"Chase, please," she whimpers when I use my mouth to tease her, and I have to grit my teeth against the surge of need that rushes through me.
"Tell me what you want," I murmur against her skin.
"You. All of you. I want everything."
I flip us over, pressing her into the mattress as I settle between her thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and the friction makes us both groan.
"These need to come off," I say in frustration, tugging at her sleep shorts.
She lifts her hips, helping me slide them down her legs along with her panties. The sight of her laid out beneath me, completely bare and flushed with desire, nearly undoes me right there.
"Your turn," she says breathlessly, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxer-briefs.
I help her push them down, kicking them off the rest of the way. Her eyes go wide when she sees me fully aroused, and I feel a moment of self-consciousness until she reaches out and wraps her hand around my length.
"Jesus, Paisley," I hiss, my hips jerking when I feel her soft palm.
She strokes me slowly, taking note of what I like. But I can't let this go too far, not yet. I have something to prove first.
I catch her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm before guiding her hand away. "Not yet. This is about you. This is about me learning how to please a woman again."
Before she can protest, I kiss my way down her body, taking my time, as I map every inch. When I settle between her thighs and put my mouth against her pussy, she squeaks, nearly coming off the bed.
"Oh my God," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair, holding me against her.
I work her over with my tongue and my fingers, swallowing every sound she makes. She's so wet, so ready, and the taste of her is addictive. I've fucking missed this. The taste of a woman on my tongue, hearing the sounds they make as they're about to come undone. My cock is hard and thick, pointing toward my belly button, and I want nothing more than to bury it inside this pussy, but first I need to prove I can pleasure a woman still. When I feel her start to tense, her thighs trembling around my head, I double my efforts.
"Jesus Christ Chase, I’m, I can’t.” She pants as her words turn into a cry when she comes apart, her back arching off the mattress.
I don't stop until she's boneless and begging me to stop for a minute. Then I kiss my way back up her body. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and the satisfied smile on her face makes me feel like I'm the baddest motherfucker around.
"That was..." she trails off, still catching her breath.
"Just the beginning," I promise.
She reaches between us, wrapping her hand around me again. It moves up and down my hard length, testing what I can handle. "I want you inside me. Can we do that?"
"Condom," I manage to say, even though my brain is barely functioning. "I need to get…"
"I'm on birth control," she interrupts, those hazel eyes looking into my soul. "And I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone since Stanley."
"I'm clean too," I assure her. "I obviously haven't been with anyone since my wife died. It was only her before that," I admit, my face burning at the admission.
"Then I want to feel you," she says, guiding me to her entrance. "All of you, with nothing between us."
The first slide into her heat is enough to blow my fucking mind. I have to stop, then press again once I get my breath. Slowly, I continue in until I'm buried to the hilt, and just breathe through the overwhelming sensation. She's tight, warm, wet, and I can already feel my control slipping.
"You okay?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"More than okay," she moans, tilting her head back, exposing her throat. "Move. Please move."
Burying my mouth against her flesh, I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. But she wraps her legs tighter around me, her nails digging into my back, urging me on. My knees burn as the rhythm builds between us, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer. Years of loneliness, of grief, of going through the motions of living without really feeling alive; it all of it pours out as I lose myself in her.
"So good," she moans. "You feel so good, Chase."
Her words turn me on more, and I angle my hips so I can hear her moan more. She's close again, I can feel it in the way she's clenching around me, and I'm not far behind.
"Come for me," I growl in her ear, goosebumps popping on my arms. "Fucking let me feel you. Let me feel your pussy tighten around this cock."
