Chapter 23 #2
Shaking his head, he walks over, his big junk swinging between his legs. “Lex,” he warns, catching my stare, “you’re not in any condition for that either.”
Wiggling out of my panties, I chuck them at him. He catches them mid-air and brings them to his nose.
“What do they smell like?” I giggle.
“You.” He inhales another breath, then joins me in bed beneath the covers.
He’s toasty warm, curved against my back. His arm drapes across my waist, and his legs are tucked behind mine. All wrapped in him like a cocoon, I drift off to his whisper. “Night, Blue.”
When I wake hours later, the room is still and dark, but my body is thrumming.
My breasts are full and tender, and my nipples ache.
My core is pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
Had I dreamed of something erotic? Or was it just having Chaz naked and pressed up against me that penetrated my subconscious?
I turn gingerly in his arms. I’d shared a bed with Richard on those dreaded “sex nights” he scheduled, but we never cuddled.
Chaz was my first big spoon, and it was wonderful.
I lift myself onto one elbow to look at him.
Slivers of moonlight peek through the blinds, slanting over his face, relaxed in sleep, the onyx durag gleaming.
His breath is slow and even, and his long eyelashes fan over his cheeks.
Despite his repose, he still possesses the magnetic energy that draws me to him as if by some silent, invisible force.
With a faint touch, I trace his bearded jaw.
The hair is dense and soft, like a furry pelt beneath my fingertips.
I press my thighs together, knowing I should get back to sleep with six AM right around the corner, but my body is too wide awake.
My mind is tangled in a web of want and regret over what we started earlier that I couldn’t finish.
I know how much I love making him come. The sounds he makes, the intense look of pleasure on his face, the gratifying feel of his release, coursing and shuddering through him.
Chaz must be as desperate to experience that from me as I am. In hindsight, if I hadn’t been such a lightweight with the weed, it might have relaxed me enough to let go. But I was too high, and Chaz would never have taken advantage.
A foreign emotion, a mix of deep affection and longing, rises inside of me. He stirs, his eyes slowly opening, dark and intense, as if attuned to some signal from me. For a moment, we just stare at each other.
He reaches out to brush my hair off my cheek. “You okay?” he rasps in a sleep-roughened voice.
“Yes, something just woke me.”
“What?”
Could I really tell him?
“What is it, Blue?”
“I’m . . . I’m aroused.”
“I know,” he says, his gaze igniting into something primal. “I can feel it bouncing off you.”
I’d read that some people are so intrinsically connected they can sense or feel what their partner is experiencing.
Had he felt it in his sleep? I lower my hand to find him hardening with gratifying swiftness.
He groans as I stroke him up and down, and then he eases me onto my back.
He teases my lips with the tip of his tongue but withholds the kiss I crave.
“Chaz.”
“I love your mouth, Lex. Saving it for last.”
I swallow hard, so turned on, I don’t care where he starts or ends, as long as he’s touching me.
I lift my back enough for him to whip off my shirt.
His lips and tongue pay homage to my neck and shoulders, my arms, my torso while he runs his index finger through my wet cleft.
I gasp on keening moans as he circles my tender nipples with his damp finger, then licks off my essence.
“I love the way you taste,” he groans as if I were a gourmet meal.
Richard thought oral sex was disgusting. But my thoughts scatter when he kicks the covers to the bottom of the bed and slides into a prone position. He spreads my legs and settles his shoulders between my thighs, gazing up with lust-drugged eyes.
“You’re so beautiful here. All over.” He pushes two fingers inside me with a gentle thrust.
My back bows off the bed as my sex clenches around him.
“You smell good.” He breathes deeply. “Can I put my mouth on you, my tongue in you?”
Oh, God. I’m panting for him, my hips circling unbridled on his thrusting fingers.
“You . . . don’t have to . . . do that.”
“Baby, I’ve been dying to eat your pussy.” His grin is both wicked and eager. “I want to bury my face in your juices, lick you up and down, and drink every fucking drop.”
