Chapter 43
My heartbeat intensifies the moment the door closes behind us.
It’s fraught with tense longing, the culmination of almost two weeks apart and nothing standing between us anymore.
We tear off our coats and boots and barely make it out of the foyer before Chaz’s mouth is on mine, and I’m up against a wall.
I grasp the hem of his shirt and lift it.
He pulls it the rest of the way off, and I take in the splendor of his bare torso.
He’s big and inked, strong and broad. I run my hands over his shoulders, down his biceps, sliding them across his pecs and around his nipples.
I move down his abs, tracing all the tats.
He watches, his chest heaving. The scent of him fills my senses—autumn spices and pheromones.
When I undo the top button of his jeans, he grabs my wrists, stopping me.
“Let’s slow things down, Blue.”
“I don’t want to go slow. I want to make love.”
“I make love to you every time I touch you.”
“I know, but I want the full thing, fourth base, home run, whatever you call it. I want you inside of me—like now!”
He grins, lifts my hand, and slides one of my fingers into his mouth, only to pull it out and slide it back in again. “I can make you feel good without going all the way.”
That’s for sure. I feel that soft, wet slide down to my core and all over me. But I want more. “You don’t want to?”
“Baby, you have no idea how much I want to.”
I eye the bulge in his jeans. “I have some idea. So why aren’t we?”
“For one…” he nibbles the sensitive underside of my wrist, his hot gaze on me, “you’ve had a rough night, and I’d never want you to regret our first time. And two, I don’t have protection.”
I love that he doesn’t. He’s been true to his word: Sex isn’t the prize. You are. He’s proven that to me, time and time again. That’s how I know that I’m ready.
“I’ve got an IUD. Protection is covered,” I say on a half-moan as his tongue flicks against my skin. “As for regret, I won’t have any. I know what I want—what I need. You. Inside me. I want that ultimate connection. I’m not in a vulnerable state. I’m aching for you, Chaz.”
In the next instant, my feet are swept off the floor. He lifts me in the air, hauling me over his shoulder. My shriek of surprise melts into aroused laughter as he secures me with a large hand on my butt and carries me up the stairs. Sexy as hell.
He deposits me on the bedroom floor and switches on the lamp.
No sex with the lights off for him. Returning to me, he cradles my face and kisses me until I’m breathless—weightless—until I’m nearly limp against him.
His hands skim down my neck, over my shoulders, and to my waist. He whips off my sweater with a quick jerk.
He takes in my blushing pink bra with tiny white flowers, and his smile breaks through the heat before he removes it and feasts on my breasts. He kisses the curves and sucks my nipples into damp points. It’s a miracle that I can still stand with the way my legs have turned to water.
He divests me of my jeans next and caresses the backs of my thighs, the curve of my ass, around to my quads. He squeezes the muscles and strokes the skin. Then, he slips his finger beneath the edge of my matching panties.
My own hands don’t stay idle. I ease down the zipper over the bulge of his erection. He groans, his fingers dipping inside my cleft and eliciting desperate sounds from me.
“Christ, I love how wet and juicy you get. So ready to take my cock.”
My breath quickens, and I shove the denim down. It drops to his ankles, landing on the floor with a soft thud. His boxer briefs are light gray. A spot of pre-come darkens the stretchy fabric, where the outline of his mushroom tip is evident. “Looks like I got you wet too.”
“Baby, my cock is salivating for you.”
I lick my lips, cupping his weight in my palm and tracing him through the stretched cotton.
I lower the front, and like a python uncoiling, he springs free—hard and huge.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and wrap my hand around his girth.
I swallow his groans as I stroke my palm up and down the silky smoothness and over the damp, bulbous head.
He tosses me onto the bed as if I’m light as air and makes quick work of kicking off his jeans and socks before approaching like a hurricane.
His hands and mouth are everywhere. He drags off my panties, yanking me to the edge of the bed, and hooks my legs over his shoulders.
Spread open, he whips me into delirium, teasing me mercilessly with his fingers and tongue, snatching the quickest orgasm right out of me.
When I’m sliding down the other side, he shucks off his underwear and moves me up on the bed.
“Tell me how you want me. Under you? Over you? Behind you? I’ll give it to you anyway you want it.”
No one has ever asked me that. And, while Richard made missionary dull and uneventful, I know it won’t be the same with Chaz. “All the above. But over me. The first time.”
“Want to be dominated, baby?”
By him? “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
My breath hitches. Sex talk is new to me.
I don’t know how to say the things he does, so I just let instinct take over.
“I want you to pin me down with your big, gorgeous body and fill me up with your big, hard . . . cock.” I blush, saying that word for the first time.
But I must do okay as his reaction is instant.
“I didn’t think I could get any harder,” he grits out. “But fuck, Lex. I need to be inside you now.”
Sliding over me, all lusty heat and desire, he plants his hands on either side of my head. I feel him pulsing between my legs, and for a moment, a twinge of panic creeps in, flooding my thoughts with all the what-ifs. The biggest worry: What if I can’t come this way?
