Who: Kenzie and Chris When: Early evening, Friday, December 29th Where: Juniper Inn Warning: NSFW Status: Complete, Part 2
While he had a couple of minutes, Chris straightened up his room a bit, making sure the dirty clothes were out of sight and he hadn’t left any trash sitting out and the towels were hung up. He swished some mouthwash around and eyed himself in the bathroom mirror, wondering if he ought to change. That would probably be weird though, since he’d just seen Kenzie. She took long enough that Chris started to wonder if she’d gotten cold feet, but the knock on the door still gave him a little jolt. He opened it and smiled at her, moving back so she could come inside. Chris locked up behind her and vaguely wished he had more wine to offer or something. More to be hospitable than get Kenzie wasted again, which was a weird feeling on its own, considering how often they’d been in each other’s rooms. “No pjs then?” he murmured with a little smirk as he moved in closer to her.
Kenzie set her purse down on the desk in the room and turned toward Chris, feeling a warmth spread from her core through her body when he neared her. It was an odd sensation, to be nervous around Chris Washburn when she had known him for years. Had bantered and argued with him. But that was because they were partners and had never seen each other naked before. But now she had the drunken memory of how he felt inside of her, and how his lips made her own tingle, and her breasts were already aching to be touched by him. She wanted to be annoyed with how easily her body was affected, but what fun could this be if she wasn't willing to let go of control every now and then and enjoy something? "That's just more laundry to do in the long run," Kenzie explained. Since he was close to her now, Kenzie reached out to grip his shirt, wanting to tear it up and over his body already, but she wasn't sure how it would come across if she started ripping off his clothes so quickly. "Besides, it's easier to have morning sex if we don't have to worry about taking off pajamas under the sheets."
“Good point,” Chris murmured with a low chuckle. The way Kenzie gripped his shirt made his heart start beating harder. He was glad that she got rid of her purse right away, because he was so ready to get his hands on her, he could feel it thrumming in every muscle. Chris slipped one hand to the small of her back and pulled Kenzie in against him, not quite gently, and bent his head to brush his lips over hers. “Because I’m gonna wanna fuck you again and again,” he breathed, then kissed her firmly. It wasn’t exactly a shove up against a wall, but she wasn’t standing near one, and Chris knew he couldn’t just try to re-create what the ghost had shown her, even though it was tempting and hot to think about. He could do better anyway. He hoped, at least. Chris tried to stop overthinking everything and shove everything to the back of his mind except how damn good it felt to kiss Kenzie. His lips parted to deepen it as his arm slid further around her to hold her tighter.
The way he spoke to her had her pulse racing and she moaned softly into the kiss, both hands clutching his shirt now that he had tugged her so close. She didn't need him to reenact anything, because the basement had just been in her head. This was the real thing and it was so much better. As soon as Chris parted his lips Kenzie delved her tongue into his mouth to taste him. She couldn't remember the last time a simple kiss had turned her on so damn much. Maybe high school. But damn he was good at it. Deciding to stop thinking and start touching, Kenzie released his shirt to slip her hands beneath it where she could feel his firm body under her palms. Her fingers pressed into his muscle and she decided there were just too many clothes in the way. Kenzie didn't want to stop kissing him, but she worked his shirt up anyway, eager to get rid of everything separating his gorgeous body from her hands.
There was something ridiculously sexy about a woman groping him before he groped her. Chris had been reluctant for most of his life to embrace his own sex appeal, but he always reveled in being strongly desired by a partner. Who didn’t, right? But there was something about it that pulled at something deeper in Chris, disrupted some programming that said women didn’t have those kinds of primal desires, or never acted on them. It was a relief to know he was wanted and not have to guess or read muddled smoke signals or play games. Kenzie had no reason to be there except she wanted to be, and he could feel that in her hands on his skin. He stroked his hands down her back and ass, but didn’t linger long, as he wanted out of his clothes just as badly. Chris broke the kiss and leaned back just enough to pull his shirt over his head and drop it, he reached to pull at Kenzie’s next, kissing her again briefly because he couldn’t keep his mouth off of her, his pants already feeling tighter.
