Beautifully Awake(49)

“This evening, Chase—it’s been a dream. How’d you plan all this?”

“We’re not in this corner for talking, Blue, we have some unfinished business, and I’m determined to keep up my end of the deal.” His sparkling gaze and heated words furthered the thrill and anticipation of what we were about to do. I tried to calm my heart and slow my breathing, both of which had kicked into overdrive. He placed me down, only to cup my cheeks and dive for my lips. My mouth parted to worship his tongue, drinking his flavors of wine mixed with chocolate. His taste was so scrumptious I couldn’t help but suck and lick, deepening the kiss. His hand reached the hem of my dress and dipped underneath, quickly finding the edge of my thong.

“Hmm, perfect access.”

I giggled at the thought of me standing in such a public place in nothing but my crotchless panties. I gasped at the reality of the situation, reaching fruition, knowing my boyfriend and his unrelenting ways. He dragged his fingers through my wetness. I moaned and rolled my hips spontaneously. After nine life-altering orgasms, my body was just as needy and achy as the first time. Holy shit was I addicted.

“Hold this up, baby.” I took the edge of my dress and held it up around my waist. “Damn did I invest well.” He planted a wet kiss right below my navel and languidly trailed wet kisses directly to my sex. He placed my leg over his shoulder and I flashbacked to this morning. The morning felt like ages ago. Time blurred. My mind trailed behind my very responsive body. His tongue brought me to the edge repeatedly, only to ease off. I begged and whimpered for more. I grabbed his hair and attempted to hold him right where I needed him.

“I know, baby ... I know what you want.” He clamped down over the spot I needed him most and pulse after pulse of pure heaven rolled through me. He held tight to my hips, lapping every last drop of my pleasure.

“Chase, oh god, I saw stars.” My legs trembled from the pure force of my orgasm. I clenched his shoulders for support.



“Fitting for the evening.” He chuckled as he found my mouth, giving me a taste of my pleasure. I moaned in spite of myself. “You taste so good.”

“Please, Chase, I need you.” I stroked him through his jeans, egging him on. He urgently undid his pants and pushed them down. I latched onto his hardening erection as he slowly pumped his hips against my hand. The burning need to have him deep inside was excruciating, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I positioned him at my entrance, begging him to fill me. Then I shocked myself: “I’m on the pill.”

“I know, that massive bag of yours couldn’t keep your pill case from rolling around my hardwood floor, but please tell me you are saying this now for a reason.”

“You knew, oh crap ... that was mortifying.”

I rolled my eyes and hung my head, meeting his forehead.

“Can we talk about how fucking adorable you were and how much I wanted you that night later? Truth, Blue, tell me if you’re sure, otherwise, I’ll stop.”

I believed him. I trusted him.

“I’m sure.”

He hoisted me up a little higher on the wall and sank himself into my slick hilt. My tight sensitive sheath clamped down around his warmth. Skin against skin, nothing between us.

“Fuck, you feel amazing, baby. Shit.” He slowly lifted my hips off his length only to thrust back in deeper. My head bumped the concrete wall. I struggled to control my frenzied breath. His mouth found that sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. His teeth grazed my skin and an erotic growl released from his throat. I lifted my head up and stared into his eyes. They were carnal and wanton, displaying a need so raw. Our chemistry was electric. The sex was on fire.

It was difficult to describe our connection. He continued to pound into me at an accelerated pace. In a matter of seconds, I screamed his name, feeling his warm release deep inside me. It should have caused anxiety, but it actually gave me a crazy sense of security. Chase’s eyes looked calm, peaceful and sated. I collapsed into his chest, wishing he was naked. He wrapped me in a tight hug, caressing my head and kissing my hair. I listened to his rapid heartbeat.

After breaking our connection, he asked, “Did you like the show?”



“Which one?” I teased. I smoothed my dress and dragged a finger under each eye to clear my smudged mascara.

“Always something sassy, baby. Come.” He entwined our fingers and pulled me out of the alcove. “The freshly fucked face is one I’m growing to love.” He lightly brushed his lips across mine.

Love. Luckily, I was drifting in a haze of bliss and exhaustion and not in the mood to over analyze anything.