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While waiting for the pizza they'd order to be delivered, Sammie cleaned up dinner even though Chris had offered to since she'd cooked. But since he'd nearly vomited in the kitchen sink due to the food, she had turned him down. This allowed Chris to take a quick shower and change into some more comfortable clothes.
Chris must have still been getting ready when the doorbell rung because Sammie called for him and got no answer. Turning the sink off, she wiped her hand on the towel on the counter and grabbed her purse heading to the door. She opened the door to see the delivery guy there with their large pizza. She thanked him, handing him a generous tip, and told him to enjoy the rest of his evening.
Sammie walked into the kitchen to see Chris grabbing a beer for himself and her glass already filled with wine.
“Wanna eat outside?” Sammie grabbed a couple of plates and some napkins to bring with them outside.
“Sure. It’s a nice night out. Thanks for getting the pizza, babe. I owe you.”
“You wanna owe me? Make me dinner tomorrow?”
“I don’t know about cooking, Babe. But I do make a mean ham and cheese sandwich.”
“I know you don’t cook. Your eggplant parmesan you ‘cook’ tastes too much like Davio’s.” Sammie winked at Chris who's mouth dropped open in shock.
“You knew?”
“Of course. Your mom told me you ruined macaroni and cheese once. So I know your cooking skills are limited. But I do wanna try this ham and cheese sandwich you make.”
“Alright, smarty pants, let's go eat.” Chris shook his head smiling.
Sammie balanced the pizza, plates and napkin in one hand while she opened the door to the back patio, allowing Beau to exit the house first before her. Chris followed her out and set the drinks on the table before going back to shut the door.
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In no time at all, the two had eaten nearly the entire pizza with Chris on his second beer and Sammie having just poured herself another glass of wine.
“So what do you wanna do tomorrow? You gonna go visit the family?” Sammie asked finishing off her last slice of pizza.
“Maybe.” He swallowed his food before continuing. “I didn’t really have anything planned. I was just gonna stay here all weekend.”
“Chris, you have to go visit your mom. I can’t be the reason you don’t go anywhere. She’d kill me.”
“My ma loves you. I’ll just tell her I wanna spend this weekend with you.”
“No. You’re gonna call her tomorrow and set something up.” She scolded.
“Speaking of Ma, she told me you two have been doing quite a bit together since that talk.”
Sammie knew where this conversation was heading. She was hesitant to talk about it to Chris though. She trusted him, but he had so much on his plate with filming the latest Avengers movie. The last thing she wanted to do was add more stress to his plate. She sat there, thinking about her words carefully before she spoke.
“We have been hanging out more. We do a weekly trip to the farmers market on the weekends. A couple of days after work, I’ll stop by and watch the kids while she goes down to the theater and before Carly comes by to pick them up. I go over for dinner sometimes or she’ll come here to keep -” Sammie paused, she didn’t want to admit to Chris that she had been holed up at night not going anywhere.
“To keep you what, Sam?” Chris pushed on with a little worry in his voice.
Sammie fidgeted with her hands before she answered. “She comes over sometimes to keep me company. To make sure I’m on track and stuff. She’s making sure I’m getting better and not letting my house and life go to shit while you’re gone. She does this so you don’t have to worry about it.” She looked up at him and could see the hurt in his eyes. This make her eyes start to tear up.
“Sam, I know you don’t want to tell me because you think I’m gonna worry and stress out. But you not telling me, it just makes me more anxious and nervous, because I don't know what's going on. I want you to tell me, because I understand.” Chris motioned for Sammie to come over to him to sit in his lap.
Once she was seated, Chris continued.
“I want you to tell me so I can help you. I want to assure you that you are not alone in this. It’s team effort, Babe. What hurts you, hurts me. I don’t wanna see you hurt or in pain,baby. I wanna see you smiling and hear that laugh of yours. I don’t wanna see you sad with tears. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”
Sammie looked at him with tears streaming down her face. He was right. She had to open up to him more if she wanted his help and she did, but she still didn’t want him to worry.
“I don’t know what to say. I don’t wanna be sad anymore, Chris. I want to be happy and smile more and laugh. I’ll tell you when things like this happen. I won’t go to your mom first, I’ll go to you.” Sammie sniffled and Chris wiped her tears away.
She scooted down a bit in his lap to rest her head in the crook of his neck. They sat there like that for a while. Chris rubbing his arm up and down Sammie’s back while her hand traced over the Tolle tattoo on his clavicle. She moved her head up and bit and started to kiss and suck at his neck while still tracing the tattoo.
“Sammie, you can’t leave any marks.” Chris sternly told her while she smiled into her next kiss.
Her hand moved from his tattoo up to his face and turned it towards her so his lips could meet hers. This kiss was different than others they’ve shared. Sammie could feel the anxiety and a lot of her stress wash away from this kiss. She positioned herself so now she was straddling Chris. His hands moved down her sides until he cupped her ass. She rolled her hips into his crotch and could feel his hardening cock.
With his hands on her ass, he began to bunch up the material of her dress, until his hand came into contact with her flesh.
“Christ, Sam, you aren't wearing anything underneath this dress?” Chris groaned after breaking the kiss.
“I am. I picked up something new just for you.” Sammie bit her lip and rolled her hips again.