My core ripples over his continuous stroking and the rawness of his words. “Yes,” I breathe, begging. “Please, Chaz.”
“I got you, Blue.” When his tongue touches my swollen clit, fluttering over it, my hips buck upward with a force that nearly dislodges him.
He stills my frantic movements, bracketing my thighs with his arms, lifting them over his shoulders, and canting me in place.
He groans softly at me spread out in front of him, and then dives between my legs.
His tongue pushes into me like a velvet spear, thrusting the way his fingers had.
Only this is more erotic, and the way I’m restricted makes the sensations more intense.
This is my first foray into oral pleasure, and holy hell! My eyes want to close, but I can’t stop watching his dark head moving between my legs.
“Fuck, Lex,” he grits out, “I’ve wanted my mouth on you ever since the day we met. Does it feel good, baby?” He looks up, his lips and beard glistening, covered in the evidence of just how good it is.
I nod frantically, my hips churning as much as his hold will allow, and I squeeze my breasts, pinching the nipples, feeling wanton like a red-hot siren.
He watches me, too, his gaze feral as he applies that same velvety softness to my clit, swirling the tip of his tongue in circles.
“Chaz!” I thrash from the onslaught, grabbing at his head for purchase as if I might fly away from the sheer bliss of those soft laps and rhythmic suction. Then he groans against me, making it even better as the vibrations intensify my pleasure. I know he’s every bit as crazily turned on as I am.
That is its own aphrodisiac. He releases one thigh, his fingers teasing the rim of my entrance, and I swallow a scream when he thrusts two fingers inside and pushes in again with a third, filling me up.
My senses are overloaded as he curls them against my inner walls while his tongue quickens over those hypersensitive nerves. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“That’s it, Blue. You’re so fucking sexy. Let go, baby,” he coaxes me higher, still licking and thrusting. “I can feel you right there—”
“Ohhh!”
It hits like a freight train—not looming in the distance or teasingly out of reach, but head-on, fast and relentless.
Searing pleasure crashes through me, tearing past every barrier, smashing through every fear and doubt, and it just keeps going and going.
My blood is on fire. My muscles convulse as violent tremors wrack my body, each sensation sharper, deeper, fiercer than the next.
It’s brutal and brilliant, a kaleidoscope of color and passion.
I’m gasping, crying, my heart soaring. I came. I came all over Chaz’s mouth. It wasn’t the tiny ant hills I’ve occasionally experienced on my own. This was mammoth—a Mount Everest of orgasms.
“I’m not broken,” I sob, the words ripping from me like a damn bursting. “I’m not broken.”
Chaz rises to meet me. His mouth, wet with my release, curves softly, and tears of joy glint like silver on his cheeks. “You were never broken, baby,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as he gathers me in his arms.
I cry with relief and happiness, washing away years of believing I was damaged. It feels as if I’ve been cracked open, and something new and wondrous is glowing inside me. It’s like a thousand fireflies taking flight—freeing me.
He brushes the damp strands of hair from my face and presses his forehead to mine. His expression is raw—reverent—and in it, I see his unwavering belief that I’ve always been whole.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers as gently as the touch of his fingers on my cheeks.
When his mouth meets mine, it’s not urgent or hurried; it’s steady, deliberate, and filled with quiet intensity and promise. The tenderness of the kiss, the taste of us mingled on his tongue, unravels me all over again. I melt into him, my body soft and fluid, my heart a pool of warm, liquid wax.
“First time I ever liked waking up at three AM,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath a teasing caress.
“Me too,” I whisper, still wet and pulsing from my climax. “I want to make you come; make you feel good too.”
“I feel incredible.” He cradles my face and kisses my nose and then my lips again. “I don’t need anything more tonight than to fall asleep holding you.”
He reaches down, tugging the tangled sheets and comforter up over us. I pillow my head on his shoulder, and we twine in a tight embrace, facing each other this time. All I think as I close my eyes is that I could stay this way forever.