Chapter 27
The bed sheets are soft beneath me. I’m stretched out on my stomach, a towel draped over my hips as a matter of modesty. My cheek rests on the pillow with my arms tucked beneath. Zonked from the bath and my orgasm, I’m on the edge of drifting off when I hear Chaz enter the room.
“Still awake, baby?”
“Barely,” I murmur. “My body feels like a noodle.”
“Just wait until I get done with you.”
“You’ve already wrecked me.”
Chuckling, he dims the lights a little more. “I’ll be gentle.”
The way he says it, in a deep, sensual voice, only adds to the carnality of his promise. A shiver of arousal slides through me as if I hadn’t just climaxed ten minutes ago.
Through drowsy, squinted eyes, I watch him set my lotion on the side table. A towel is tucked around his waist, his inked upper body bare with beads of moisture clinging to his chest.
I never tire of looking at him. His body is just like he is—strong and solid, cushioned with softness. A big body that houses a huge heart.
Am I in love with him? I’ve never been in love before.
Is it all this nervous, excited energy bundled in comfort and safety?
Is it this constant and relentless tug of emotion where he’s always there in every corner of my mind?
Is it having a picture in your head, even if the details are fuzzy, of a future that wouldn’t be complete without him in it?
The sound of the drawer opening pulls me from my musings. He gets out a black bullet-shaped gadget that’s about six inches long.
I swallow a gulp. “Is that . . . a vibrator?”
“Hm-hm. Have you used one before?”
“Not like that. I researched several types. It was all too much, really, but the one I tried didn’t do it for me. I didn’t like the vibration.”
“We don’t have to, Lex.”
“But you like it?”
“I like the way the stimulation feels on me.”
“Wait.” My jaw drops. “You use it on yourself?”
“Men use vibrators too.”
Not the uptight men I know. “How . . . how do you use it?”
“On my nipples and all over my cock,” he says without a modicum of discomfort—a man at ease with his sexuality. “The vibration along my shaft and at the tip gives me more pleasure than just my hand alone.”
“Oh.” The idea of ever trying a vibrator again held no appeal until I put Chaz in the picture. “How would you use it on me?”
“In whatever way feels good. There are ten different settings we can experiment with to see what you like. And if it’s not your thing, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“I can’t imagine doing anything with you that I won’t like.”
“Christ.” He groans. “You don’t know what hearing that does to me.”
My eyes slide down his torso to the prominent bulge sticking up beneath the towel. “I have some idea.”
“My boy’s not very discreet.” He grins. “Ignore him for now.”
“What if I don’t want to ignore him?”
“Delayed gratification,” he teases, tossing back my words. “Let’s try it non-sexually first; would that be all right?”
I nod, my body heating at the possibilities, my trust in him endless.
“Let’s lose the towels,” he says. He drops his towel, revealing his erection, big, thick, and on full display.
“How exactly is this non-sexual?” I ask, reaching for my towel, but he beats me to it, lifting the edge and sliding it off me. Though the room is warm, the air feels cool on my heated skin.
“Being naked together doesn’t have to be just sexual. It can be sensual and intimate too—enjoying pleasure through your senses. Like smell,” he says, pouring my lotion onto his palm and rubbing his hands together. It warms, releasing the scent of lavender and vanilla into the room.
“And touch,” he rumbles. The bed dips with him as he leans over, his breath brushing against my ear, his lips tracing the curve and drawing my lobe into his mouth. “I don’t have to be inside your body to make love to you.”
He leaves me with those poignant words and a lingering kiss on my lips.
The bed dips again. This time he straddles my thighs, not giving me all his weight, though I crave it.
Still, the heat from him is pervasive. I feel it in my bones before his hands even bear down and spread across my shoulders.
His touch is confident and deliberate, his thumbs finding knots I didn’t realize were there.
“How’s the pressure?” he asks.
“Mmm.” I hum softly, closing my eyes. “Just right.”
He kneads into my muscles below my neck, the heels of his palms climbing down my back, pressing in on either side of my spine and back up again, melting every vertebra with a revolving, hypnotic motion until I’m all moans and sighs.
When he reaches the base of my spine again, his palms fan over the top of my hips, he leans down and presses his lips to the spot between my shoulder blades.
The feathery kiss combined with the scrape of his beard and his hard penis against my flesh, teases my system with tingly ripples.
The sensations should be in conflict with relaxation, but somehow, aren’t. That’s because he’s so good at it.
Chaz kisses along my spine to meet his hands. Then I hear the faint buzz of the vibrator. I tense up a little.
“Still with me, Blue?” he asks.
“Mm-hm.”
“Let me know how this feels.”
