Chapter 49 #2
“Since when?” I growl.
Her cheeks heat. “I had a routine appointment with Dr. Lambert to remove my stitches a few days after I came home from the hospital. She said everything was fine and gave me a list of things I shouldn’t do for a few weeks. Engaging in sexual activities was pretty high on the list.”
“Understandable,” I say.
“I told her I wasn’t sexually active but expressed my interest in the pill. She helped me make an appointment. I started taking it a week later.”
My brain doesn’t work, and my silence sends her into a spiral.
“I, uh… Dr. Lambert said some guys don’t enjoy wearing protection, and I didn’t know what you’d like. I considered asking you, but then I thought not doing anything would make things weird and you’d think I was a tease and I—”
“Breathe, baby. Breathe,” I say when my brain remembers how to make my mouth work again.
“Are you mad?”
“Sweetheart, you just told me that you went on the pill so that I could have the option to choose how to take you,” I say with a grin.
“So you’re not mad?”
“No, Bookworm, I’m not mad. But that decision should be about you. It’s not up to me. It’s whatever makes you the most comfortable. Do you understand?”
“Have you…?”
“Never.”
“Do you want to?”
“I’d love nothing more than to be that close to you. To have nothing between us and spill myself inside of you and see how perfect you look marked as mine,” I say in her ear.
Her body shivers against me, and when I pull back and stare into her eyes, she rocks her hips into me just like I taught her. I let out a groan.
“Careful, sweetheart,” I say, but she does it again. “Erin.”
She moves her hips repeatedly until I lose it and pin her beneath me. I press into her.
Two can play this game, baby.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you naked beneath me.
The things I’ve imagined doing to your perfect little body.
The way I’ve ached to hear you scream my name.
” I push into her a little more and the breathless whimper she lets out has me so hard it hurts.
“Look at me, baby.” Her eyes open. “Good girl. Now, tell me you want this.”
“I want you, Eighty-Seven. All of you and only you.”
I press my lips to hers and swallow her moans. My hand travels down her body, and I cup her again.
Warm. Wet. Welcoming.
Vulnerability, trust, and love swims in her eyes, and it makes me realize it’s not a new look.
I thought after she said those three words I’ve been waiting to hear, the message in her eyes would be different but she’s looking at me how she always does.
She’s loved me all along.
I pull on the lace, and her panties rip in my hand. I toss it aside and stare at the most private parts of her. For a second time, my mouth goes dry.
I have no words for what’s in front of me.
She’s waxed bare, silky and smooth.
“You’re so damn perfect, Erin.”
“I like myself like this. Is that okay?”
I answer by pressing my lips to her pubic bone. Her back arches.
“You’re in control. If you want to stop, we stop. Understand?”
She nods.
I move closer to her sweet spot, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses across her perfect skin.
“Words, baby, give them to me. I always want to hear that pretty voice.”
“I understand.”
“May I?”
“Yes,” she whispers. I waste no time burying my head between her gorgeous thighs.
She moans as soon as my tongue touches her. I let out a groan and close my eyes, her taste melting on my tongue.
It takes every bit of my self-control to not take everything I want from her.
She’s already a mess, practically shaking beneath me.
I flatten my tongue and part her lips with my fingers, exposing her sweet center and that enticing little bud.
Her hands clench around the sheets as I taste.
I soak in her gasps as I keep her trembling legs parted.
I shift to kiss the inside of her thighs, missing her immediately. She’s a slice of heaven I never want to go without.
“Eyes on me, Bookworm. I want you to see me and only me, okay?”
She nods, and I push a single digit inside of her, keeping my eyes locked on hers. She’s so damn wet, my finger slips in with ease. Her eyes flutter shut instantly, her pussy tightening around me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” I say, hanging my head as I pump in and out of her leisurely. “Open your eyes, Erin. Tell me how it feels.”
“So good. Your fingers—they’re so big.”
A smirk traces my lips. “Baby, it’s just one.”