Kenzie definitely had primal desires, and she acted on them when given the opportunity. She just hadn't really had the opportunity lately. And that was what made this arrangement with Chris so enticing. Kenzie knew she shouldn't mix business with pleasure, but could anyone really blame her for this? It was exhilarating, impatiently undressing one another the way they were. And she had to admit that she loved it when he kept kissing her between articles of clothing coming off, like he couldn't bear to stop. It made her feel desired and sexy in a way that she hadn't felt in quite some time. Her arousal intensified at the sight of him, because damn. Kenzie might have bitten her lip and stepped back just to appreciate his form if she'd had any real patience to do so. Gripping his pants, she worked on getting them unbuttoned and unzipped, well aware of how hard his cock was straining against the material now. Looking up at him as she did so, Kenzie smirked softly. "You should never, ever, wear pajamas."
While Kenzie worked on his pants, Chris got her bra undone and the straps pushed off of her shoulders. He felt like they were getting in a hurry again, both of them eager to shed their clothes and get skin-to-skin. Chris told himself he would slow down once they were both naked. He hadn’t gotten nearly enough of a chance to explore and enjoy Kenzie’s body the first time. He huffed slightly and grinned at what she said and murmured, “You shouldn’t either.” Her body was fantastic, compact and firm, but still curvy and smooth-skinned. Chris dipped in for another kiss as he drifted his hands up to cup the sides of Kenzie’s breasts. He was positioned between Kenzie and the bed, and he started to slowly shuffle backwards toward the edge of it, pulling her along with him.
As they continued to shed clothes, Kenzie shivered. It wasn't cold in Chris's room by any means but his touch did things to her that she hadn't really been able to focus on and enjoy while she had been drunk. With his pants undone, Kenzie brought her hands up to cup his face when he kissed her and she willingly let him lead her back to the bed. She honestly hadn't been planning for this to happen. The professional, logical part of her had fully intended on explaining to him why Christmas had been a mistake, and that they needed to focus on the job at hand. But then he had admitted he was attracted to her and her entire reasoning for moving on from their one night together had flown out the window. But she wasn't complaining about it. She could handle this. Kenzie nipped gently at his lower lip before dropping her hands to his hips where she slipped her fingertips beneath the waistband of his pants to start pushing them down. She wanted him at least mostly naked before they got into bed.
Chris had fully expected Kenzie to be the ‘responsible’ one and tell him in no uncertain terms that it could never happen again, so this was definitely one of the more pleasant surprises he’d ever had. Humming a bit into the kiss, Chris helped get his pants off, tugging the boxers down with them until it was all a puddle on the floor he could kick out of the way. He had to break the kiss to grab a breath, and he sat on the edge of the bed as he started to work on getting the bottom half of Kenzie’s outfit off as well. Chris kissed at her stomach and breasts, caught between wanting to pull her in closer and giving her room to get all the way undressed. He hoped she wasn’t in too huge a hurry to get to the actual fucking, because he really wanted to explore every inch of her with his mouth.
Being responsible might have been a lot easier if she hadn't had the memories of his body on top and inside of hers playing in the back of her mind. And there was a desperate need deep inside to repeat those sensations, preferably sober this time, although there was something to be said for drunken sex. Could she throw away her inhibitions as readily as before? Would Chris be disappointed if the sex wasn't as explosive this time? Oh god, these were all things Kenzie did not want to be thinking about right now. Not with the way Chris was touching and kissing her body. Instead, Kenzie focused on getting her pants and panties off, stepping out of them before nudging them away from her with her foot. Her hands slid over Chris's shoulders and upper back before she ducked her face down to capture his lips in another, deeper kiss.
Chris certainly wasn’t feeling any inhibitions at the moment, but he never would have in the first place if Kenzie had made her interest known. But it had all happened how it had happened, and now here they were, getting what they wanted. He ran his hands over the back of her naked body, up her thighs to her ass and then her back, leaning back enough to kiss her when she came down for it. He kissed her hungrily, pulling at her hips after a moment to get her to straddle his lap. Chris wanted to feel her weight on him, get as much of her warm skin against his as he could. He also wanted to flip her onto her back and get his mouth between her legs to see how loud she could get when she was sober, but they would get there. He wanted to savor every moment of this.
