“What are you doing?” Chase questions then I hear his intake of breath, “Oh fuck,” He shoots up in a seated position and puts the remote down next to him. I smile at his response; it only makes me feel bolder. “Wow,” he says again, and I move closer, trailing my fingers along the edge of the bed.
“I found these in my bag. I thought you might like them.”
“Like them? I fucking love them.” He sits up on his knees and grabs my waist as I come to stand in front of him. He pulls me to him and his free hand moves to the hole at my chest, tracing the circle. “I really fucking love them.”
“I also found these, thought maybe we could put them to use.” I pull my hand from behind my back and show him the boxes. I can see his eyes widen even in the dim light and at the same time I can hear his intake of breath.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, and I nod. His mouth is on me in a flash, and I drop the boxes, hearing them clatter to the floor; not caring about anything but his touch. His hands move down to my bottom, and without warning he lifts me. A gasp passes through my lips. I can feel his smile against my mouth. He sits back and places me on his lap, I can feel him beneath me. My hips involuntarily begin to grind down on the bulge between my legs, and he squeezes me every time I do. It feels so right, and so good. He becomes ravenous with every thrust, and after about the fifth time, he growls and swiftly lays me on my back. I squeal out in surprise. His arms pull mine above our heads, and he nestles himself between my legs. His lips are moving all over my skin--my neck, down the base of my throat, and back up to my lips. He grinds himself against my core, and a moan escapes my throat. It becomes muffled by his mouth.
He pulls back abruptly. Both of us are breathing heavily. “Are you sure?” he gasps out. I nod again. “I've never been more sure of anything,” I whisper. His head falls onto my chest for a brief second and then he looks back into my eyes. Our hands are still interlocked above our heads.
His eyes move over my face. “I love you.”
“What?” I gasp, blatantly shocked at his admission.
“I am so in love with you, Veronica Russo.”
“I am so glad I waited for you, I love you right back.”
He smiles wider, then leans down, kissing me deeply. It's slow and sweet, and full of passion; until it's not. He begins his descent down my body while he's slipping the lace down my legs. He begins kissing the inside of my thigh, then moves on to the other leg and I squirm while waiting for him to do something. He chuckles. “I love having you at my mercy.” I'm about to speak--call him a tease--but his mouth is on me, and I'm squirming for another reason.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. It’s followed by a moan, and my hands move to his head. He works his magic as I'm climbing higher and higher until fireworks explode behind my eyes. My body quivers, and shakes. He climbs up my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his path. “I'll never get tired of doing that.”
I grin, somewhat shy, even though he just had his face near the most intimate part of me, “I thought we were going to have sex.”
He laughs lightly. “Yes. If that's what you still want, I would love to. It's not always comfortable the first time, or so I've heard. I want yours to be good.”
I touch his face softly, lean forward, and kiss him lightly. “It will be, because it's with you.” At that, he kisses me again, with passion. I pull at his shirt; I want it off. He rips his lips away, and I grasp at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It reveals his muscular, toned body. I run my hands down his chest and to the top of his waist--the bulge in his pants is very apparent. He doesn't stop me, so I dip my hand inside his sweats and take him in my hands. His head falls backward with a blissful groan. I understand what he means when he enjoys pleasing me because I feel like I'm on top of the world right now. I feel in control and sexy. I will never get tired of this, either.
Like ‘The Flash’--moving lightning-fast--he pins me back to the bed, nestles between my legs and grinds down. I twitch, still sensitive from my recent orgasm. His lips devour mine like it's the last thing he will taste, and I’m enamored. I arch up into him. I’m needing to feel him all over my body, and I want him inside me.
Although this is something I've never done, it's like my body just knows what to do. He disappears, and I open my eyes at the lack of his heat. “Remove my pants,” he tells me as his chest is heaving. I slide to the side of the bed and all while looking up at him--never breaking contact--I slowly pull his pants down. In front of me a glorious sight, I can't help but touch him. He's soft, and hard all at the same time. It's perfect.
He groans his approval, and with my other hand, I cup his balls. He jerks forward and hisses through his teeth. I love that I can explore him. I want to know everything I can to make him feel good. Remembering how much he liked my mouth on him, I lean forward and take him deep. His hand moves to the back of my hair, grabbing a handful, and his other hand moves to my breast which is still covered in the lace halter. He tugs it down, allowing both breasts to be free, and I twist into his touch. He pulls away, causing a pop from my mouth, and orders me to lay back. I do as he says. The turns on by the way he looks over my body and makes me squirm for his touch. He bends down and picks a box up from the floor, ripping it open hastily. Watching him sheath himself with the condom is insanely hot. It’s not a want, anymore, it’s a need. I need him inside me. He kneels before me and he leans down, wrapping his lips around my nipple. My back dips and he gives my other breast some much-needed attention. He continues to do this as he lines himself up with my center, then very slowly, and carefully enters. I suck in and hold my breath as I take in the slight pressure. His tongue that’s busy sucking on my nipple brings me immense, distracting pleasure. He slowly pushes forward a little more and lets out a groan. “Just a little more, baby,” he pants.
“Go,” I whisper back, wanting all of him. He moves forward and it's slightly painful.
“Are you okay?” he asks, then places kisses all over my face.
“Yes,” I answer, honestly. I am.
“You have no idea how good you feel,” he says. “I'm going to move. I'll start slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
He begins to move pulling out then pushing back in. With every motion, it becomes a little less uncomfortable, and I feel a little less pressure. He's not rushing, and he isn't rough. He continues to kiss me all over my face. “Baby,” he whispers in my ear, and I hum in response. “I need to move a little faster. If it hurts, tell me please.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “Alright.”
His pace begins to quicken, and he buries his face into the side of my neck, leaving light kisses and nibbles. The pain begins to subside as he continues to move and hits something inside my center. Spots start to cover my eyes, and pleasure spreads throughout my body, causing me to moan, light at first. “That’s it, baby.” His words send me over the edge, and I scream out his name. This orgasm is more intense than the first. His movements become more eager until he’s squeezing me tight to his body and releases a muffled moan. I smile and rub my hands down his back.
“That was amazing,” he says quietly. He lifts himself from my neck and looks into my eyes, “I love you.”