ME
But will you?
BREE
I may have a surprise for you.
ME
Can’t wait!
BREE
He crashes through the door with a force that has me worried the glass inside may shatter, but despite his sole focus on getting inside and finding me, he stops it from slamming shut behind him.
“Fuck have I missed you, Bree.” Rushing towards where I’m bouncing on my feet near the kitchen island, he scoops me up with one arm and keeps walking.
“Chase,” I squeal and hold on tight, my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. The granite is cool beneath my exposed thighs when he deposits me on the countertop and slams his mouth on mine, swallowing my gasp. My legs tighten around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands tunnel into my hair, manipulating my head to get the angle he wants while his tongue plunders my mouth. I can’t help the shiver that travels up my spine or the moan that escapes at the feel of his tongue against mine.
“Needed that,” he whispers, placing open mouth kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“Me, too.” I clutch his shoulder with one hand and his head with my other, lightly tugging his hair as he nips and licks across my collarbone. Pulling back, he finally takes in my appearance.
“What are you wearing, Princess” The silk robe I’m wearing gapes in the front from our rushed movements, beneath it the hint of black lace shows at the swell of my cleavage.
“Thought I’d dress up a little since you were coming over.”
“Dunno, seems like you dressed down.” He winks, trailing his fingers along the edge of the silk fabric to the furthest point in the dip between my breasts. “Do I get to unwrap you like my favorite present?”
Leaning back on my elbows, I arch my back and press my chest up in the air. The robe parts more and his eyes latch onto my exposed flesh. “Go ahead,” I say in my most seductive voice.
“My pleasure.” Hooking a finger in the belt, he slowly unties it. The lapels of the robe fall open, revealing the new three-piece lingerie set I spontaneously purchased with Chase in mind. His mouth opens and closes as if he can’t find the words as his eyes scorch a path from my collarbone, over each of my breasts in the black lace fabric with a peekaboo under boob, my exposed stomach, and the garter belt secured at my belly button with a matching black lace thong covering my pussy.
“Do you like?” My chest rises and falls in rapid succession while he takes his fill. The anticipation is killing me. I’m panting and dripping, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. His eyes on my tits have my nipples pebbling under the sheer lace.
“Like? Like isn’t a strong enough word for it. You’re fucking smokin’. Dressed like the vixen I knew you were. Waiting and needy for me to come home.” My clit pulses with each word. He pushes the robe off my shoulders.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. You’ve been gone too long.”
“I told you that you were obsessed with me. Five days on the road has you begging for me.”
“Six.”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve been gone six days.”
“Greedy little princess. Six days. Six long, hard days away from me. Tell me, is your pussy wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.” I smile wickedly, anticipating this, planning forit. Instead of touching myself, which I know is what he wants, I spread my legs to reveal what he hasn’t realized.
“Oh, you’re a naughty one, aren’t you. Crotchless lingerie?” He tugs the thong upward and instead of wedging between my pussy lips, it opens, showing him exactly how wet I am for him. “Look at you glistening for me.”
I bite my lip when he rubs his cock in his shorts. “What are you going to do about it?” I challenge.
“I’m going to fuck you. Hard.” I watch transfixed as he drops his shorts and boxers in one movement and loses the shirt in another. His cock bobs, the head purple and already leaking.
