Chapter 29 #3
I glance down at rounded ass cheeks, heart shaped and perfect for me to slam into them. I line myself up, nudging her entrance and wrapping one arm around her torso from behind, cupping her breast. “Ready?”
She nods, her heartbeat hammering against my hand.
I sink in as slowly as I can manage, her warm, wet body embracing me in a stranglehold the moment I slide to my hilt.
She cries out, her body becoming soft and pliant in my hold, and it’s the confirmation I need to draw back out and thrust myself back in, pleasure pooling at the base of my stomach, giving her a steady rhythm that has her mewling and writhing for more.
Her body squeezes me in response, so tight it almost steals my end right from me. I force ironclad grip onto my resolve, drawing myself back from the finish line that my body wants to barrel recklessly toward.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” I grunt, rolling her nipple between my fingers and thrusting in again. “I can’t get enough of this.”
Her pussy pulses around me, her skin becoming slick against mine as we move in a perfect flow of give and take, her cries getting louder and higher with every thrust.
“You’re getting close, sweetheart.” I feel her clamp down on me, the beginning of that sharp ascension I’ve become familiar with starting to take hold.
I force myself to remember to speak before I act, giving her fair warning instead of just taking control like I usually would. “I’m going to move our position slightly, okay?”
“Yes,” she hisses, her eyes fluttering shut and her cheeks painted with deep color as her breath saws in and out.
She looks magnificent, breathtaking—a vision of power and beauty as she claims back a part of her that should never have left.
I slide my hand up her back and use it to gently press her flat to the porcelain, my other spreading her ass so that I can go deeper, so that I can hit that spot I know will have her tumbling off a cliff edge.
On my next thrust, she stiffens, the sound of pleasure I expected dying in her throat. I turn to stone, buried deep inside her but not daring to move an inch.
“Baby?” I lean over and swipe away stray hairs that coat her face, finding her eyes squeezed shut and her breath coming in short, panicked punches. “Pepper.” I use the voice that people expect in a boardroom, using it to pull her back to the present.
Her eyes flash open, wide and locked with mine.
“It’s me,” I tell her gently, my heart cracking in two as I see a solitary tear track across her nose and drip onto the sink. “It’s Chase.”
She nods, the hand that was gripped tightly against the edge of the sink reaching up to take mine. “Chase.”
I dip my head in confirmation, landing a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder as I thread our hands together. “We can stop anytime. You’re in charge here.”
“No, I’m fine.” She grips my hand fiercely, her lower lip wobbling. She must see the hesitation in my face, because she tugs me in closer. “Please, Chase. I need to do this.”
I catalogue every inch of her—the hurt, the fear, the echoes of desire still lacing her breathtaking eyes, before deciding. “Okay, but we’re doing this slightly differently.”
“Different how?”
“Get on your elbows.” I help her shaking body up, propping her so that her weight is on her forearms and flush to the sink. “You keep your eyes on me in the mirror, do you understand?”
She chews her lip and nods, some of that flush appearing back in her cheeks.
“You’re going to watch me fuck you, and you’re going to like it.” I pitch myself back up straight, and draw a calming hand down her spine, my other at her hip.
“Okay.” Her voice cracks, but no more tears appear and she traces her gaze hungrily down my body in the reflection, which I take as a positive.
I lock in, determined to take her to a place of empowerment and pleasure. “Ready?”
She groans, dipping her head for a moment without breaking eye contact. “Just fuck me already, will you?”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that, plunging into her and drawing out a long moan as I hit the end of her, repeating this again and again until we’re both mindless, our eyes locked and everything else in the world shut out.
“Chase!” she yells when I use both of my hands at her hips to slam into her, bringing her back into me at the same time, her ass cheeks rippling and my control fraying to thread.
Her desperate cry is a red flag to my bull, sending me charging ever closer to my orgasm, no matter how hard I try to hold it back.
I slip one hand between her legs from the front, finding her clit and circling it with every mindless slam, a reckless devotion I’ve never felt flooding my veins and intoxicating every cell in my body.
She stiffens, her mouth open in a silent cry as her eyes scrunch shut and her own pleasure rips her away.
Her body pulses around me, clamping and flexing in a way that drags me helplessly with her.
We fall together, and there is nothing gentle about it.
It’s violent and blinding, and like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Twist, snap, fall.
My vision goes black, and I gather her up close, burying myself mindlessly into her as I spill myself in long, grunting thrusts, her cries echoing alongside mine off the Italian marble tile surrounding us.
We both fall to the vanity, breathless and boneless, reeling in the wake of our explosive coupling. Her body trembles beneath mine, alarm coursing through the glaze of retreating bliss as they become stronger, turning into full-body racks.
I fling my eyes open and see her gasp in breath, tears flowing freely from squeezed shut eyes as she surrenders to a wash of emotion.
I instinctively gather her up, easing myself from her and turning her limp body around on the counter so that I can draw her into my arms.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stutters out breathlessly, her tears wetting my chest.
“You have nothing to apologize for, baby.” I stroke her hair and cradle her while she sobs, instinctively knowing that this isn’t about me, or what we just did, but rather a release of something she’s been carrying for a long, long time. “You’re safe here, let it out.”
Something in her calls to a place deep inside me, because like recognizes like, and in a small part of my soul that I’ve ignored for twenty-two years lies my own horror story waiting to be unpacked.
The one that prompted me all those years ago to adopt the joker persona that keeps anything too serious at arm’s length.
As I’m sucked back into the present, one thing rings clear as a bell through my mind, jarring and unavoidable: I’m falling in love with this woman, and there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop it.