Chapter 50
Chandler
“A bottle of sparkling cider,” I told the server who looked pleased to have a table on an early Wednesday afternoon.
The lunch hour hadn’t hit yet, and not a lot of people were necessarily enjoying a champagne brunch on a weekday.
But Gabriella and I were. She smiled at me from across the table as I continued placing an order for chocolate chip pancakes, over-medium eggs, bacon, and an assortment of fruit and breakfast pastries.
Gabriella and I handed the server our menus and she looked at me with that curious smile of hers, tilting her head just so that her hair fell across her face slightly.
“What?” I asked, matching her head tilt.
“Are you sure you don’t want to indulge in some real champagne?” she asked.
“I can’t very well drink a bottle all to myself. I want to be coherent when I take you to bed.” I lowered my voice at the last part, amused by the way she adjusted slightly in her seat.
“I’m not sure I’m going to be coherent with all the food you ordered.”
“Hey, baby’s gotta eat.” I shrugged. “Plus, you’ll need your stamina.”
She gave me a small kick under the table, her eyes growing wide. “Chandler!”
I laughed out loud. I loved the way I could make her squirm, in her seat and in between the sheets. I wondered why I had come up with this plan for brunch in the first place, when all I wanted was to get her home. But she deserved a proper celebration, and brunch would have to suffice for now.
“You know what?” I asked, a thought popping into my head.
“What?”
“This is our very first date.”
She looked confused for a moment, as if she didn’t quite believe it. I hardly could either. We had been through so much already. Hell, we were going to be parents. But the entire time, we had never gone out on a date.
“You’re right!” she said.
Just then, the server came by with our bottle of amber-colored sparkling cider. She twisted the top off with a little pop and poured it into two champagne glasses. It almost looked like the real thing. When she left, I raised my glass, Gabriella following suit.
“To our first date,” I said, smiling across the table at her.
“And to many more,” she said, clinking her glass to mine.
We both took a long sip, the sweet juice dancing on my tastebuds.
Soon our food came and we ate from the plates family style.
We talked excitedly about work and her pregnancy and plans for the apartment in preparation for the baby.
It was the best first date I had ever had.
It was completely backward, but it felt right. So right.
With full stomachs, we decided to walk home, enjoying the slightly brisk breeze that had orange and brown leaves floating toward our feet.
Her hand was clasped in mine and her head rested on my shoulder, the perfect spot where I could breathe in her familiar scent.
My heart was as full as my stomach. We walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city buzzing around us.
When we got back to the apartment, my nerves were dancing in my stomach for some reason.
I knew what I wanted to do. I could see it in her face too, but we didn’t ravage each other like we had in the past. It was like we knew everything had changed, and things were different.
Different, in a good way. In a way that we were more careful, tender, and slow.
We had all the time in the world, but it didn’t make me want her any less.
It was her who made the first move in the entryway of my apartment.
She wrapped her fingers around my tie and tugged it gently until I was just a few inches from her.
She looked up at me, her teeth digging into the flesh of her bottom lip.
My eyes were immediately drawn there and my cock throbbed at the sight.
I ran my thumb over her teeth, pulling her lip free just so my lips could enclose around it.
I sucked on it gently and felt her suck in a breath as her eyes fluttered closed.
She gripped my tie even tighter, closing the distance between us.
My body pressed against hers as she led me down the hallway to my bedroom.
As we walked, she kicked off her heels and I kicked off my wingtips.
With every couple of steps, more items of clothing came off.
Her blazer. My jacket. Her skirt. My pants.
We left a trail of laundry behind us on the dark, hardwood floor.
By the time we made it to the bed, I was down to my briefs and she was down to her pale pink bra and matching mesh thong.
Her knees hit the back of the bed and she fell onto it softly, scooching herself back toward the tufted headboard against the wall.
My eyes followed every move she made and darkened as she slowly parted her legs, giving me a view of her that had me wanting to plow into her immediately.
I stood at the foot of the bed, my erection growing hard against my briefs causing the fabric to strain.
Gabriella’s eyes fell to it and I watched her throat bob in quiet anticipation.
Her eyes stayed below my waist as she ran her fingers up her abdomen and over her the sheer fabric of her bra.
She circled her nipples lightly, playing with herself in a teasing way.
She knew exactly what she was doing, and was enjoying watching my cock twitch.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I whispered gruffly, watching her fingers encircle the darkened area of her nipple. I was eager to take it in my mouth.
“Do you want me?” she whispered breathlessly.
“More than anything.”
