I placed my feet on the mattress to bring up my knees. Chase pushed one hand beneath my bottom, holding me firmly as he pumped his cock inside of me. Tender rippling waves, left behind by my orgasm, seemed to renew themselves as Chase filled me again and again.
"Fuck, Macy, you're so tight, so beautifully tight." He moved a little harder and faster, no longer holding back as much. It seemed he'd passed that same place, that point of no return that he had so deftly introduced me to. The muscles in his back hardened and tensed under my fingers as he pushed inside of me once more. A low guttural sound between a groan and a grunt sounded in his throat, and he closed his eyes as he came.
He lowered his mouth to mine as the tension flowed out of his body and his breathing slowed. He rested down next to me and pulled me to him.
I snuggled my nose into his chest, breathing in his manly scent.
He rubbed his chin on the top of my head and tightened his arms around me. "How are you feeling?"
I lifted my face and looked at him. "Complete. And a little underwhelmed."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, jeez, sometimes my word choice baffles me. I mean so many of my girlfriends warned me that it was painful and unpleasant and just altogether kind of boring. I'm underwhelmed about that because it was only a split second of pain, not at all unpleasant and I wasn't bored. Not even for a second. Of course, none of them had Chase England for their first experience." I ran my fingers along his strong jaw. "Or at least I don't think they did. But if the first three entries on Google are correct, I suppose it's mathematically possible."
"A lot of exaggeration, I promise. Click bait is only successful if things are grossly overstated."
I laughed. "I know. I'm kidding you. Was I your first virgin?" I asked.
He slid his chin back and forth in thought. "Huh, now that you bring it up, yeah, you are. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen with the neighbor's babysitter. She was seventeen and knew what the heck she was doing, so I'm pretty sure she wasn't a virgin. Wait, no I take it back. My first real girlfriend in high school was a virgin. But since I didn't really know what the hell I was doing, she might just still be one. Not completely sure if everything connected right. We broke up the next morning. Her idea. I couldn't blame her for that. I was a clumsy clod in the backseat of my dad's car."
"Then how are you feeling?" I asked, cuddling closer.
He squeezed me in his arms. "Like a teenager, but far less clumsy."
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chase
Late afternoon had turned to evening while Macy and I slept. I heard her slip out of bed and step into the shower as I drifted in and out of dreams. Now I could hear her in the kitchen.
I climbed out of bed, pulled on my pants and walked out to the front room. "Something smells good."
"I hope you don't mind, there were some eggs that were still usable and an onion and potatoes. I'm making a scrambled egg hash."
I climbed up on the stool at the kitchen counter. Macy had pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She quickly chopped an onion into perfect tiny cubes.
I hopped off the stool. "Do you want some wine?"
"Yes, please."
I walked to the wine refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. I yanked out the cork and poured us each a glass. I handed her the wine and put my glass down because I badly needed to touch her.
My hands wrapped around her tiny waist. "You wield a knife like a chef, but you sure as heck don't look like one." I kissed her shoulder. "How long does it take to cook that? I'm feeling more hungry than hungry, if you catch my meaning." My cock bulged in my jeans. I pressed it against her bottom.
She laughed. "Yes, you make that meaning pretty clear." She put down the wooden spoon she'd been holding and spun around in my arms. “I'd say we could eat in twenty minutes. Does that work for you?"
"Twenty minutes will be plenty of time." I took hold of her hand.
"Oh, wait, let me turn off flames and things." She reached for the stove and laughed as she stretched her arm to the dials as I pulled her away.
I led her back down the hallway.
"The eggs might be rubbery and the potatoes mushy," she complained.
"That's what happens when you decide to climb out of bed without my permission." I slapped the door open with my palm.
"My mistake. Next time I'll ask permission." She scurried past me and jumped onto the bed with enthusiasm. She stood up on the mattress and whipped off her shirt and bra. "I think I'm ready again. God, does that make me loose? I mean I just lost my virginity, and I'm ready to give it another go."
