Chapter 52
If she wanted to be in control, he would roll over and beg without a second thought, but the minute her eyes rolled then closed as her head fell back he knew she was long past wanting to control him and more than ready for him to take charge.
He pressed his open mouth against the soft skin of her hip, then he bit down, nipping at her silky flesh, not hard but enough to cause her breath to catch, using his stubble to scratch her skin as he moved.
.. just like she used to love. And then he looked up at her and said: "Hold still for me, sweetheart. "
Chase sank both hands lower, dragging her panties further down so the fabric caught at her knees, she was now bare and trembling under his touch.
He pressed a slow line of kisses from the hollow of her hipbone to the soft skin just beneath her navel.
She shivered and he smiled at being able to bring out that reaction in her body.
When his hands slipped up the backs of her thighs and pulled her forward, she gasped and caught her balance on his broad shoulders.
He loved the feel of her weight shifting into his hands.
It was almost impossible to go slow, but he did it anyway, savoring the small, involuntary shudders that moved through her as his mouth moved lower.
He hooked his tongue just inside her belly button, then he moved his mouth lower to spread kisses across the top of her thighs, each time he planted a kiss he was rewarded by a tremor or a gasp or, best of all, her fingers tightening in his hair at the nape of his neck.
He let his hands drift lightly, one on the small of her back, the other splayed wide across her hip to steady her.
He took his time, painting her skin with soft, open mouthed kisses, mapping her body with his tongue and teeth.
Savoring her. He felt an old part of himself, the part that always needed to be in control, nudge at him to go further, faster, but it was outmatched by the part that wanted to memorize every taste and feel of her skin.
He wanted her so bad his hands shook, but he took his time dragging her shorts and panties fully down until they were pooled around her ankles.
Then he hooked an arm behind her knees and lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, her arms locking behind his neck.
Her breath hitched and he grinned up at her, broad hands spanning her thighs as he stood, holding her with ease.
She gripped his waist tight with her thighs, her face was very flushed, her eyes were heated as they stared at him in disbelief.
He took a step forward, then used his body to pin her softly to the living room wall.
She moaned into his ear, the sound so sweet and desperate he almost lost it right there.
He pressed his hips forward so she could feel him, hard and desperate and straining through his pants.
He didn't even try to be slow about it now, he shoved his pants down to his ankles before kicking them free.
He wrapped a palm around the back of her neck, the other sliding under her ass to hold her up, so she was a little above eye level with him, so her legs cinched around his waist and her bare skin pressed against the hard lines of his stomach.
Her hair fell wild around her face, and she was making a sound, half laugh, half gasp, that he would keep in his memory until he died.
He looked up into her eyes, sweat beading along his brow, his voice low and hungry.
"I ever tell you what I thought about, every single night they kept me from you?
" The words vibrated against her, his lips a bare inch from her own.
"I thought about your taste, and your laugh, and how you used to lose control for me.
I thought about you sayin' my name, just like you're about to again, real soon. "
She shivered, and he smiled, wolfish and devastating. Then, holding her tight, he started walking towards the stairs.
His mouth found her ear, nipped at it, then he whispered intentionally fanning his hot breath out across the sensitive skin behind her ear, "You have no idea the things you do to me." The words came out raw, almost a confession. "After tonight, I may never let you leave this house again."
She shivered in his arms, her legs tightening around his waist. "Oh, is that a threat or a promise?"
He grinned against her skin. "Both."
He carried her up the stairs without breaking stride, her body light in his arms, her mouth fused to his, hands locked behind his neck.
The climb was a blur of heat for him, her thighs squeezing tighter with every step, until he shouldered through the bedroom door.
The sunlight was gone, dusk pooling in the corners; the only light was the soft lamp at the bedside, gold and forgiving.
He set her down so fast she bounced on the mattress; her hair haloed wildly against the blanket, her skin flushed and glowing.
He hooked his fingers around her ankles, dragging her to the edge so her knees hung off, toes curling into the rug.
She reached for him, a command and a plea in her touch, but he caught her wrists and pinned them gently to the bed above her head, holding her still as he took her in.
He leaned down slowly and kissed her again, rougher this time, he wanted to bruise those lips, to claim them, mark them up.
When he leaned back suddenly standing up and all he saw was her heady gaze, hooded by her desire.
For a second, neither of them moved,Chase just stood there breathing hard while looking at her, really looking at her and taking in her flushed cheeks, her now swollen lips, and those eyes, those damn gorgeous eyes, that always stole his breath from his body when she looked at him like he was her reason.
Something vulnerable cracked open in his chest so suddenly it nearly sent him into a sprial.
Aria pushed herself up onto her elbows, breath still uneven.
"What?" she asked softly, catching the look on his face.
He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking a little less sure of himself.
"Its nothin'," he muttered.
Her eyebrows lifted immediately. "Chase."