Kenzie more than ready to move, wanting to feel his skin pressed up against her own. She felt like she could just lay there and run her hands over his body for the next several hours and be satisfied. Okay, so her body disagreed a little there, but Kenzie didn't care. Slipping onto his lap, Kenzie could feel his cock between her legs and it was too tempting to rub herself against him, teasing them both in the process. As pleasure began to overwhelm everything else, including her thoughts, it was so much easier to lose herself in this. Kenzie didn't need to worry about whether or not she would be good enough for Chris this go-around, because it certainly felt like he still wanted her. And god, he tasted so good. Even in the midst of all the uncertainty with the fog, she had been unable to look at him and not think about how good his lips had felt on hers. How she thought she could ever say no to this again was beyond her.
She wasn’t heavy in the slightest, but Chris still enjoyed feeling Kenzie’s weight on his lap. And against his cock, especially when she started moving her hips like that. He groaned softly into the kiss, his hands sliding to her ass to caress and squeeze while she moved over him. He couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be just to slide into her from right there, but as impatient as his body was, he wanted more than that. Chris kept kissing her for a moment or two, then slipped his arm under her ass and the other around her back, holding onto her as he turned them around and laid Kenzie out on her back. “I wanna taste you,” he breathed to her, kissing her lips one more time before he started to make his way down her body. Chris paused at Kenzie’s nipples to suck and nibble at each one as he nudged her legs further apart with his knee, then moved to settle between them, brushing his lips against her belly before he pressed soft kisses against her mound.
Kenzie was just thinking how easy it would be for her to slip Chris inside of her right where they were, but then he was moving them both and she clutched his shoulders until he was laying her on her back. A soft breath escaped her and Kenzie watched him kiss his way down her body with nervous anticipation. She had no idea why she was so shy about it when a man wanted to give her oral sex. Maybe because more often than not they didn't do a very good job of it and she ended up thinking about work or something else until they were ready to get to the actual fucking. But her entire body was so acutely aware of Chris's mouth that she shivered even before he settled between her legs. Instinctively, Kenzie drew her knees up, keeping her thighs apart to give him room. One hand slid over the top of his head through his short hair, the other landing somewhere on his arm to cling. It was very possible she might explode at that first touch of his tongue but Kenzie was determined to relax and enjoy every second she got out of this.
Chris liked the way she touched and held onto him, it was nothing but encouraging. He happened to be a fan of going down on women, and he’d rarely had any complaints, so he was confident as he parted his lips to slide his tongue against her for the first time. This was a place he really never thought he would be, but Chris had stopped trying to plan his life out a long time ago, he supposed. He was just along for the ride, and it had taken him to some weird little town in Maine, right after a trippy-ass disaster, in a haunted inn with his head between Kenzie Novak’s thighs. Chris could think of a hundred worse places to be. He groaned softly as he explored her with his lips and tongue, every touch gentle and soft to start out with, until he learned her better, his body hanging halfway off the bed. Chris didn’t mind, he was busy throwing himself into his work. He stroked her hips with his hands, sucking lightly at her clit and paying attention to her cues.
Kenzie had thought on more than one occasion during the fog that she and Chris may never leave. Not because they wanted to settle down and live in this place, but because the town wouldn't let them. Even before the fog she had the feeling that it wasn't just a handful of problems wreaking havoc on the residents, but the town itself. There was something deeper going on. Was it influencing the two of them? The basement in the inn certainly had, giving her a taste of what sex with Chris could be like. And now she was here on her back in his bed with his mouth on her clit. Of course, it was difficult to think too deeply into all of that because she couldn't think about anything with the way he was sucking on her. "Oh god," she moaned, arching lightly from the bed. Her eyes had been closed but she was too desperate to watch what he was doing now and Kenzie peered down her body at him, her fingers moving restlessly against the back of his head. "That feels so good."
Sucking had gotten the best reaction so far, so Chris kept doing it, putting firmer pressure behind it as Kenzie’s fingers sent pleasant shivers down his spine. She felt and tasted fantastic against his mouth, and he hummed again as he worked at her pussy, getting a bit bolder as it seemed to feel better to her. His cock was aching where it was pressed against the edge of the mattress, and Chris’s hips flexed to push against it for a bit of friction. His eyes had been closed, but he got the sense Kenzie was looking at him, so he opened them to look up at her for a brief moment. She looked flushed and gorgeous, and like she was enjoying herself, and that was all he really wanted. Chris lashed his tongue against her with a bit more intensity.
