“Tell me what you want, baby.” Baby. No one had ever called me anything so endearing before. My head spun with emotion. “I need to see you come first, then when I’m buried deep inside you, we’ll come together.”
The magnitude of those words clogged my throat. How could I ever admit that no man had ever brought me to that place, let alone twice?
“Answer me, Blue.” His guttural growl was impatient; his eyes commanded an answer.
“I never...” My voice was barely audible. I was at a total loss for words. “Please, just touch me.”
A flicker of something crossed his eyes, and I hoped he wasn’t going to press me further. I was already in a delirious state, beyond aroused and needy.
He brought his wet fingers to his lips and sucked. “Baby, you taste so delicious. I can’t wait to feast on your sweetness ... you want these back?” He wiggled his fingers in front of my eyes.
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded, and my eyes fell shut, waiting for his touch. I was going to lose my mind in endless anticipation. He pushed a tendril of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. The motion brought back highlights from sushi dinner. My sex clenched impatiently again.
“Baby, open your eyes, I want to see you. I need to see your face when you come for me the first time.” His words were too erotic; they almost pushed me over the edge. Is this really happening to me?
He reached down and stroked me while he found and sucked my breast. I couldn’t focus on anything but every stroke and every touch. Eagerly waiting for the moment he sunk back inside. I whimpered and pleaded with my eyes, gripping and pulling the shit out of his hair. His rhythm never wavered.
“I know this is what you want.” And in one smooth motion, he thrust two fingers deep inside, stretching my sensitive walls. The pressure was so intense that I came instantly. Shattered. My hips thrust uncontrollably against his delicious fingers. I shuddered a moan as the wave of ecstasy pulsed through me.
“Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear what I do to you.”
“Oh yes.” My body convulsed around his fingers, and he continued at a feverish pace. My eyes never fluctuated from his passionate stare.
No one had ever made me come before. Ever. I had no choice but to hang on and ride it out. Chase let me ride my wave until my body calmed, and my labored breathing slowed. He removed his miracle fingers, caressed my thighs and passionately claimed my mouth.
“Blue, that was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, baby, they went from crystal clear blue to midnight. I almost came just watching you. Fuck, I need to be inside you. I can’t wait a second longer.”
Still coming down from my wave, I watched him frantically rip the fly of his tailored black suit pants open, tugging them down enough to release his straining erection. It was immense. Intimidatingly long, hard and ridged. He was stunningly beautiful. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship his taste. Did I just think that? Not in a million years had I imagined hearing those words in my head. The meaning was overwhelming.
I tentatively ran my fingers down his length and he groaned in response. I was in awe. Did he want me just as much as I wanted him? He reached around and pulled a foil packet from his back pocket. It was ripped open and sheathed him in record time.
“Ready, baby?” He was making sure I was ready. He cared. With that one gesture, he took the time to appreciate and respect my body like no one else ever had. I exploded with want. The emptiness he created was eager to be filled.
“Blue. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you. I need to know you’re ready.”
The whisper barely escaped my throat, “Yes,” and I felt him at my entrance. In one continuous motion he buried himself, painfully stretching me to the point of pure pleasure. I cried out and he instantly swallowed my groans. He deserved to hear what he was doing to me. “Oh god, Chase, you feel so good.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me ... fuck, baby.”
My hips drove forward, meeting his thrust. Perfect synchrony. He pulled almost completely out before slamming back into me with increasing force. Over and over, his pace was punishing. The fire in my core built again, and I matched him thrust for thrust. I am going to come again.
“Let it go, baby, come. Now.”
On command, I arched back, and this time I screamed his name. It violently ripped through me; this orgasm more intense that the first. With two more thrusts, Chase’s body shuddered against mine, and he groaned what sounded like my name. Deep inside I felt his final jerks. He stilled and tucked me tightly against his sweat-beaded chest. The intimacy of his embrace matched the entire experience. Perfect.
“You think you can stand?”
My legs were a wobbly mess, but I nodded confidently anyway. He had been holding me with such ease since we walked through the door.
He gently lowered me down, never letting go of my waist, and quickly dealt with the condom.
“Let’s get you to bed.” He pulled his pants up with one hand and then swooped me into his arms effortlessly, like I belonged there.
“Down the hall on the right.” I snuggled into the crook of his arm.
“I know, baby. This will be my second time putting you to bed.” He grinned cockily.
“Chase, we still need to talk.” The week-long silent treatment still loomed.
“We will.” He kissed the tip of my nose. I couldn’t help but smile. I had never seen Chase like this. Relaxed. Content. Sated. His gorgeous eyes still held heaviness but Dr. Intensity was gone, at least for now. And I liked it. I liked Dr. Sexy. Holy shit, did I.
8
First do not harm
My small apartment was all of two and a half rooms. It took Chase’s long legs seconds to reach my bedroom, or should I say, nook. Like the entrance hallway, the same long windows flanked the ten-foot walls. Flowing silk pewter draperies secured my privacy but left the top perimeter of glass bare, allowing natural light to filter in.
I fell in love with the space the day I moved in, but never appreciated it more than I did watching Chase lower me onto my bed. His bare chest and face was illuminated by the soft glow of the night sky. He was dangerously breathtaking.
“Baby, I need to move the car. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He gently lifted the sheet over my naked, sated body and palmed my cheek. He ran the pad of his thumb softly across my bottom lip. Mmm. Definitely not moving. Ever.
“Okay.”
Chase turned and quickly disappeared into the darkness beyond my nook. I heard him grab what I could only assume was the remnants of his shirt off the floor, followed by the click of the door. He was gone less than a minute before reality dawned on me. The only reason to re-park the car was if he was planning on staying ... the night ... with me. A pang pinched my side and my stomach flipped.
I just got mind-blowingly fucked against a wall and the thought of Dr. Orgasm spending the night with me made me suddenly nervous. Really, Lil? Thinking to yourself in third person was never a good sign, so I abruptly ended my lunacy and raced to the bathroom, hoping to get cleaned up before Chase got back. Time was tight.
As dreamy as the “don’t move” plan sounded, my post-sex reality was a far cry from all my romance novels. It had been a really long time, not that I could ever compare tonight to any experience I had in the past, but I vaguely remembered the “freshly-fucked” look not being my best. My mascara-smudged face screamed anything but sexy. Not to mention my thighs felt like they were stuck together with Elmer’s glue. Thank god for Sierra, her pre-wedding laser hair removal obsession totally worked out in my favor.