“Fuck, Sam.” Chris grabbed her bare ass as he freverently kissed her.
Sammie moaned into the kiss, licking his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Chris parted his lips enough for Sammie to slip her tongue in. His grip tightened around her and he fought and then won dominance. Chris felt himself strained against his shorts as Sammie continued to roll her hips.
Chris stood up, taking Sammie with him, her legs wrapped around his tiny waist. He carried her inside the house, pausing to make sure Beau came in too, and then carried her to the bedroom. Once there, he slowly closed the door, making sure the dog didn’t follow them in, then carefully laid Sammie down on the bed. Looking into her eyes, his hand slowly went to her dress where he undid the tie and unwrapped it, exposing her matching pale pink lace bra and thong.
His hand went to un-cup her breasts from her bra, his eyes never leaving hers. Her breath hitched as his hand massaged one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Sammie took her hands and used them to pull Chris’s face down and smashed her lips to his. Chris switched hands and repeated the same actions to her other breast. Sammie moaned into the kiss, arching herself into his touch.
“Chris, please.” Sammie whispered, almost begging. She hadn’t seen Chris in weeks and wasn’t in the mood to be messing around.
“Patience,” was all Chris said as he began to nip and suck on Sammie’s neck.
“Can’t leave marks.” Sammie used his words against him and he smiled as he continued his assault.
Chris sat up to remove his shirt and made to resume his previous position, but Sammie had other plans. Sitting up, she pushed Chris down onto his back and then removed her dress and bra leaving her with just her thong on.
“What are you doing?” Chris asked as Sammie kissed along his bare jaw and neck. She missed the feeling of his beard, but had a newfound love for a clean shaven Chris.
“Just trying to move this along.” Sammie leaned down and began to leave a trail of kisses down his sternum.
Chris grabbed ahold of Sammie and flipped her over so she was now on her back. Sammie giggled as Chris began to softly touching her skin. To stop her from giggling, Chris captured her lips as he let his hand roam and touch every inch of her skin.
This was different that previous times. He wanted to show Sammie how much she was loved with everything that had been going on with her lately. As his hands roamed her body, he began to leave chaste kisses along her jaw and neck until he found one of her sweet spots near her ear, making her moan. Her hand wrapped around his neck and forced him to her lips.
After a brief kiss, Chris moved his lips further down, making sure to pay attention to each of her breasts. Sammie let out a quiet moan, followed by a whimper.
He made his way to her mound and moved her panties aside before he slipped two fingers into her slick folds. Sammie bucked her hips to his touch and grabbed ahold of his hair.
“Christ, Sammie, you’re so wet”
“Uh huh.” Sammie nodded, bucking her hips again.
Chris hooked his fingers and found Sammie’s g-spot as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. He then latched his mouth onto her clit.
Sammie’s moans got louder while her hands held onto Chris’ head so tightly he thought for a quick second there she was gonna rip some hair out. Her walls tightened around his fingers and Chris continued to suck on her clit. Sammie felt her orgasm take over and she arched her back and cried out.
Sammie laid there satisfied, breathing heavily, her chest rising up and down quickly. She moved the hair that was sticking to her neck, so it fanned on the bed. She felt Chris’s lips move up her body starting at her belly button. Sammie lifted her head and saw Chris move slowly up the center of her body. Lifting up his head, Chris’s lust filled eyes met with Sammie’s and he quickly kissed his way to her lips.
“Someone here has too many clothes on.” Sammie mumbled. The only response she got from Chris was an ‘mm hmm.’ Sammie took it upon herself to rid Chris of this pants. She used her feet to pull down what she could until Chris got the idea. Chris quickly got off the bed and rid himself of his pants as Sammie started to rid herself of her thong. But Chris was too quick and stopped her before she could take them off.
“You said you bought this for me. Therefore, I think it’s fair that I get to take these off.” Chris moved between her legs and played with the lacy material.
Sammie laid back down, lifting her hips as Chris carefully pulled the material down and off of her. After depositing them on the floor, he made his way back up to Sammie and aligned himself at her entrance then pushed into her waiting sex, filling her up. Arching her back, Sammie let out a loud moan before hooking her legs around Chris, allowing him to go deeper.
Chris instantly felt Sammie’s walls tighten around his cock and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Sammie wrapped her arms around his neck and met him thrust for thrust. She felt Chris’s harsh, warm breaths on her neck as he thrusted in and out of her.
“Baby, you close?” Chris asked between breaths. Sammie could only answer by nodding her head. She used her legs to try and push Chris harder into her. “Come on baby, let go for me.”
That was all Sammie needed to hear before she let her second orgasm wash over her. She dug her nails in Chris’s back and let out a cry of profanities along with Chris’s name somewhere in there. The feeling of Sammie’s walls tightening around his cock and her cries was all Chris needed before he spilled his seed in Sammie.
Chris laid on top of Sammie for a minute to catch his breath before he set off the en-suite bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean up. After he cleaned himself and Sammie up, he settled into her bed and pulled her towards him, draping his arm over her stomach.
“Chris?” Sammie asked, hoping Chris was still awake.
“Yeah, Babe?” Chris tightened his grip on her.
“Don’t forget to call Ma in the morning to set something.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Chris responded before drifting off to sleep.