Coherency diminished quickly and Kenzie could only moan and whimper, lifting her hips against his mouth the harder his tongue slid against her clit. Her fingers clutched tightly at his arm as pleasure shivered down her spine. Chris was a fantastic kisser, but damn, he certainly knew how to use his mouth in other ways. It was so unlike her to indulge like this, especially on a job, but it also felt like the best decision she'd ever made. It felt so damn good and Kenzie was torn between letting him stay there until she got off, or begging him to fuck her so she could do it around his cock. Of course, she was in no real hurry because he was doing such amazing things with his tongue and lips and maybe she could just enjoy it for a few more moments. Everything felt throbby and tense and if this is what it felt like to be worshiped, she didn't want it to stop.
Chris was going to stay down between Kenzie’s legs until she made him stop for whatever reason, currently very happy with his lot in life. She was reactive and sexy and he planned to make her come a dozen different ways before they were finished for the night, so Chris wasn’t about to stop. That was probably a little ambitious, but he thought he could at least get her off a couple of times before his body insisted on rest. Right then he was completely absorbed in what he was doing, eagerly feasting on Kenzie’s pussy like it was something he’d been denied his whole life. He dipped one teasing finger into her just to see how wet she was, and groaned in his throat as he sucked at her clit. Whatever trouble was in their future because of this, it sure as hell felt worth it in the moment.
Trouble was the last thing on Kenzie's mind now. All she could think about and feel was Chris's tongue and his finger teasing her and the way her body was so quickly spiraling out of control. She tried not to dig her short nails into his arm, or grip his hair too tightly but Kenzie was more focused on her orgasm, the one that was building so rapidly that all she could really do was release something akin to a relieved sob from her lips as she shook, her toes curling even as her heels dug into the mattress. She knew he was going to make her come but she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Not that she was complaining, but damn. It was probably the finger that did it, the way it felt slipping just barely inside of her. And god, she knew how much better it was going to feel when it was Chris's cock. "Fuck," Kenzie breathed once the tremors began to ease, leaving her somewhat sated but yet... craving more.
There was nothing like being that close to a woman’s orgasm. Chris loved to fuck, naturally, and feel a partner go off around his cock, but being able to feel those pulses against his mouth was a special treat. Chris did his best to ride through it with Kenzie, careful not to overstimulate while he tried to drag it out a bit at the same time. It was an art, and different for every woman, but damn if he didn’t feel like he was pretty good at Kenzie so far. Once she’d relaxed again, he gave her another couple of soft licks, then pulled back. He wiped his mouth off on the sheets before he pushed himself up onto all fours and crawled over her body, smirking faintly. He couldn’t help but feel a little smug, and he was just getting started. “You like to kiss after?” Chris murmured, dipping his head low but not making contact yet.
Kenzie felt the urge to stretch like a cat, a satisfied smile playing at her lips as Chris moved up and over her body. She rested her hands on his waist, her knees still parted. Did she like to kiss after? No guy had ever asked her that before. To answer, she lifted her head to kiss him softly before parting her lips to deepen it, her tongue stroking out against his to taste herself. It had never bothered her, but she found it kind of cute that Chris had asked first. Would he still kiss her if and when she gave him oral sex? Some men could be weird about that kind of thing. Her hands slid over and up Chris's back as she pulled on him a bit to bring him closer to her.
It had only taken one bad reaction from a woman when he tried to kiss her for Chris to learn to ask. Some people were just weird about things. Kenzie’s non-answer answer was perfect, and Chris felt a fresh wave of arousal heating up his insides as they kissed. He settled between her legs, elbows planted at her sides to support his upper body. Chris made a couple of small adjustments until the underside of his cock was pressed against her slick folds. As his tongue tangled happily with Kenzie’s, he rocked his hips just a bit for some friction, a helpless little moan bubbling up at how good it felt on his end. He’d been too drunk to feel everything the first time, and he was so fucking glad they were doing this again.
