Next come my jeans. I unsnap the button then wiggle and push them down my hips.
Chase groans as if I’m hurting him. I straighten in front of him and press my knees together. Just knowing he wants me is making me wet.
“Come on,” I say, turning on my heel and walking away, leaving him with the sight of my naked ass. I can’t help but strut a little bit, wiggling my hips.
Chase catches up to me as I step into the bathroom and smacks me playfully on the ass.
I shoot him a sultry glare over my shoulder then wiggle my ass some more as I bend over and turn the water for the shower on.
“Do you want me to attack you?” Chase growls and reaches out, grabbing me by the hips. “Cause that’s how you get attacked and fucked.”
I want to laugh but it catches in my throat. The air in the bathroom already feels hot, steamy, and too thick. I pry his fingers off my hips and yank back the shower curtain.
“There will be no fucking tonight,” I tell Chase. “You’re getting a shower then it’s straight to bed.”
Chase grunts and arches his brow at me, “We’ll see about that.”
I sigh and step into the shower first knowing Chase will follow. The hot spray of water hits me and it feels so damn good, so welcome, I groan and immediately start to relax.
Chase watches me, his eyes darkening as they scorch across my body, drinking in my glistening skin. I slick my hair back, out of my face and I reach out, pulling him in.
Chase grunts as he steps close to me then his massive hands grab up my breasts.
“No, don’t,” my lips groan even as I arch my back.
“I can’t help it,” Chase growls and his hands work my slick breasts, molding them in his palms. “I need to touch you. I need to taste you.”
“No,” I gasp and rise up on my tiptoes as his hands squeeze and play with me. My nipples tighten into hard points beneath his rough, calloused palms. “I want to take care of you.” I place my hands over his hands to stop him.
“This is taking care of me,” he insists.
I shake my head and pry his hands off of me. “Please, Chase, just let me do this.”
Chase grumbles and allows me to remove his hands. By the arms, I grab him and maneuver him until it’s his body under the spray of water.
He watches me, stiff, tense, his muscles poised and ready as if at any moment he’s going to pounce on me. I grab up a bottle of his soap and squirt it into a rag. I reach up and the rag hits his shoulder with a little splat. I drag it down his arm, being gentle and light with my touch because I don’t want to hurt him. I repeat the same with his other shoulder, rubbing and dragging the rag down his arm.
As I wash him, I feast on the sight of his naked body, wet and glistening under the spray of the shower. Even bruised and battered, he’s beautiful, he’s powerful. There’s so much raw strength in every inch I touch, I can’t help but marvel at how firm and taut he is. How perfect he is.
Soon, I find myself not only dragging the soapy rag along him, but my other hand, my other fingers trace his lines. They follow his dark tattoos, spiraling out from his shoulders. They slide down the definition of his chest then dip into the ridges of his stomach.
“Avery,” Chase groans as I dip lower and lower.
I’m not even consciously aware of what I’m doing. I just have all these urges, all these impulses I’ve been resisting. I’m so done resisting them. So done resisting him. I’m just giving in. I’m doing what I want.
“God, I missed you so much, Chase,” I tell him as I drop to my knees and soap up his thighs. “I missed touching you.”
I rinse away the suds covering his thighs then stamp them with kisses. His legs shudder beneath me. Knowing that I have such an effect on him, that I can make him weak makes me feel so powerful.
Turning my face, I exhale, my warm breath blowing against his cock. His cock twitches and I lick my lips. I suddenly have to taste him. I have to have him in my mouth right now.
Dropping the rag it falls with a wet splash to the floor. I wrap my fingers around the thick base of his shaft and before he can stop me, I arch forward and take him into my mouth.
Chase groans and for a moment I have this sick feeling that I may have hurt him. I tighten my tongue against the bottom of his cock and peer up at him through the fringe of my lashes. I hold him like that, afraid to move, afraid I might be causing him pain because all he does is breathe deeply with his eyes closed.
Then his eyes flash open. They burn down at me, two dark embers smoldering me, igniting my core with a liquid fire. He reaches down and combs his fingers through my damp hair. Then he grabs me by the back of the head and pushes himself down my throat.