“Did you know only twenty percent of women orgasm from vaginal penetration?” I say, relying on a relevant fact to center me.
“You already took real good care of me, and it’s going to be incredible having you inside me whether I climax or not.
I thought I should warn you about the unlikelihood so neither of us is disappointed. It’s biology, really.”
“Appreciate the heads up.” Chaz grins and nuzzles my nose. “Good thing I’m a multi-tasker.”
I don’t know exactly what that means, but I lose the thought as he lowers onto me. His heart beats against mine.
“Too heavy?” he asks when I inhale a small breath.
“Just right. Better than my heated blanket.”
“A high compliment,” he teases, but his grin falters, and so does mine when he pushes forward. The wide crown inches past the tight ring and keeps going and going, sinking into me like a submarine, stretching me with its thickness.
“Ah fuck, Lex.” He closes his eyes for a moment, buried to the hilt.
I gasp at the fullness, the intimate connection of our bodies joined, exquisitely intense. Emotionally, physically, spiritually—I feel like one with him.
He rests his forehead against mine, catching his breath. “It’s fucking heaven being inside you. Every pulse is like a heartbeat. I love you, baby.”
As tender as his words and emotions are, there’s nothing tempered about the way he cuffs my wrists in his hands and lifts my arms over my head.
His big body is stretched over mine, his welcomed weight pinning me to the bed.
His total domination of my body intensifies the connection, amping up my desire.
I clench around him, and on a deep groan, he slides partway out, slow and sinuous, only to thrust back in, faster and harder.
“Chaz,” I cry out, our eyes riveted to each other. His face is tight with tension, overcome with pleasure. His chest rumbles with primal sounds as he drives into me, his deft, grinding thrusts nailing my hips to the mattress, loving me fiercely.
Bliss winds through me like a hot stream.
With every powerful surge of his body, he tells me how good I feel, how tight I’m milking him.
And just when I can’t imagine it can get any better, he releases my wrists to slide his hand between us and separate my labia.
He presses his fingers to my clit, rubbing in delicious circles that flush my skin.
The strokes of his cock are slow. At this quieter pace, I’m more attuned to how my inner muscles grip and clasp onto that stone-hard column of flesh while his fingers work their magic. It’s multitasking at its finest.
Half out of my mind from the friction inside and out, Chaz lures my orgasm closer.
With my hands free to touch him, they’re in his hair, on his back, sinking my fingers into his flesh.
We’re moaning and gasping. Sweat mists my skin.
My words are raw. I don’t even know what I’m saying, but I’m frantic, clawing at him.
Some unleashed sex demon takes me over. I rarely use the F-word, but I’m using it now as I writhe against him in furious passion. I beg him to never stop fucking me.
The orgasm rolls in like a tide, the wave building as it gets closer. Everything inside me clenches, clamping down on him. He curses, keeping his thrusts shallow, and works his fingers in maddening circles.
“Come for me, baby. You’re right there. I can feel you. Oh, Lex, that’s it. Cream all over my cock.”
His words, his fingers, his thrusts—the wave crashes, and I climax in a rush of sobs and spasms. The sensation is heightened by the look on his face as he watches me come undone.
It’s the look of a man pushed past his limits of control.
His eyes are so dilated they’re black. He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.
After tucking a pillow beneath my knees, he enters me from behind.
I stretch my arms above me, gripping the sheets, arching my back as he bangs the hell out of me.
“Chazzz,” I shriek, the thrill of being taken beyond my wildest imagination. I want it all. “Touch me there with your fingers. Put them inside me.”
“Fuck, baby.” He must lube his finger with his mouth because it glides in smoothly when he slowly pushes past those virgin tissues.
“Yes!” I cry out from the sweet ache of being stretched. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“You’re so tight.” He groans, sliding in and out. “So fucking sexy, taking it all.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, clenching around his finger and his cock, our sounds and the slick, wet friction filling the room.
Delirious, I bring my fingers to my clit, rubbing in mad circles as I rock into his thrusts until I break apart.
I’m still in a daze, can’t even see straight, when he turns me onto my back once more and lifts my legs until my thighs are flush with his chest, my ankles crowning his shoulders.
“I want these pretty, long legs wide open and on me. I want to see your beautiful face when I come for you.”
Putting words into actions, he thrusts back in with a force that shakes my entire body. My moans and breaths quicken as he screws his big cock into me, gripping my thighs and driving toward orgasm. Our eyes lock, love and pleasure coalescing at the moment his climax unfurls.
“Fuuck, Lex.” He shudders wildly, flooding me before toppling like a felled tree.
We lay there, leveled, our bodies slicked together. His face is buried in the curve of my neck, and my hands stroke his damp back.
“As first times go,” I murmur. “That was pretty awful.”
“Just terrible.” He chuckles, low and lazy. “Give me fifteen, and we’ll do it again.”