Kenzie's fingertips pressed into the muscle of his back and she rocked her hips with his, groaning into his mouth as his cock slid against her clit and sent fresh shivers through her body. She still felt sensitive from her orgasm, but it felt amazing all the same. Kenzie had been in such a hurry the first time and while she still felt just as eager as before, getting off once already helped curb some of the initial impatience. He just felt so good, both his body and his mouth and Kenzie loved that his kisses were stoking her arousal all over again. Surely Chris could feel how wet she still was for him. Drawing her knees up, she cradled him between her thighs, lifting her hips to encourage his cock to the right spot. It was torture, the waiting, but it added some kind of erotic element to the whole thing and she knew the payoff would be more than worth it.
Everything about her was so inviting, Chris could only tease for another few heartbeats. The way Kenzie tilted her hips to draw him in made his balls ache sweetly. He broke the kiss to let his mouth hover just over hers as the tip of his cock slipped into her. Chris made a soft sound that he couldn’t stop and slipped his hands under Kenzie’s upper back to hold her even closer. There was plenty of lubrication from both of them in the mix, so it was easy to slowly slide himself inside of her. “Jesus Christ,” Chris breathed as his body pressed flush against Kenzie’s. He had to stop for a moment to let himself adjust to that hot grip around his cock. He didn’t want to come too fast; he wanted to get her off at least one more time. They deserved that, after the hell they’d been through. Once he felt ready, he started to rock his hips again, keeping things slow for the moment.
Kenzie had always enjoyed sex. It was a pleasurable distraction from her day to day life, especially her work. She had some long dry spells, sure, but honestly, if she wanted sex, she generally didn't have a difficult time finding it. But now she was wondering the last time she'd had this kind of sex. The kind that left her feeling feverish and exposed, like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. The fluttery sensation in her stomach spread and Kenzie moaned softly as Chris slid inside of her. They had been drunk the last time, but Kenzie could still remember the pounding pleasure she had experienced when Chris fucked her. This felt... different. But the same. It was a strange feeling, though not necessarily bad. She liked the slower pace, allowing her to really linger and enjoy it. As soon as Chris began to move, Kenzie moaned again and let her hands wander, exploring every inch of his bare skin that she could reach.
Given the way Chris was feeling, he knew the slow pace wouldn’t last too long. He just wanted to savor it now that he was sober enough to do so. There was always a chance that Kenzie would change her mind and decide that continuing on with this affair was a bad idea. Chris wanted to make it a hard decision, at least. It all felt so good, and even with the low speed, his breathing was already getting heavier. He felt like he could keep it in check; it had just been a long time since he’d been inside a woman he was this attracted to without a condom or booze in his system. Chris made every thrust deep, groaning into the kiss as his body adjusted and he gradually started to fuck her faster.
At the moment it would have felt insanely foolish to want to stop this. Kenzie found she was more than willing to justify it. An indefinite stay in a strange, small town. The inability to tell her parents where she is, or what she's doing. Chris was her partner, and she trusted him. Two consenting adults enjoying each other while maintaining a professional relationship was possible, and they could prove it. Besides, this was safer than finding a one night stand, and it was a hell of a lot more fun than just getting herself off alone at night a couple of times a week. The fact that she could work this all out in her head while she was completely sober meant that it was a well thought out decision, and no one could convince her otherwise. Kenzie gasped with every thrust of Chris's body, her fingertips pressing harder into his back. She loved feeling the muscles bunch and strain beneath her hands, loved hearing him make those sexy noises as his hips worked faster. Kenzie couldn't seem to lay still and she lowered her heels to the mattress where they dug in, giving her leverage to start moving her hips with his, lifting them to meet his thrusts. She definitely wanted to come again, but more than that, she wanted to make Chris lose control too.
Chris loved the way she held onto him, it made him feel sexy, even if it was mostly just his back. This felt more genuine somehow than most of the sexual encounters he tended to have. Maybe because he already knew Kenzie and felt things for her. Maybe they just had better chemistry. Maybe it was loneliness, Chris didn’t know. He just knew that he loved fucking her and his control was already starting to slip. His grip on it loosened even more when she started thrusting back at him, the squeeze around his cock intensifying with her movements. He took that as a sign she wanted more, and a few breathy curses escaped him. Chris pulled away from Kenzie to sit upright, shifting his knees in closer and planting his hands on her hips. It wasn’t as close and intimate a position, but he could get better leverage and damned if the view wasn’t sexy as fuck. Gazing down at Kenzie’s body, Chris licked his lips and started to fuck her faster and harder, the change in angle sending hot pleasure sparking up his spine.