“Then get the hell over here,” she said, curling her finger toward herself.
I climbed onto the bed slowly, seeing her hips lift in anticipation.
I took my time, though. Two could play this teasing game.
I pulled my body over hers, hovering over her.
A few inches being the only thing that separated us.
She looked up at me, her hazel eyes full of lust. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers lightly, moving my kisses down her jawline and back up to the shell of her ear.
I spent some time there, taking her earlobe between my teeth and tugging slightly.
She whimpered, her hips bucking up once more. I chuckled softly against her ear.
Holding myself up on one elbow, I reached my hand down between her legs, trailing my fingertips against her inner thigh until they reached the mesh of her thong.
The fabric was thin, leaving little to the imagination and giving my fingers a preview of what was underneath.
Her slick, wet opening begging to be touched.
I trailed my fingers against her, hooking a finger under the fabric and pulling it to the side.
I ran my forefinger up her slit, my finger slick with her anticipation.
“Chandler,” she whispered desperately.
I smiled down at her before I clambered down her body, kissing her abdomen as I went.
I looked up at her as my head hovered just over her pulled-aside thong, feeling the heat radiating from her.
My eyes never left hers as I replaced my finger with my tongue, licking her opening from bottom to top.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she reached up and clenched the pillow behind her head.
I lapped my tongue against her, tasting her sweetness and holding her hips down as she squirmed.
When she let out a throaty moan, I knew she was already close.
I dove my tongue into her, feeling her surround my tastebuds.
She screamed, her back arching, though her hips were pinned to the bed.
With her head thrown back and her riding the waves of her orgasm, I quickly reached down and pulled off my briefs, desperate to feel the trembling sensation inside her.
I positioned myself where my tongue had just been and pushed my way inside her throbbing pussy.
Her head shot up as she looked at me in surprise.
I groaned as her wet walls pulsed around me, still riding that wave of pleasure.
She dug her heels into the bed and pushed her hips up to meet mine.
She grinded against my cock in a slow rhythm, looking up at me hungrily.
I didn’t even have to do anything as she moved underneath me, growing wetter as she led me deeper inside her.
Her fingers dug into my upper back as her movements became faster, more rhythmic. She was in control.
I rolled to my back, pulling her on top of me.
She reached behind her as she continued to move on me, unhooking the clasp of her bra.
The pink fabric fell away, revealing her amazingly plump breasts that bounced slowly with each rock of her hips.
Unable to help myself, my hands reached up and cupped them eagerly.
I massaged them, matching the rhythm of her riding my cock.
Her hands reached for my chest and she began to move faster.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
She smiled down at me, her hair falling around her face.
She was so fucking beautiful and she felt so fucking good.
She covered every inch of me, I didn’t think I could go any deeper, but then she adjusted her hips and I realized I could.
I let go of her perfect breasts and gripped her hips, pushing her down against me.
She let out a breathy scream as she looked down at our bodies connected.
I could feel myself losing control. I think she knew it too, because she reached up and grabbed her breasts, giving me a show as she threw her head back.
I moved her up and down my cock faster and harder until I exploded into her, leaving everything I had inside her.
She let out a cry, her hair brushing against the top of my thighs, as another orgasm ran through her.
She slowed her hips as she brought her head back up and looked down at me before she collapsed onto my chest. With my cock still inside her, she giggled against my bare skin.
“What?” I asked curiously.
“Working together is going to be terribly difficult when I know how easily you make me come.”
“Feeling is mutual,” I said into her hair that lay partly across my face.
She rolled off me and propped herself up on her elbow looking at me seriously. “You really think we can do this?” she asked.
“What? Work together?”
“Mhmm.” She nodded.
“We are going to do great things, Gabriella.”
“We aren’t too stubborn?”
“We are definitely stubborn, but I will say that I know how valuable you are. I promise to not be that asshole who doesn’t listen to your ideas. We are a team.”
I meant it, too. I needed her. Not just because she knew the ins and outs of the company, but because she was smart as hell and gave me a run for my money. She challenged me, and I loved the hell out of her for it.
She nodded and laid her head back down. We lay there holding each other, catching our breath as the golden rays of afternoon sun fell over us.
We talked about what our ideas were for the company, feeling content that we had the same vision.
It was so like us to be discussing work when we lay naked in bed. I knew I had met my match.
“You know…” she said, lifting her head. “I have some ideas on how to make the workplace more effective.”
I lifted a curious brow as she pulled herself on top of me, placing a leg on either side of me. My eyes roved up and down her body, growing hard again. She was the best business partner ever.