You know I didn't want you to come home alone,don't you?"
Larissa just nodded, averting her gaze from him.
"I feel so much better now, even from just a few weeks ago."
"I'm glad to have you back," Chris tilted her face up to his. "All of you," he kissed her softly on the lips.
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