“Oh God, yes,” I groaned.
I dug my nails into his scalp, holding him in place, as he licked and sucked on me, making my body shake from head to foot with sheer pleasure. It had been a long time since a man had gone down on me, and Chase seemed to enjoy it more than most. He seemed to revel in giving me pleasure, drawing it out, letting me enjoy every last second, as he took his time, working that magic tongue of his over the most intimate parts of me.
I grew wetter, and a warmth rushed through me. A familiar tightness grew low in my body as I reached the peak, and without saying a word, Chase grabbed onto my hips and held me tightly, burying his face deeper into me, sucked in my clit harder. He knew it was coming, and when my orgasm hit, it hit me hard.
I clawed at him, my body spasming as I pressed him deeper into me. My legs quivered as I thrashed wildly on the bed beneath, crying out in pleasure as he continued working his tongue inside my pussy. He didn't stop either, not until the last wave of ecstasy rolled over and through me, leaving me breathless on the bed and staring down at him with wide eyes. My breathing was still ragged and I felt lightheaded – but, I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
“Wow,” was all I could say, my voice breathy and soft.
When he lifted his face to meet my gaze, I saw that his beard was soaked in my juices. He licked his lips and smiled up at me, pleased as punch by my reaction. I reached out my arms to him.
“Come here,” I said softly.
He moved over me, bracing himself on his strong arms, hovering over me once more, as I unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. He helped me slide his pants off, which were quickly followed by his boxers. When he was finally naked, floating above me, I saw him fully for the first time and it was more amazing that I could have imagined.
He was long and thick, hard as a rock, the warm light of the room glistening on the pre-cum that spilled from the tip. I saw the hunger and eagerness in his eyes, which fueled the fire inside of me – I was just as desperate for him. One orgasm was not enough for me, especially when he was on top of me looking as absolutely delectable as he was.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself up to meet him. His cock slipped between my thighs with ease, stroking the clit as it passed between my folds. As his cock slid along my lips, Chase's eyes fluttered closed for a second and a soft moan passed his lips.
Taking his face in my hands, I brought his lips to mine. I kissed his mouth hard, tasting myself upon his lips, as he gently moved against me. The head of his stiff rod was pressing against my opening now, and with one thrust, he buried himself deep inside of me, making me cry out his name.
I was so wet, he slipped into me easily. Much easier than the last time we were together. There was still stretching to accommodate his girth, but that sudden pinch of pain was lessened, and it felt amazing. He was sheathed inside of me, safe and warm, and my body welcomed him with the utmost pleasure.
With our mouths still locked on each other's, he started rocking himself back and forth on top of me. He moved with such precision, pulling his cock almost completely out of my pussy before thrusting forward and burying it inside of me all over again. Each thrust into me was glorious, nearly took my breath away, and made me cry out.
“Yes, Chase – Oh God, yes!”
I raked my nails down his back as he drove himself into me. Chase drew in a sharp breath and I feared I might draw blood. If it concerned Chase though, you couldn't tell. His face was hardened, a look of concentration etched deeply on his features, his jaw tight as beads of sweat dripped from his brow. He rested his forehead against mine as he made love to me, his hands gently exploring my body.
The bedsprings squeaked underneath us as his movements became more and more frantic. My pussy tightened around him, gripping his stiff cock with each spasm as my climax approached.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, his head falling forward. “Come for me again, Abby.”
Hearing him say my name sent me over the top. My climax hit me hard, and I drew in a hard, shuddering breath. I felt a rush of wetness down below as I clung to him for dear life. He continued groaning, urging my orgasm on in a gravely, desperate voice tinged with a frantic, passionate desperation.
“Yes, Abby,” he growled. “Yes, baby. Come for me, beautiful.”
My pussy contracted around his cock, tightening and gripping him hard – and that was it for him too. He stared into my eyes and he let out a deep, guttural groan as he buried himself balls deep inside of me one last time.
“Come inside me, Chase,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
I groaned, my own body rising to meet his, taking him as deep inside of me as he would go. A third orgasm exploded within me as Chase grunted and shuddered above me.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his eyes closing partially, as a look of pure bliss crossed his face.
We rode out the last few seconds of pleasure together, united. Connected and enjoying the pleasure electrifying our bodies until every last drop of him was inside of me. Chase lowered himself and kissed me softly, his cock still sheathed inside me. When he finally pulled himself out, his cock was mostly deflated and a rush of his warm seed followed.
He collapsed beside me on the bed, pulling me close. My heart raced as I thought about what just happened – and part of me started to panic. The last time we hooked up, he freaked out on me and left. Now that I was staying with him, what would happen if he wanted to run again? Would he kick me out? I doubted it, but my mind started spinning, coming up with all the terrible, worst-case scenarios just the same.
Chase kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips, a sleepy smile spread across his handsome face. He stroked my cheek, then trailed his fingers down my neck, to my back. He held me close, and I couldn't deny that a feeling of happiness filled my soul. A feeling of contentment.
He wasn't running away this time. He was staying there with me, a look of bliss, rather than fear, on his face. As I lay there beside him, basking in the afterglow, I was shocked to discover that for te first time since my parents died, I felt truly safe.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHASE
A smile crossed my face as I watched Abby sleeping peacefully by my side. The early morning light was streaming in through the windows, and I saw her face more clearly than I ever had before. The deep purple bruise and swelling along her jaw were painful to look at. No woman should ever have to endure or experience such pain. As I looked at her and imagined her torment, I knew there was no way I was going to let that bastard get away with it. He was going to be made to pay.
I slipped gently out of the bed, trying to move as quietly as possible. I wanted her to get some rest and didn't want to disturb her. What happened between us last night shouldn't have happened, but I wasn't entirely surprised it had. What else had I expected by bringing her here?
There was just something about her that compelled me. She managed to speak to me in ways no one ever had before. I realized that the more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to let my guard down with her. The more I wanted to accept her into my life and have her be an important part of my world.
Except, given the shit she was dealing with already, the last thing she needed was another relationship with somebody as fucked up as I was. She needed time to heal. Time to discover herself. And she definitely didn’t need to be tied down to Lynnwood if she didn't want to be.