“Can I have my hands back?” she asks, tugging on the loosened silk.
“Nah, I kinda like you like this.” Starting at her belly button, I lick along her skin, the salty taste of her sweat mixing with the sweetness of her arousal when my tongue reaches her apex. I groan as she writhes above me.
“I need a proper taste.” I drape a leg over my shoulder, bringing her pussy to my mouth, but don’t taste what I want. I tease. Blowing on her clit, I keep my eyes on her and watch as she draws in a breath. Her abdominals clench and her body shutters. “Come closer,” I breathe against her.
“How much closer can I get?” She chuckles above me, balancing on one leg.
“Drown me in it.” My fingers dig into her ass, dragging her closer until all I can breathe is her. Her wetness coats my lips as I lick from her entrance to her clit.
“Chase,” she pleads. My name from her lips in that needy tone has my cock springing back to life. The memory of our onenight together is always close, but when we’re together like this, I can almost hear the waves crashing outside and taste the tequila from her mouth when we first kissed.
“I need to touch you,” she begs. I reach up and pull the end of the silk tie until it loosens on the banister and her hands are free. Her fingers latch onto my hair, holding me to her pussy. She bucks her hips when I suck her clit.
“Tell me what you want,” I speak against her.
“Fuck me with your tongue.” Her wish is my command. My tongue spears into her opening, fucking her like she wanted. To my surprise, she tangles a hand in my hair and tips it back so she can circle her clit with the other hand.
“Right there. Oh, it feels so good.” I moan and she releases a full body shiver. If I thought she was dripping before, it’s nothing compared to how she floods my face now. I wanted to drown in it, and she gave me exactly what I asked for.
“Fuck,” I murmur. The image has me pumping my cock for relief as I watch her get off on my tongue and her fingers. Her pussy flutters around my tongue, the sign she’s close. I suck and fuck in rhythm with her until she’s crying out over me.
I kiss up her body as she lowers into my lap on the floor. “You sure know how to welcome a guy home,” I tease, taking her mouth once more.
She sighs and tucks herself into me. A few minutes pass in silence before she stands and reaches out for my hand where she leads me to the shower upstairs and drops to her knees, starting round two for the night.
A guy could get used to this.
“Do you want to go with me to the community center today?” Chase asks, handing me a freshly brewed coffee across my kitchen island when I pull out the barstool to sit down. Having him here is the most natural I've ever felt in a relationship. If we can even call it a relationship. We haven't put a label on it, but I'm totally fine with where we're at right now. Getting to know each other and exploring each other's bodies.
“You’re going back?”How did I not know this?“It’s not in your schedule.”
“Did you memorize my schedule, Princess?” He rounds the counter and presses into my back where I sit on the barstool. Nibbling my ear, he says, “So obsessed with me.”
“I’m not,” I moan, distracted by the feel of his lips on my neck. “It’s my job.”
“Mm-hmm, sure.” He continues the path down my neck to my shoulder.
“I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“My plan is working then. Come with me.”
Quickly picturing my calendar, I don’t have any pressing meetings this morning. There’s a mountain of paperwork on my desk, but I can get to it tomorrow. The urge to spend every waking moment with him when we don’t normally get the chance is overwhelming. Is this obsession? Or is this just how it feels to want to spend time withyour partner?
“Okay,” I sigh.
“Okay?” His brows shoot up.
“You asked and now you’re surprised?”
“I asked but didn’t think you’d actually blow off work to go with me.”
“Do you not want me to?” Did he only ask to make me feel included?
“Of course I want you to. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to. Are you sure you can swing it?”
“One could argue Iamworking. I have to keep an eye on our troublemaker after all.” I loop my arms around his neck and pull him closer for a kiss.
“I do need a lot of supervision,” he murmurs against my lips. “Better come supervise me in the shower too.” He picks me up and runs us up the stairs and into the shower, laughing the whole way.