“Don’t stop, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I moan against his velvety flesh as he fills me, my lips stretching around him. Sucking in a deep breath to prepare myself, I fill my nostrils with his scent. He smells like the water, the soap, and musk.
I want to swallow all of him and I take as much of him as I can down my throat. But he’s too big and too thick. I find myself gagging and fighting it, tears filling my eyes before I accept it’s not going to work and give up.
Pulling back, I suck in my cheeks as I slide him out of my mouth until I’m sucking on only his head. I swirl my tongue around him in tight circles. I follow his vein, pressing against it with the tip of my tongue. In my hand, I feel his cock twitching. I can taste and smell his precum on my lips.
Closing my eyes, I push forward once more, taking him as deep as I can. Once he hits the back of my throat and I find myself gagging, I lean back, letting him slide out. I do it over and over, finding a rhythm I can handle.
“Is this how you want to take care of me?” Chase grits out, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I moan my answer against him, sliding my tongue back and forth as I savor the taste of him. I may be the one on her knees in the water, but with him in my mouth and in my hand, I feel like I have all the control. I have the power.
“Fuck, Avery, if you don’t stop I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I know he’s saying it as a warning but I take it as encouragement. I bet he’s close. Eagerly, I push myself forward faster. I suffer the gag for a second longer.
Chase’s fingers pull at my hair and he uses it to pull me off of his cock. His cock exits my mouth with a wet popping sound.
I whine and try to grab him but he grabs me by the shoulders and hauls me up.
“What the fuck, Chase?” I ask breathlessly as he pushes me into the tile wall. Did I piss him off? Why did he stop me? I know he was close.
“Not like that,” he growls and steps forward. “It’s been too long.”
One of his hands slides up, cupping my cheek. The other slides down and grabs my breast. “I want to bury myself deep inside you.”
He squeezes my breast then his fingers pinch and pull on my nipple. I groan, arching against the slick tile wall as it feels like my belly fills with a tight warmth.
Chase steps closer until I feel the sticky head of his cock poking me in the stomach. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
“You can’t,” I tell him. “You’re hurt.” My voice sounds soft and wispy. I feel so breathless.
Chase chuckles darkly.
I reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock. I stroke my hand up and down his damp length. He groans and I say, “Let me take care of you. I don’t want you to hurt.”
Chase reaches down and grabs me by the wrist. Then he lifts my arm above my head and pins that wrist to the wall. “Don’t you worry about me.”
His fingers drag down my cheek then travel down between the cleft of my breasts. My breasts feel incredibly heavy against my chest as I pant. My nipples are so tight, so hard, it almost hurts.
His fingers continue to drop lower and lower. My tummy tightens as his tips brush across it. He tells me to, “Just focus on what you feel.”
His fingers stroke across my mons and then slide through my soaked folds.
“Chase,” I gasp.
His head drops and he swallows my next gasp with his mouth.
Chase kisses me, his mouth, his tongue ravishing me as his fingers slide back and forth. My knees feel weak, now it’s my legs that tremble. It’s so hot, so steamy, I can barely breathe. I start to feel lightheaded only to be shocked into awareness as his thick fingers suddenly thrust into me.
My clit throbs against his palm as he pumps his fingers deep, all the while I can’t help but cry out into his mouth. He seems to enjoy my moans. Drinking them from my lips, savoring them. Pumping harder and harder the more I cry out.
Growling as I tremble.
“This is mine,” he tells me before his tongue lashes my tongue. “This sweet, wet pussy is mine,” Chase says, nipping at my lip.
I feel my core clenching, my walls tightening around his fingers. I’m so close, almost there. As if he can sense it, as if he was waiting for my body to tense, my muscles to stiffen, he suddenly starts demanding I, “Say it.”
“Don’t stop,” I whine and writhe against the wall. He has one hand pinned above my head but the other is free. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his wrist as if I could move him. I groan in frustration though because he doesn’t budge, he’s just too damn strong.
“Say it. Tell me,” he repeats and I feel his fingers twitch ever so slightly inside me.