Kenzie nearly clung to Chris when he began to pull back from her, still desperate to feel his weight on top of hers, but the urge to clutch at his back vanished as soon as he gripped her hips and began to pound himself inside of her. She released a broken cry of pleasure and her arms lifted over her head, her fingers pressed against the headboard. The change in angle definitely heightened Kenzie's own pleasure and she closed her eyes, lost in how overwhelming everything suddenly felt. Chris seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and how she wanted it, which was something of a surprise given this was only the second time they had done this. But Kenzie wasn't going to question it. Maybe it was just another confirmation in her head that this was absolutely something she wanted to keep happening. "Chris." His name escaped her in a breathy moan, her fingers pressing harder against the headboard. She had wanted to come again, but sometimes it took a bit longer after the first and yet she could feel that pleasure starting to tighten inside of her, pushing her towards the edge again.
Chris liked being close, but he liked having a good view too, and Kenzie was certainly delivering that. The way she reached up toward the headboard like she needed something solid to hold onto, and the gorgeous bounces of her tits with every thrust made Chris’s balls feel fit to burst. His own name had rarely sounded so good. “Fuck, Kenz,” he groaned in response, his eyes rolling closed for a brief moment. He forced them open again though, he wanted to see as much of this as possible. Chris slowed down for a moment as he got too close to coming, rolling his hips in longer strokes and taking a second or two to relish how she sounded. Unless she was just really enthusiastic, Kenzie was getting closer to climaxing again herself, and Chris so wanted to get her there. He started picking up his pace again and let go of one of her hips so he could start rubbing at her clit with his thumb, his gaze dark and hungry on her face.
It was thrilling to hear him say her name like that, rough and full of desire. The sound made her ache. Kenzie wished she could make this last, just spend the next eight hours with Chris pumping into her body, groaning her name, making her scream. It was a wistful yearning, at least until she felt his thumb on her clit, causing fresh tremors of ecstasy throughout her body. Her cries grew louder as her pussy squeezed around him and god, she was probably going to shatter and die because she wasn't sure she would withstand this much pleasure. Kenzie opened her eyes and found him watching her. There was something about the look on his face, the way his eyes looked dark and dangerous. Along with his cock thrusting into her and his thumb rubbing her clit with just the right amount of friction and pressure... Kenzie tried to keep her gaze on his but she couldn't. The intensity of sensations was too much. He sent her soaring, her back arching with the force of her orgasm and her strangled cry louder than she actually meant it to be. Not that it probably mattered. If there was someone in the room next door, they would have already heard her by now.
God there was nothing like making a woman come hard, and Chris felt that fierce sense of triumph even more keenly this time. Maybe because Kenzie had always seemed so unflappable and smart and professional, so above carnal desires. He knew that was stupid and didn’t make sense, but it was just the vibe he’d always gotten from her, in spite of his crush. Now he knew better. It was another dimension of Kenzie Novak that he was currently thrilled to know about. “Yes baby, fuck,” Chris breathed as he kept thrusting hard through Kenzie’s orgasm. His balls were drawn up tight and aching, his cock throbbing with sensitivity as she clenched around him, everything just a blur of pleasure. Chris still held back for the moment, though it was a grand effort considering what her body was doing to his. Maybe it was due to a bit of male pride, wanting to perform well to prove that he could, but he was also just feeling greedy, hungry for as much of Kenzie as he could get.
Kenzie was happy in a hazy, distracted sort of way, that Chris hadn't come yet. It felt too good, having him continue to fuck her through her orgasm. She often teased him about his sexual prowess, tiny digs intended to provoke - in a non-malicious way, of course - because they had been colleagues for so long that trying to get under one another's skin was just par for the course. But now she wasn't sure she could ever do that again because he was so damn good and now she knew it firsthand. As her orgasm subsided, Kenzie was left feeling floaty and sated. Every inch of her seemed to throb with the afterglow and yet she still wasn't done. Not completely. Not until Chris had gotten there too. She opened her eyes to look up at him, her lips parted slightly with shaky breaths still escaping her. Her hands came back down to clutch at his arms and she began to move her hips with his again, not wanting to break the pace or slow him down unless he wanted to.