“What?!” she chokes out, her eyes bulging at the truth. “Oh, God.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. She’s just too adorable. I chuckle. “Careful, baby. My ego’s already plenty big.” I watch as my finger eases out of her in a sluggish manner. I want to give her more. “Do you think you can do another?” I ask, rolling my thumb over her clit.
She holds the blankets tighter, and I know she’s not sure, so I keep fucking her in slow strokes. Her eyes roll, and her chest heaves with faster breaths.
“Y-yes,” she whispers.
Pride shoots through me as I enter a second finger and drop my lips where they are.
“That... Oh.” Her back arches, her pussy tightening around me even more. Her moans tell me she’s close to free-falling off that blissful edge. Except, I want to see three fingers inside of her. A disgruntled moan I’ve never heard before escapes her when I softly push in a third digit.
“Chase… I…”
“I know,” I grit out, picking up the pace a little but not too much. I curl my fingers and press against her inner wall. She lets out the sweetest gasp.
This is it.
“Let go, sweetheart. Give me everything you have. Give me what’s mine. Come all over my fingers so I can taste you.”
My words are her undoing. She goes off like a rocket, her pussy nearly cutting off the circulation in my fingers.
I slow down as her muscles begin to relax and slip out of her. She looks up at me, completely sated, her skin flushed a ruby red. She watches intently when my fingers enter my mouth. I suck them clean, reveling in the flavor of Erin Silver Callahan.
“Delicious.”
I help her up, my hands smoothing up and down her arms. She surprises me when she reaches for the waistband of my sweats. I help her out with the rest and tug them down, along with my boxers.
I chuckle when she covers her mouth with her hand.
“Yeah, I know.” I smirk, taking in my length. I’m rock fucking hard.
“That… no way. Nope.” She shakes her head. I take her hand and kiss the inside of her palm before letting her feel what she does to me. “I can’t… You’re not going to fit.”
“I know you’ve read plenty of romance books to know that it always fits.” I wink at her when her eyes go wide in understanding.
Yeah, Bookworm. I bought and wrapped one hundred and seventy books from your Tbr list. I know what you like to read, you little minx.
Her eyes flick down to where our hands slowly stroke. “This is… have you touched yourself thinking about me?”
“Many times—in the shower, in this bed, around the house. I thought about my hands on you, yours around me just like this.” I hold her gaze as she lightly tightens her hold on me, and a groan escapes me.
“Is it okay that I’m a little scared? You’re just… wow,” she says, letting out a breath.
Her surprising tone snaps my protectiveness in half. I want to wrap her up and reassure every doubt she’s ever had.
“It’s more than okay. I’m right here. We’ll go slow. And we stop whenever you want. This is all at your pace. You’re in absolute control.”
“I want to know what you like,” she says.
“Can I see more of you?”
The loss of her touch is torturous as she releases me. She reaches for the bow I’ve been thinking of pulling since I realized it was the key to revealing everything I want to see.
“Can I?” I ask, pointing to it.
She drops her hand to her lap. I capture the end of the bow with my thumb and index finger, pulling until it begins to unravel.
I part the material and am graced with a full view of her gorgeous naked body. I remove it from her frame and toss it to the floor. It’s forgotten, along with her torn underwear. I stare at what I’ve only grazed so far with my fingers.
“You’re…”
I’m absolutely breathless.
“They’re small,” she mutters, reaching to cover herself with a blanket.
I hold my hand out to stop her. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”
“You’re pretty beautiful, too. I mean, hot. You’re hot and handsome.”
“Yeah you’ve told me that once or twice,” I say with a smirk, leaning forward to kiss her.
She wraps her hands around my neck, legs cinched tight on my hips. I stroke her thigh with one hand and gently rest my other around the back of her neck.
Rolling my hips, I rock myself against her heat. “I could stay wrapped up in you forever,” I say, pressing kisses along her collarbone. “You’ll fit around me perfectly, I know it.”
