“I want that, too.” And I do. I really do. His words are an aphrodisiac to my ego and body.
My panties slide over my knees and his mouth goes to my stomach, making me gasp. My body reacts, my pelvis moving closer to the source of pleasure. “The smell of you wanting me is such a fucking turn-on.”
Damn, he’s smelling me? “You can’t say things like that to me, Chase, and expect me to wait any longer.”
“Tell me how right we are together. Tell me, Lydia,” he demands as his mouth moves lower and lower and still lower until his hot breath blows across my aching middle. His tongue comes out and rolls across the outside of where I want him to be. “Tell me I can have you, all of you.”
I gulp in agony, needing him so fucking much. I’m weak to him, to the alcohol, and to this moment of pure ecstasy. “I’m yours, Chase, all yours.”
His tongue plunges as his lips take me and suck. I jump at the intense sensation. His hands grab my hips, and he steadies me on the bed as his mouth works wonders on me. I’m moaning louder than I’ve ever moaned and yet don’t care at all. This is carnal pleasure in its truest form.
I look up once just to see his face buried between my thighs. It’s so insanely hot to watch. But when two fingers join in the fun down there, and enter me, I cry out.
“I’m sorry, babe. Did I hurt you?” Chase stops and looks up at me.
My hands go to his head and push him back down to finish the job. “No, no. Feels so good. Please. Don’t stop.”
I feel him chuckle against my little bundle of nerves, the vibrations hitting the core of my being, and the swell of something wonderful starting to build deep down inside.
“Feels so good!” I say, dropping my head back down flat on the mattress, and draping my forearm over my eyes. I block out everything except the feeling of his mouth on me. Holy cannoli, he’s gonna do me in.
“That’s the plan, babe,” he says.
Did I say that out loud?
“Yes.”
My body blushes from the sensations and from my uncontrolled word spewage. But then it happens. The moon, the stars, and the sun align, and all is perfect in the universe as the tingling that started deep in the center of my body explodes in all directions, sending sparks flying over every inch of my body. I scream, fisting the covers in my hands to keep me grounded in the moment.
I’m in complete bliss before I feel his hands prying my thighs, that are currently vice-gripping his head, apart. His eyes are lazy and sexy, yet he looks hungry… for me. I’m so fucking lucky. He slides up, dragging his hard length along my soaked center. He sucks on my collarbone then moves to my neck. Whispering, he says, “I need to get a condom.”
He starts to descend down the bed to retrieve a foil packet, but my fingers tug his hair lightly, bringing him back to me, so I can see his face. “Don’t, I’m on the pill.” I’ve never had sex without a condom before, so I think it might be the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me speaking, but I need to feel him inside of me completely. I need more of this feeling we’re sharing. I’m also well aware of his dating history. He has never treated sex casually. “I need you now, baby.”
His eyes get distinctly lustier as he puts his weight back down on me and lines himself up using one of his hands. “Are you sure?”
“I want you. I’m so sure… Ahhhhh!” I sigh as he pushes in without hesitation.
His face is pained, and I worry for a brief second that I don’t feel good to him until he corrects that notion. “God, babe, you feel better than amazing,” he says through gritted teeth, easing my worry in an instant.
One more push forward and he’s deeper, going as far as he can, pelvis against pelvis, and he waits. I want to say he’s waiting for me to acclimate to his size, but I think he’s acclimating to me just as much.
Leaning down, he kisses me while starting a slow rhythm with his hips. But I need more of him, so I wrap my legs around his middle and start moving against his steady pace, encouraging him to speed up. He does, and he feels so right. We have wasted so many years not doing this. Why were we not doing this every single day?
“Oh, Chase, you feel so good.”
“So do you, baby,” he says with a moan. I can tell he’s getting close. His nice rhythm has been thrown off and replaced with a more erratic one. But the shift is to my benefit and each movement of his hips hits me just where I need it most.
After three more crazy swivels, I come again, lost in all that is Chase and this incredible connection we have.
He drops his head against my shoulder as a series of muttered words escape him, his body tensing as I pulse through my orgasm. Shortly after, we both collapse together from ecstasy and exertion.