She looked so stoned on pleasure, gorgeous and rumpled in the best sort of way, and having her eyes on him again made Chris’s stomach twist pleasantly. That didn’t last long however, because the way she gripped him and started to move under him again sent his eyes rolling closed. He’d slowed down a bit when it seemed like she was winding down from her climax, more focused on her than himself, but the roll of Kenzie’s hips brought him fully back into his body. Goddamn, she was good at that. Now that he didn’t need to rub her clit, Chris leaned over Kenzie again, bracing his hands at her sides and shifting his knees a bit. Lips parted with his heavy breathing, he opened his eyes once more and stared down at her as he started thrusting again in earnest. She didn’t seem to mind it hard, and Chris was at the point where he had very little control, so his pumping hips quickly ramped up into pounding, and soon enough he was groaning with every exhale.
With Chris's body closer to hers now, Kenzie brought her arms back down where she gripped his waist. She was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm and Chris's harder thrusts only seemed to intensify them. But with her second climax fading, it was easy for Kenzie to focus on Chris. The way he moved inside of her still made her moan and she kept her gaze on his, once more caught up in how dark his eyes looked, clouded with arousal. It was incredibly sexy and Kenzie would have forced him down to her so she could kiss him had she had the breath for it. Instead, she whispered breathy encouragements, eager to feel him lose that last semblance of control. God, this was exactly what she had needed, what they probably had both needed, after the last couple of days.
After being cooped up in the miserable cold with a bunch of frightened civilians and nothing useful to do, it felt incredibly good to use his body like this. Besides the fact that Chris was an athletic and active person by nature, there was something reassuring about it, like it was just more confirmation of how alive he was. How alive they both were. With Kenzie’s whispered words in his ears and the pleasure-pressure built to a breaking point in his balls, it didn’t take much longer until he was flying over his edge. Chris’s thrusts got more desperate and shaky, his cock swelled inside of her before he let go, ramming himself into her for as long as he could stand it as he came. It was enthusiastic and shuddering and noisy, and Chris’s head spun crazily with pleasure. He ended up in a trembly heap on top of her, falling to his elbows with his head resting against Kenzie’s upper chest while he tried to get his breath back.
Kenzie gasped loudly when he thrust himself hard into her, but she kept her eyes on his face. Watching Chris climax was almost as satisfying as her own. His muscles tensed beneath her hands and it certainly sounded like it felt good. It gave her a smug sort of feeling that she could do that to him and Kenzie ran her hands over his damp back as he recovered, a pleased sort of smile curving at her lips. She felt... amazing. If possible, this made her feel so much better than the hot shower and nap earlier in the day had. Licking her lips, Kenzie lifted her hands to run them over his short hair. She felt like maybe she ought to say something, but she couldn't think well enough to form a coherent sentence. And it seemed like Chris was still recovering, so Kenzie was more than okay with waiting.
Even though he hadn’t completely relaxed, in order not to crush Kenzie, Chris felt himself dozing a little. He was just bathing in such a nice, warm feeling, it was like heaven after the past couple of days. Even his cock gradually softening inside of Kenzie felt lovely. His body wanted him to just roll over and go to sleep, but he knew that was bad form, so after a stretch of a few minutes, Chris tried to rally himself. He felt like he hadn’t come that hard in ages. He lifted his head and kissed her softly, distantly hoping she didn’t mind some afterglow affection. It surprised a lot of women -- weirdly, he thought -- but it was one of Chris’s favorite parts of the whole event. After a few more lingering smooches, Chris smiled faintly. “Good call, Novak,” he murmured. At the moment, giving this a chance seemed like the best decision they’d ever made as a team.
Kenzie certainly didn't mind the post-sex kisses. She liked kissing Chris and she appreciated that he didn't just flop off of her and start snoring. She didn't expect him to stay awake and have deep, profound discussions with her, but still. Kenzie always felt somewhat dismissed when a guy barely acknowledged her after sex. Her hands smoothed down his back and came to rest on his hips. "I do occasionally have a good idea or two," she replied with a soft smirk. She kissed him again. "Can I use your bathroom?" Kenzie doubted he would mind if she cleaned up a bit, and she assumed she would be staying. Unless he wanted his bed to himself tonight. Kenzie figured he would say so either way.