“Will it hurt?”
“The first time, but just for a little while.”
“You’ll really stop if I say?”
“In a heartbeat, baby. In a heartbeat.”
“I’m ready. Show me.”
Her trust is heavier than her weight against me. She doesn’t just want me, she’s choosing me.
I claim her lips again and lay her back down as I tower over her. Her legs part, and I nestle between the space she gives me.
She watches me intently as I line us up and slip my tip inside her. She suffocates me immediately.
Fuck, she’s tight.
I’m not going to last long at all.
I close my eyes as the sensation of being bare for the first time consumes me. It’s out of this world, and I know it’s only this incredible because it’s Erin.
It’s us.
I thrust in a little more and pause every few seconds, letting her get used to my size.
“Talk to me, Bookworm.”
“You’re so big,” she says, screwing her eyes shut as if the words themselves are too much to handle.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, wondering if I should tell her I’m not all the way in yet.
I thrust forward a little farther and her eyes pop open, her hand reaching out to capture my wrist.
My body immediately stops moving when I catch the tears filling up her lash line.
Shit. Maybe I really am too big.
“Erin?”
“Keep going,” she whispers, her hand landing on my cheek. “Just go slower.”
“I need you to relax, baby. Just breathe, okay? If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl. Eyes on me. Take a deep breath for me.”
She does as I say, and I capture her nipple in my mouth. She moans loudly. I release her on a pop. “Now, let it out and let me in.”
My mouth clamps on her nipple again. Her back arches, and I sink all the way inside her.
“Fuck. Me,” I bite out as I fall onto my forearms, my head right beside hers as she lets out a gasp and squeezes my biceps in a death grip. Her breathing turns fast, coming out in jerky gasps.
I cradle her head as teardrops leak out of her eyes. I swipe them away and claim her mouth, keeping us still until her breathing evens out.
“Chase,” she whispers against my lips. I soothe her, stroking her stained cheeks and peppering light kisses over her face.
“I know, baby, I know,” I say against her lips. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head. “Not anymore.”
“I’ll go slow, but I need to move.”
“I’m ready.”
The first flex of my hips is pure bliss. The second is ecstasy.
I devour her lips and thrust into her, my movements slow and damn near unbearable. It takes everything in me to not drill into her when her back arches from the bed again, to unleash everything and take the control I want.
“Fuck, baby, you feel amazing,” I rasp in her ear as I snap my hips into her, making her small tits bounce.
“I feel so full,” she chokes out.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. You were made for me. Next time, I’ll show you just how well you take all of me.”
“Oh,” she moans, and her pussy flutters around me.
My girl likes dirty talk. Huh, good to know.
“You like that idea, don’t you? You want to see how beautiful you look stuffed with my cock? You want to watch me take what’s mine?”
She moans in response and shifts her leg, opening herself up wider, which changes the angle and lets me sink even deeper inside of her.
Her eyes pop open, and her face relaxes into one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen, and I know I’ve hit the spot.
“Chase… I…”
“I’m right behind you.” I pull out and push into her a little harder.
She cries out, fingertips digging into my skin. I take her hands and lace our fingers together, pressing them beside her head.
“If you want all of me, Erin, you can have me. All of me forever,” I whisper in her ear.
Her walls clench around me so hard, I forget how to fucking breathe.
“Give me what’s mine, baby. Let go and come for me,” I rasp into the shell of her ear. That’s all it takes for her to combust.
She screams my name, and I empty inside of her, breathing heavily as she pulses around me and takes me for everything I have.
It feels like a solid minute passes.
When we come down from our high, we’re both panting, but she doesn’t let me go. She holds on to me.
I turn my head into the crook of her neck, kissing her cheek and breathing her in as she tries to catch her breath. All I can think is—this is what forever looks like.
I pull out of her and give her a quick peck on the lips. She whimpers at the motion, and I stare down at the beautiful mess we’ve made before going right back to kissing the girl I know I’ll love forever.