Chapter 19 #2
Both times had left me feeling like I was unraveling, and I’d thought it was because of what had been happening in each instance. One good, one bad. But now I knew differently.
I’d gotten it a couple of times today, and there was something about hearing her call me baby that stole my breath in the best way imaginable. I didn’t think it’d ever grow old.
But if I wanted to continue to hear that word from her, I needed to get over this feeling. And if there was anyone I thought I could trust with this, it was Chloe.
Twisting my neck, I looked back at her. “I’m just struggling a bit.”
She sent a reassuring smile my way. “Okay. Let me help you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
I turned fully to face her. “You’ve given me the opportunity to touch and taste and explore your body, and it’s everything I imagined it would be and more. I know you want that same opportunity with me, sweetness. I want you to have it, but I need you to understand something.”
Chloe’s expression grew concerned. “What is it?”
“I don’t want you to be disappointed,” I revealed. “And I’m not real keen on winding up humiliated, either.”
“Why would you think I’d be disappointed? Hawk, this has been beautiful tonight.”
“It’s been twelve years, Chloe. Twelve years since I’ve been touched by a woman like I expect you’re going to want to touch me.”
“Do you… Do you want us to stop?” she stammered. The look on her face told me that sex wouldn’t be the only way I could disappoint her.
“No. I want nothing more than to feel your hands on every part of me, but this is a big deal for me, too. I never thought I’d have this experience.”
Chloe’s hand cupped my cheek, her thumb stroking my skin. “You didn’t think you’d ever have sex again?”
“Yes, but that’s not all. I’m mostly referring to the intimacy of sharing this experience with someone I actually care about.”
She smiled at me. “You mean so much to me, Hawk. I care about you, too.”
I nodded. “I know you do.”
“Well, if you know that, you should also know that I’d never make you feel bad about what happens here tonight. You’ve already given me two orgasms, baby. If you need to get one out of the way, it’s okay. I don’t have anywhere else to be tonight, so we can work ourselves up to another round.”
This woman.
This stunning woman was an absolute treasure.
And though I knew I’d work my ass off every day to give her the world, I wasn’t sure it’d ever be enough to make me worthy of her.
“How’d I get so lucky to find you?”
Chloe didn’t answer. At least, not with words.
She scooted closer, curled her naked body up in my lap, and kissed me. It didn’t take long for all the nerves I felt to melt away.
Warmth infused my body, my stomach fluttering. I gave myself the opportunity to just bask in the moment, to not worry about how it would all go down. The longer we kissed, the more the tension eased out of my body.
Eventually, Chloe separated her mouth from mine and asked, “Can I undress you, Hawk? I want to touch your skin and see your body.”
It was a good thing that I was sitting. The thought of this gorgeous woman undressing me made my knees weak. “Yes.”
The corners of her mouth tipped up with a smile as her hands came to the hem of my shirt.
She whipped it over my head and tossed it aside, then pressed herself close and kissed me again.
She could give me nothing else but the feel of her soft, warm skin against mine for the rest of my life, and I’d die a happy man.
Chloe pulled back, looked down at my chest and abdomen, and wore a proud smile. “I knew it. From the first day I saw you, I just knew these tattoos would cover you.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
Her fingertips wandered, journeying up my arms, over my shoulders, across my pecs, and down my stomach. My skin tingled with her touch, and when she made it to the fly of my jeans, she looked at me with hooded eyes. “I’d like to take these off.”
Hating the idea of not having her in my lap but knowing it’d probably be better for both of us if I was standing, I lifted her in my arms, stood, and placed her back on the bed.
As I stood in front of her, barely breathing, Chloe unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I wasn’t sure if it was easier or more difficult that she was taking her time. But it was like she said—we had nowhere else to be.
After pushing my jeans to the floor, leaving me in just a pair of boxer briefs, Chloe brought her hands to my hips and looked up at me. Then she slid one hand over my length and squeezed.
I hissed at the touch. “Fuck.”
“Do you like that?”
“Love it.”
Chloe did it again before rubbing her hand up and down my shaft. My hands balled into fists, my breathing growing ragged.
A new kind of tension took hold of me when Chloe’s hands went to my hips, curled around the waistband of my underwear, and pulled them down my legs. My cock sprang free, and it was a mystery how I didn’t come on the spot at the way she licked her lips.
Those gorgeous hazel eyes met mine as she wrapped her hand around me. My body was taut as I tried to settle myself, to tamp down the excitement.
Then she stroked me.
“Chloe,” I groaned.
She smiled again. “Does it feel good?”
“It feels amazing.”
