Chapter 17: Part 5 - A Moment of Pleasure

As Chris pulled away, her lips leaving my skin tingling, I couldn't help but feel the heat pooling between us, an undeniable need that only seemed to grow stronger with every passing second. Without thinking, I wrapped my bare legs around her waist, locking her in, pulling her closer as if I couldn't bear to have even an inch of space between us.

Chris didn't hesitate. Her hands were everywhere, urgent and confident as she unhooked my bra with practiced ease. The straps slid down my arms, and with a quick pull, she discarded it onto the pile of clothes on the floor, her eyes darkening with desire as they traced the curve of my body.

"How can I take responsibility for your attraction when I wasn't trying to seduce you?" I began, my words a mix of frustration and desire. "I was just trying to clean—"

But I never got to finish the thought. Chris silenced me with a forceful kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me as her own. I moaned against her lips, and her hands moved quickly, cupping and massaging my breast. Her thumb flicked and rolled over my sensitive nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. My body arched toward her touch, desperate for more.

"Fine," Chris murmured, pulling away just enough to make me shiver. "I'll take responsibility for your actions again. You have no idea how much I'm always doing for you, how much I'd do for you."

Her words sent a shudder down my spine, and before I could respond, she wrapped an arm around my waist, the other cupping beneath my ass. In one smooth motion, she lifted me as though I weighed nothing, making my breath catch in my throat.

"Chris!" I gasped, the surprise at her strength making my heart race.

But she was already moving, crossing the room with swift determination, and before I could say another word, she had laid me down on the bed, her body hovering above mine. In one fluid motion, she tugged her shirt off over her head and discarded it, revealing her black sports bra that clung to her toned, defined abs. I couldn't help but stare, my heart pounding in my chest as my eyes traced the muscles that spoke of hours spent in the gym, each inch of her body honed and strong.

Chris noticed my gaze and smirked, leaning down to take my jaw in her hand, turning my face toward her. She kissed the tender skin at the base of my neck, her lips hot against my skin as she kissed and nipped her way down toward my collarbone. Her touch was electric, each kiss a promise of more, making me shiver beneath her as I gave in to the pull of her desire.

I gasped, my body shuddering with each movement of her lips as she kissed her way down, taking my left breast into her mouth, her fingers expertly massaging my other breast. Every flick and tug of her tongue made me writhe beneath her, my body alight with fire and desire. I couldn't help but let out a low moan, the pleasure overwhelming, but the heat surging through my veins began to feel like more than just arousal. It was something else, something foreign, something burning beneath my skin.

Her lips left my breast, trailing lower, sending a heated path down my diaphragm, teasing the sensitive skin around my belly button. My breath came in shallow gasps, the rising heat in my body mixing with the pleasure she was giving me, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

As she reached the waistband of my underwear, I felt her hands push my legs apart, her touch gentle but firm as she slid them down my body. She discarded my underwear as though it were nothing, leaving me exposed, vulnerable beneath her intense gaze.

"Chris, stop, wait," I managed to gasp, the words trembling out, but the heat suffocating me made them feel almost impossible to say.

Chris ignored me, her eyes locked on my exposed flesh, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She ran a finger slowly down the inner flesh of my groin, and I felt my entire body tighten with anticipation.

"Are you ready for this?" she purred, her voice thick with lust, her eyes drinking me in like I was a temptation she couldn't resist.

But I couldn't focus on her words. The heat was overwhelming now, burning through my veins, my head dizzy with fever. My heart raced, but not from desire. It was something more. "Chris... I don't feel well," I whispered, my voice weak and shaky. The realization hit me like a wave—this wasn't just lust, this wasn't just arousal. My body was burning up, flushed with fever.

Chris's eyes widened, her gaze snapping up to meet mine, the smirk vanishing in an instant. Her expression shifted from lustful to concerned, and she quickly moved her hand from my body, her focus now on me instead of what we were doing.

"Oh, shit... sorry," Chris muttered under her breath, her voice now filled with worry. She leaned forward, her hand brushing my forehead. "Damn, you're burning up!" Her brows furrowed, and in an instant, she was off me, rushing over to the chest where she had placed the clothes.

I barely registered the motion, my body trembling, too caught up in the fever that seemed to cloud my thoughts. My skin felt too hot, my body too weak to keep up with the desire that had just been there. Everything was spinning.

"Come on, Sarah, we need to get you changed," Chris said urgently, her voice more serious now as she picked up the clothes she'd laid out earlier.

Her hands were gentle as she helped me sit up, but her concern was clear. She was no longer the confident, assertive woman from moments ago. Now, she was focused solely on me, on getting me comfortable, on making sure I was okay.