He gently presses it against my shoulder.
The hum echoes through me as he works it in slow circles down my back.
The feeling borders on overwhelming, but I don’t know if that’s real or filtered through my past experiences.
I don’t tell him to stop—yet. I want to give it a chance—to separate then from now.
Minutes later, I’m glad I waited. When his other hand and lips follow the path of the device, I not only start to unwind again, I start to unravel.
He skips over my bottom and continues down the back of my leg, slowly working the muscles of my hamstring and calf.
He kisses the arch of my foot and checks in again.
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs without sacrificing any of the pressure.
“I can’t . . . function.”
“Is that good?” His chuckle is low and husky.
“So good.” I now understand what he meant about making love to my body without sex.
Everything he’s doing is sensually delicious.
I feel his hands, his mouth, the vibration everywhere, even the places he’s not touching.
I smell my lotion mixed with his scent. I hear the buzz of the vibrator and our heavy breaths.
He’s not inside me, but I feel him there.
My core throbs and my nipples are hard against the sheets.
I grip the pillow as he treats my other leg to the same glorious attention.
When his hand moves up to my bottom, his touch is light, while the device is more intense.
“Your ass is so soft,” he murmurs, continuing to caress with his palm and the device. “Your breasts and legs too. Fuck, your skin is like satin.” His tongue lands on the fleshy cheek with a hot, wet lick. My eyes cross.
He drags his lips and tongue across me, flirting with the crease.
I moan in response, then startle a cry when he smacks two big hands on my butt, raising me until my knees are bent on the bed and he’s kneeling behind me. He holds me there, pulling my cheeks apart.
“Oh yeah, Blue, that beautiful little pussy is sweet and puffy, so ready for my tongue.”
Like this, from behind? Surely, he’s not—
His tongue pushes inside me, and I bite back a scream. It hits different from this position, darkly erotic, holding me open as he plunges in and out. My sex ripples around his invasion, rocking on my knees, clawing at the sheets, nearly shredding them.
Then his tongue leaves me, and gathering my wetness on his fingers, he slides them between my bottom, teasing around the hole.
I gasp. I never realized how sensitive that area is.
“Lex?” He checks in. “Do you want my finger inside you, baby?”
All the nerve endings are awakened from his touch. “It feels so good,” I pant. “But I’m just not ready for that…yet.”
“Want me to keep touching you like this or stop?”
“Keep touching.”
“Whatever feels good, baby, I want to give it to you.” He brings the vibrator to my clit with barely-there pressure.
My body, greedy for more, moves of its own accord. I push against his touch, circling my hips, dimly aware of how shameless I must look. But his gruff, ragged groans tell me he likes it when I become unhinged.
For what seems like an eternity, Chaz just plays with me while I suffocate in the teasing pleasure and bury my face into the pillow until I can’t take it.
“Please,” I whimper.
“You ready to come, baby?”
“Yes.” My hips wind, begging him with my words and my body.
“How badly?”
What? I can’t think. I’m used to overthinking and now my mind is blank, only centered on one thing. “I want to come so bad I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” With his fingers still playing against my taint, he increases the pressure of the vibrator, buzzing it all around my clit until I come with hard, jolting spasms.
But Chaz doesn’t stop. Without warning, he flips me onto my back. Then he’s all over me—my mouth, my neck, my hair, my breasts—and oh my God—my nipples. He sucks them gently and then rubs the vibrator around one tip as his mouth travels down my stomach.
“Spread your legs for me, Blue.”
My legs instantly fall open, and he hisses a breath. Lowering his head, he worships my body, taking the hard nub into his mouth.
“Chazzzz.” It’s sublime agony. Sensations build layer upon layer like a stack of blocks, getting shakier with each new addition. He drags the vibrator down my body to join his mouth, the buzz on a low setting.
His gaze locks on mine. He holds me enthralled as a flare of desire and something so tender threaten to overflow. I can’t look away.
He turns off the vibrator, and it’s just him—his tongue fluttering over my clit and his fingers curling inside of me.
The hunger builds again, tempting me with another orgasm I can’t imagine having.
But softly, tirelessly, he has me cresting a wave, smaller than the first one, though more intense.
I come again with a keening cry of his name, feeling his satisfied growl rumble through me.
I’m boneless and breathless when he kisses up my belly to my breasts. He licks each nipple and then pulls me into his arms, holding me. His body is shaking, betraying how close he was to the edge. How much he reined in his own desires to give me untold pleasure.
“You were fucking unbelievable,” he murmurs,
I hang there lax until I can speak. Kissing his throat, I locate the vibrator on the bed and whisper, “My turn.”