He laughed quietly under his breath before stepping closer again. "It's stupid."
"Tell me anyway."
He hesitated, actually hesitated, then he looked down at her and winced. Telling her the truth inside his head would be harder than carrying her up those stairs and not stopping to sink into against the wall.
"I think..." His jaw flexed once. "I think some part of me still expects you to look at me and realize I'm just not worth it."
The confession landed quietly between them. His hand drifted absently toward one of the scars crossing his stomach before dropping again.
"All this." He motioned vaguely to himself. "Everything that happened..." A humorless breath left him. "I don't know." He glanced away briefly. "Guess I just keep waitin' for the moment you decide this ain't what you want anymore."
Her expression changed instantly. "Chase." She sat up fully then, reaching for him. "No." The word came firm. "You listen to me." Her fingers curled into his hand, tugging him closer until he had no choice but to stand between her knees. "I wanted you when you forgot me."
Her hand came up to his face. "I wanted you when you were broken... when you were not mine, and I wanted you when you didn't even know how to love me back yet."
Her thumb brushed across his jaw.
"So don't you dare stand there and tell yourself I don't want you now."
Something shifted across his face, a look of hesitance maybe as he tried to comprehend her words.
Her fingers moved lightly against the scar near his ribs.
"This?" A small shake of her head. "I love this." Another gentle touch to the scar over his heart.
"This too." Then quieter she said, as she kissed the scar her fingers had just traced. "I love you Chase... I desire you."
His throat worked once, hard, because nobody had ever looked at him like this.
Like he was still something worth wanting, like his survival had not ruined him.
Her hand curled lightly around his bicep. "Come here."
He leaned down before he could stop himself, forehead pressing briefly against hers.
"You sure?" he asked quietly.
She smiled softly, then kissed him once.
"Quit askin'." A pause. "You're my husband." Her thumb brushed slowly across the scar near his jaw. "So come to bed and make love to me."
The words stole whatever air he had left, something inside him gave way so fast it nearly hurt.
His eyes closed briefly, forehead still resting against hers while a quiet breath left him.
"You really know how to ruin a man sweetheart," he muttered softly.
Her mouth twitched. "Pretty sure you've survived worse."
A laugh escaped him then it was low, rough, and full of emotion.
"Sweetheart," he said quietly, opening his eyes again, "you ain't playin' fair and right now I really need you to play fair."
She tilted her head slightly. "Why?"
"Because I'm tryin' real hard to hold it together for you."
Her hand moved to his face, fingers brushing lightly through the edges of his beard.
"You don't have to hold it together."
His hand slid around her waist, pulling her a little closer until he could feel the warmth of her against him.
"You got any idea," he said quietly, voice rough around the edges now, "how many nights I wished for this?"
Slowly, she leaned up and kissed him again, softer this time, unhurried.
When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead lightly against his.
"I am going to get back in that bed naked and you have ten seconds to join me," she whispered as she leaned up on her tiptoes to lick his ear.
Whatever hesitation he had suffered before was now long gone.
Watching her strip her top off then get naked and lay back on the bed was the sexiest thing he had ever seen and he knew she had intentionally moved her body in the most seductive way she could while she undressed in order to make him rock hard.
She succeeded.
Reaching down he palmed his rock hard length and stroked it from the base to the tip, watching as a bead of precum seeped out the tip.
He was close to finishing already and he knew without a doubt, that if he did not calm down first before getting inside her... he would be a two pump chump.
"Spread your legs for me sweetheart, let me taste you first."
Aria did not hesitate, she let both her legs fall to the sides and bared herself to his heated and hungry gaze.
"Damn, babe your fuckin' perfect everywhere."
She smiled as she hesitantly reached down and ran her finger over her clit.
He moved then, he was not about to sit there and watch her play her way to heaven when his tongue was thirsting to be the one to take her there.
Climbing onto the bed, he moved up and between her thighs before laying down and pulling her legs over his broad shoulders.
He kissed the inside of her left thigh near the single freckle that he had forgotten lay there. He licked his way from that starting point to the juncture between her thighs.
"Babe I need you to green light me here... are you sure?" he asked her even as he prayed she'd cosigned his request.
Groaning she reached down and using his hair to direct his mouth she moved his face until he was right where she wanted him.
"Yes, I want this. Now stop with the questions."
Smiling he wasted no time pushing his tongue between her folds and over the little nub she had rubbed moments before. The sounds of her moans caused goosebumps to break out across his overstimulated skin.
Flicking his tongue back and forth over her bud he added a little pressure here and there, he nipped and sucked all to drive her to madness, all the while he did his damndest to not grind down on the mattress beneath him.
He was rock hard and laying on his stomach was a painful and pleasurable mix.
Sensing her nearing her orgasm he pushed his tongue into her opening.
In and out he mimicked the movements of his cock inside her.