“No, you totally have to hold it the whole time you’re here,” Chris teased her. He rolled his eyes and then grinned. He would’ve let her use the bathroom even if they weren’t fucking, of course, but now that there was an added layer of intimacy, he considered his whole room hers to use as much as she wanted. Or maybe it was just a polite way for Kenzie to ask him to get off of her. He disengaged their bodies and moved to the side to flop down again, giving her room to get up and go tend to business first. He would go clean his junk when she was done. Chris had never envied women when it came to post-sex cleanup. It just seemed like a messier pain in the ass. “Help yourself to anything, mi casa es su casa.”
"Your casa isn't too different from mine," Kenzie said, amused. She slipped off the bed, grabbed her toothbrush, and headed into the bathroom, feeling comfortable with walking around his room naked. Why bother with modesty now? Kenzie took her time in the bathroom, cleaning herself up and then washing her hands. She brushed her teeth and shrugged at the sight of her hair. It looked a bit tousled, but they had just had sex, so it worked. Taking a breath, Kenzie waited, thinking maybe second thoughts would start to seep in now that the afterglow had faded, but... no, it still felt good. Right. At least for now. Leaving her toothbrush on the sink, she left the bathroom and walked back over to the bed to join Chris, half expecting to find him asleep. "Are you sure you're okay with me sleeping here?" she asked, once she stretched out beside him. "I'm not going to be offended if you prefer your own space."
Chris had turned the TV on with the volume low while Kenzie used his bathroom, idly flipping through channels without really seeing anything. He was feeling good about it all too, warm and sated and not guilty or awkward in the slightest. Maybe the incident with the basement ghost had just purged their whole dynamic of awkward, they got it all out of the way early. Chris looked over and smiled faintly at Kenzie when she returned. He thought he’d made it pretty clear that he wanted her to spend the night with him if she wanted to, but he guessed it was in her nature to fret. Chris just hoped it wasn’t something he would have to repeat every time. He turned toward her and gave her a comically ‘serious’ sort of look. “Kenz ... if you want to be here, I want you here, okay? I love sleeping with someone, I miss it. So I’m sure, stop worrying.” He kissed her forehead, then moved to get up. “My turn.”
Kenzie supposed if there was any awkwardness it would be sleeping together completely sober, but she didn't feel strange about it. It had been a while since she had slept over with a man, if she excluded Christmas. Since Chris seemed to want her there, she just gave him a nod before he kissed her forehead and slipped off the bed. Unable to help herself, she watched him walk to the bathroom, appreciating his body completely bare to her. Damn. Kenzie bit into her lower lip to keep from grinning like a hormonal teenager. Then she turned her focus to the television, just to have something distract her brain. She had no idea if Chris was a talker after sex, or if he just wanted to chill and watch television. The last time both of them had been drunk and passed out pretty quickly after, so this was somewhat different. Kenzie supposed she would find out. If things turned awkward fast, she would just sleep in her own room tonight. No big deal.
Chris wasn’t worried about awkwardness, not now. They’d settled things, and in his mind they were finally on the same page. It would be coasting from there. At least that’s how his post-orgasmic brain was seeing things. He emptied his bladder and washed up in the sink, swished some Listerine and made sure his pits didn’t smell, then headed back to bed, flicking off the lights as he went. It wasn’t late, but he felt like he could just watch something brainless for a while and cuddle Kenzie until they both fell asleep. Chris took up his spot on the bed again and shifted around until he was close to her, slipping an arm around Kenzie’s shoulders while they both got comfortable. “Now comes the make-or-break question,” he murmured lightly, grinning. “What do you wanna watch?”
Watching television was infinitely better than having to "talk", except for whatever conversation the television triggered. And that was okay with Kenzie. She was feeling good and she wanted that to last. Resting comfortably against Chris now, she smirked softly. "Anything but a creature feature, please. Other than that, I don't have any preference." Hopefully there was something mindless and maybe humorous on. And then maybe after enough recovery time, Chris wouldn't mind it if Kenzie wanted him again before they both fell asleep. Tomorrow meant more work, so why not enjoy tonight as much as she could?