I stood next to the bed and reached up to open her shorts. I pushed them down and her panties came with them. She hopped a few times to get free of her clothes and stumbled toward me with laughter. She wrapped her arms around my head. With her standing on the bed, my face came to her breasts.
"Huh, I like this." I suckled on her nipples, bringing each one to attention. Then I lowered my mouth to her stomach and kissed her. I looked up at her. "Do you want to be on top this time? It gives you more control, in case you're sore."
"On top? Control? Sounds fun. Why don't you just stretch that gorgeous man body out on the bed and let the master take over. But drop those pants first, buster. Haven't got all day."
"And to think I worried about pushing you into this too fast," I quipped as I pushed my jeans off. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. I lowered my head to the pillows and rolled on the condom. I stretched my arms out. "Have your way with me, master, or should I say mistress. Just be gentle."
Macy threw her leg over me and straddled my hips. She backed her ass up toward my erection as she lowered her body against mine. She kissed me and wriggled her bottom against my cock. I grabbed her hips to hold her there.
"Thought I was in control," she said.
"I lied." I lifted her up, and she positioned herself over me. I eased her down over me, my cock once again being swallowed by her perfectly snug little pussy. "Fuck, Macy, that feels so right."
She bit her lip and pressed her hands against my chest, driving me deeper as she lowered herself down.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"The rush of good sensations far outnumber the bad."
I impaled her to her core. I remained still after that, not wanting to push her too far, letting her have that control I'd mentioned. She braced her hands against my chest and rocked back and forth, feeling me inside of her, brushing over places that had never been touched. It took her no time to start working her clit against me. Her head lulled back and her long lashes fluttered closed as she concentrated on working her pussy over me.
"Is it always like this?" she sighed. "When you're inside of me, I feel like we're so connected, like you can see inside of me and know my most intimate thoughts." She opened her eyes as she stretched back farther, taking in every inch of me.
"It's not always like this, Macy." Her question had surprised me, and my reaction, the sudden realization that this was different for me, had stunned me even more. The truth was that I'd never felt this way with anyone.
I held Macy's hips as she moved back and forth over me. I watched as her lips parted to release soft sounds. Her breasts pressed together as she pushed her hands against me. I moved my hands to her ass, to help her move. Her knees squeezed against me as she sat straight up and lifted and fell over me, sheathing me with her tight pussy over and over again.
Her breaths came in quick spurts. She leaned back down, pressing her hands against me for support. Her ass contracted in my hands, causing her pussy to tighten around my cock, milking me closer to orgasm.
"Oh, Chase," she cried out as her pussy clenched, and her body trembled over me. The sound of her crying out my name pushed me off the cliff and my release came. Our bodies melted together in orgasm.
She collapsed down onto my chest and rested her face against my shoulder. I smoothed my hands over her back as our heart rates slowed and the fevered heat between our bodies cooled.
I held her like that for a long while, listening to her breathing slow and the occasional satisfied sigh ushering from her lips. She lifted her head and smiled down at me. "I think I'm getting pretty good at this."
"I'd say you're a very fast learner."
She lowered her head to my shoulder again. "That was well worth the prospect of rubbery eggs and mushy potatoes."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Macy
Chase pulled the car out onto the highway. I looked longingly back at the beach house and then turned forward and slumped against the seat. "Ugh, after that I'm really not looking forward to going home for an afternoon of baking."
I reached over and rubbed my fingers along Chase's arm. "Thank you for those blissful hours when I forgot about work and everything else. And thank you for . . . well, you know. I feel like I'm part of the adult world now."
"It was my pleasure. And I mean that in every sense of the word."
"What other things will you be putting in the Sweet Spot box? I assume there will be more to it than a piece of chocolate."
"I haven't seen the final collection yet, but I will bring one to you as soon as it's finished. I think we could have some fun with it. In fact, I know we could."