He watched as she came apart, as she began to grind against his mouth, her head thrown back twisting from side to side as she called out to god over and over again.
Her hands tugging at his hair, her nails driving him crazy as they scraped against his scalp.
He chuckled and she moaned, he added a finger as his mouth returned to her bud and she came screaming his name this time.
"Chase, Chase, Chase please... god please... don't... stop." her muscles spasmed around his finger as she clamped down on him, he could not wait any longer, he had to be inside her.
"Are you on birth control, babe?" he asked, she shook her head no but her mouth was still open and panting, no sounds other than her moans escaping.
"Okay, I'll pull out tonight." he promised, as he moved up her body. He kissed his way up her now damp skin enjoying her tiny jerks of pleasure when he sucked her nipple into his mouth lapping at it with his tongue.
He then moved his mouth up her chest to her neck, she turned her head to give him access and he smiled, she was ready for him.
Lining up he pressed forward and entered her in one movement... he almost came as she clamped down around him, her heat and tight grip stealing his breath.
He held himself still with the restrain of a saint,because as soon as he felt all of her, the need to plow in and out of her as he sought his own pleasure almost overtook his need to take her with him.
He did not have to remain still for long because Aria cried out in pleasure her hips lifted up off the bed and began to move under him as she moved seeking her own release once more.
She was wet and tight a combination that snapped his control, growling he shoved forward pinning her to the mattress under him, stilling her movements as she pouted eyes still half lidded from her pleasure.
Reaching down with his right hand he gripped her hip holding her still as he slowly pulled out only to push all the way back in, his teeth grinding together as he bit down on his lip moaning at the feel of her.
Breathing in and out slowly through his nose he tried to control his body and the orgasm that was fast approaching. He wanted this to last, he wanted her pleasure first.
Moving in and out of her as sweat broke out across his fevered skin he groaned and moaned as the pressure built from his pleasure.
"Fuck, babe, I'm slow close. Come for me before I explode babe... take what you need."
As he said this he released his grip on her hip, Aria moved out of instinct under him.
She pushed and he did not fight her, he rolled over, taking her with him. She was on top now hands in her hair above her head as she rode him.
She rocked and rolled her hips in the most mesmerizing way that for a second his orgasm was banked by the art that was his wife taking her pleasure from him, he reached up and palmed her breasts, the action causing her to lean down over him as she continued to rock.
She wanted him to suck her nipples and he was starved for the taste, he did as she wanted causing her to scream out as she came on his cock her pace becoming erratic as her pleasure took her.
Reaching down, he grabbed her hips as he pulled her back and forth over his now throbbing cock seeking his own release.
He came filling her before he could remember he was bare inside her.
She lifted off him and the last of his release spilled out on his stomach.
She bit her lip, smiling down at him as she reached down to touch the come that dripped from her down on him.
"Sorry, I should have thought and lifted up sooner." she whispered her apology.
Reaching up he brushed her hair back behind her ear, then he returned her smile.
His heart was racing, his breath a panting mess but she was all he could think about.
"It's okay, sweetheart, I'm not mad." he reassured her. Sitting up he wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her.
Pulling back he lifted her off his lap and with a raised brow he looked down at his spilled release that was moving down his stomach.
"I need to take care of this mess and then I will come back and clean you up, okay." Getting out of bed he padded barefoot into the bathroom and quickly cleaned up his mess.
Groaning he looked into the mirror at his own reflection, he then admitted a truth out loud to himself.
"I wouldn't have been able to pull out... I would have filled her up and felt like a damn asshole later."
When he stepped back into the bedroom, she had pulled the sheet halfway over herself, though the flush still lingered across her skin.
"You didn't have to disappear," she teased softly, though there was something shy in the way she looked at him now.
His mouth twitched.
"Had to clean up," he said, lifting the warm washcloth slightly. "And figured you might want help."
Her cheeks pinked just enough to make his chest tighten.
"Oh."
The vulnerability in that one little word nearly undid him.
Crossing back to the bed, he sat beside her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "Yeah. Just... embarrassed."
That pulled a small laugh from him.
"Sweetheart," he said, shaking his head, "I think we're way past embarrassing each other."
A reluctant smile tugged at her lips.
"Come here."
Carefully, gently, he helped her settle closer, the warm cloth brushing over her skin as he took care of her with quiet patience.
"There," he murmured when he finished, tossing the cloth aside. "Better?"
She studied him for a second like she was trying to figure something out.
"You're really not upset?"
He huffed out a laugh. "No, sweetheart, I'm not upset... getting you pregnant this soon is not ideal, but I would not regret it either... I could have lifted you off me but I was too far gone to care... you saved us, so no more apologies."
Her smile widened, softer this time.
Leaning down, he pressed another kiss to her forehead before pulling the blankets up around her.
"You hungry?" he asked. "Because I'm pretty sure we burned at least three days' worth of calories."