Chapter Four #2
I sat, and she stepped between my knees.
She bent and kissed me once, pulled her towel down from the chair, and sank to her knees on it between my feet.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
Her blue eyes lifted to mine. “You had your turn earlier.”
Then she wrapped one hand around my cock and took me into her mouth.
My head tipped back before I could stop it.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
She drew me deeper, slow and deliberate, her tongue moving along the underside before she eased back.
I gripped the edge of the chaise instead of her hair.
Chrishelle noticed—of course she did—and one corner of her mouth lifted around me.
“You’re enjoying this.”
She pulled back just enough to answer. “Very much.”
Then she took me again.
I let her control it until the pleasure sharpened enough that I knew exactly where it was heading. Chrishelle’s hand worked what she couldn’t take, her mouth warm around me while the cold air hit every other inch of wet skin.
I reached down and touched her shoulder. “Come up here.”
She gave me an offended look. “I’m not done.”
“If you don’t slow down, I will be. I need you on this chaise before I come.”
Her smile turned wicked. “I’m failing to see the downside.”
That got her moving.
Chrishelle rose and kissed me as I pulled her onto my lap. I tasted myself on her tongue, and the combination nearly ended my remaining restraint.
I turned us so she was on the chaise beneath me.
“Does this still feel good?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
I kissed her once, then guided her onto her knees.
She went still for a beat when she understood the position.
I ran my palm along her spine and stopped at her hip.
“Tell me what you want.”
Chrishelle turned her head. “I want you to fuck me like this.”
I moved behind her and slid into her slowly.
She let out a long breath and shifted toward me to take more.
“Does that feel good?”
“Very. Give me more.”
I did until I was fully inside her.
The position was tighter than the kitchen had been, and I had to stop for a second before I moved too fast.
Chrishelle glanced back. “Having trouble?”
“Keep teasing me and find out.”
Her smile flashed, and I pulled out partway and thrust into her hard enough to wipe it away.
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
I gave her another hard stroke. “That better?”
She gripped the edge of the chaise. “Much better.”
I set a steady rhythm, one hand at her hip while the other braced beside her. Chrishelle met me instead of waiting for every thrust, moving with enough force to make the chaise shift against the deck.
“That’s it. Take it the way you like it.”
She did. Her hair had started drying in loose waves along her spine. I gathered it over one shoulder so it stayed clear when I leaned over her.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Chrishelle turned her head enough that I could kiss the corner of her mouth.
“I want it harder.”
I gave her exactly that.
Her elbows lowered, changing the angle. The sound she made told me immediately that it worked.
I slid my hand around her hip and between her legs.
Chrishelle’s breath broke when my fingers found her clit again.
“Dane, yes. Keep doing that.”
I kept fucking her while I rubbed her, matching the pressure to the rhythm she’d responded to in the tub.
She met me harder.
“Come for me again.”
Chrishelle’s answer was half laugh, half gasp. “You’re very demanding for a man who ate plain chicken two days ago.”
I leaned over her, keeping the same pressure on her clit. “And you’re still doing exactly what I tell you.”
She pressed into each thrust. “Because I like what you’re telling me to do.”
“Good. Keep taking me like that.”
Her voice lost the teasing after that.
“Don’t stop. I’m close.”
I stayed with the same rhythm, driving into her while she moved against me. Chrishelle reached behind her and caught my forearm, holding me where she wanted me.
Then her orgasm took her.
Her breath broke into a cry, and her grip locked around my forearm while I worked her through it.
I slowed just enough to keep from overwhelming her.
Chrishelle looked back at me, breathing uneven and eyes bright.
“Don’t you dare stop now.”
I laughed, still moving inside her. “I wasn’t planning to.”
I gripped her hips and gave her the harder pace she’d asked for earlier.
My control lasted another minute at most.
Chrishelle met every thrust until I came, one hand braced beside her and my face against her shoulder.
For a while we stayed exactly where we were.
Then Chrishelle started laughing.
I lifted my head. “What are you laughing at?”
“I was thinking about Friday.”
I eased away, and Chrishelle rolled onto her back, still smiling.
“That still explains nothing.”
“Friday you were standing beside this tub telling me I was trespassing. The next night, I’m naked on your deck and this happened.”
I looked toward the water, then back at her. “When you say it like that, it sounds like your reform effort failed.”
“Completely and without remorse.”
I got another dry towel from the bench and handed it to her.
Chrishelle wrapped it around herself and stood. “I’m blaming the homeowner. Very poor enforcement.”
“I’ll work on that.”
We went inside.
The warmth of the house felt good after the night air. Chrishelle disappeared into the downstairs bathroom for a few minutes, then came back in her drawstring shorts, tank, and hoodie with her damp swimsuit bundled in the towel.
I’d pulled two bottles of water from the refrigerator.
She took one, drank nearly half, then opened the refrigerator and checked inside.