“You’re breathtaking, Hawk. Every inch of you, inside and out, is exquisite.”
There it was again. This woman making it clear she saw me as someone who mattered. I’d be forever grateful for her.
“What would you like?” she asked, her voice so soft and sweet. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I could think of no less than half a dozen things I’d like to do with and to her. Those perfect lips, that velvety tongue, would be nice wrapped around me. No question about it. But there was something else I wanted even more.
“I want to be inside you. Desperately.”
“Where specifically?”
“Between your legs.” My voice was rough, low.
She nodded her understanding, released me, and scooted back on the bed.
I nabbed a condom off the nightstand—ever since we’d gotten serious, I decided to have some on hand—and rolled it on.
Then I joined Chloe.
Climbing into my bed, watching the way she focused her attention on me, and seeing how she opened her legs to invite me in had my insides trembling. This felt even more nerve-wracking than my first time as a teenager.
Maybe it was because I cared now. Because I wanted this woman to love being with me.
Settling my hips between her parted thighs, I lowered myself to my forearms, framed her face with my hands, and kissed her. The kiss went on for a while, with Chloe squirming beneath me. I knew what she wanted, and I still held myself back.
But then she tore her mouth from mine and begged, “Hawk, please.”
I couldn’t deny her any longer.
So, I reached down between us, positioned myself, and returned my attention to her beautiful face. Then I pushed inside.
Fuck.
Fuck!
“Chloe,” I groaned. Her tight, wet heat wrapped around me, leaving me questioning why I’d waited so long to take this step with her. “Fuck, you feel like a dream come true.”
She sent a sweet smile my way, her delicate hands framing my face. “You feel wonderful, baby. Are you okay?”
Chloe was checking in with me. Her compassion and kindness knew no bounds.
“The best I’ve ever been,” I answered.
Her thumb brushed along my bottom lip. “Me, too. Do you want to move?”
I jerked my chin down slightly. “Yeah.”
Then I moved.
I forgot about the nerves and unnecessary pressure I’d put on myself for weeks and just moved. Enjoyed myself. Enjoyed Chloe.
She moaned. “Baby.”
I enjoyed that, too.
“You’re so beautiful, Chloe. So fucking beautiful.”
“Hawk,” she breathed.
God, I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not at all. Not when she looked and sounded and felt like this.
I shifted, sending my hand down between us, and used that to help her along. As I thrust into her, my fingers worked her clit. Chloe rolled her hips, matching mine, stroke for stroke.
“Sweetness, are you close?”
“Baby, I’m so close,” she whimpered.
My hips moved faster, my thrusts harder.
“Oh, Hawk.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. “I’m going to come.”
I wanted to watch, but I couldn’t. My head dropped back, my muscles tensing as my orgasm tore through me. I worked us through to the end, my hips slowing until they finally came to a stop. Then, I buried my face in her neck and fought to regain control of my breathing.
There was nothing better.
Nothing better than being buried inside Chloe, her arms and legs wrapped around me, and both of us panting heavily after coming together.
After some time, I turned my face to the side, touched my lips to her cheek, and kissed her. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve had three orgasms, Hawk. I’m not sure how I could be better.”
I chuckled. “What if I grabbed something to get you cleaned up before cuddling with you in my bed?”
She rolled her head in my direction and grinned. “I stand corrected. That could make me feel even better.”
If it hadn’t been for the condom, I might’ve stayed where I was a lot longer.
But wanting to dispose of it, I begrudgingly pulled out, went to the bathroom, and tossed it.
After getting Chloe cleaned up, I slid beneath the blankets with her and tucked her close to me.
We were facing one another, her leg draped over my side.
I had my hand resting on the back of her thigh.
“We’re going to take a little break, and then I’d like to do that again,” I informed her.
“Again?”
“If it’s alright with you, I have a lot of things I’d like to do with this sweet body of yours.”
“Okay,” she whispered, placing her hand on my chest.
We stayed like that for a long time, with me saying a silent prayer of thanks for the privilege of meeting this woman.
“Hawk?” Chloe called after some time.
“Yeah?”
“You didn’t come close to disappointing me,” she shared.
An overwhelming sense of pride and satisfaction washed over me. And maybe a hint of gratitude. Because I got the distinct feeling that if it hadn’t been for Chloe, this wouldn’t have gone nearly as well as it had.
“You really are a dream come true, Chloe. I hope you know that.”
She pressed in closer, her breath warm on my skin. “You’ve made me so happy, baby.”
With that admission, I smiled.
Then I rested for a while with my girl.
And our break didn’t last for too long. We both eventually did some teasing with our fingertips, which led us into round two.