“God, Chase. Just… fuck. You know what I want.” She sounded frustrated, frantic with need, but there was a thread of discomfort as well. Tonight was meant to be about pleasure and getting Reagan to accept how much he wanted to be with her. So, he vowed that he would not push her too far out of her comfort zone—not yet at least. Dirty talk could wait, he could not.
“I’ve got you, Red,” he growled out, then gave in to both of their desires. He buried his mouth between her legs, licking and sucking at her tight nub of nerves. His fingers thrust in and out as he devoured her. It wasn’t long before he sensed the telltale tightening of her sex around his fingers, and knew she was close to release.
“Yes! Chase, YES! Oh god, yes, yes, YES!” Reagan screamed as her orgasm hit, her body convulsing against his hands and his lips.
Chase eased his motions but rode out the wave with her, loving the experience of watching her give in to pleasure. When she eventually stopped moving, he looked up to see her chest heaving and her eyes closed. He slowly slid back out from between her legs and stretched out on the bed beside her. He let one hand drape over her stomach and loved the fact that she covered his hand with hers, not in an effort to move him away, but to keep him there.
“Damnit, Reagan, that was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. You, letting go like that, is all of my fantasies come to life.” Chase’s voice held a reverent tone, which he hoped Reagan could hear. She needed to know how intense his feelings were.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned to him with a hooded gaze. Erotic satisfaction filled her beautiful face as she turned onto her side and reached one hand up to wind in his hair.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before. I know I said I don’t like cocky guys, but you’ve earned the right to be cocky after what you just did.” The sultry tone to her teasing hit him in the gut. He smiled softly and gently stroked a piece of hair off her face.
“That was not all me, Red. The way you respond to me, the way your body lights up, that was incredible.”
Reagan blushed and turned her face away. Unwilling to let her hide, Chase tipped her chin back, so she was looking at him again.
“Don’t turn away from me, beautiful girl.”
Reagan gave him a small, apologetic smile in return. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not used to being treated like this.”
Chase frowned. “What, being treated like a sexy, beautiful, vibrant woman? I don’t know who the fuck you’ve been with and I don’t want to. But I will damn well show you how I think you should be treated.” With that he lowered his head to kiss her again then shifted his body to cover hers. He let one hand make its way back between her legs, pleased to feel her open for him. He let his fingers play lightly over her sex, feeling a thrill as she gasped lightly and clutched his arms. When he was satisfied that she was ready for him, he reared back, grabbed a condom and rolled it on before coming back over her, his arms resting on his elbows beside her head.
“I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long, Reagan. I swear I’ll make it good for you, babe.”
“You already have, Chase.”
She wound her arms around his waist and he felt her fingernails dig into the meaty part of his ass. With a groan, he notched the head of his cock to her entrance, paused for a second, and took in the look of aroused excitement on her face. When she smiled, and he felt her hands on him, encouraging him to go deeper, he thrust in, until he was all the way inside her.
“Holy fuck, Red,” he growled.
“Oh my god.”
Reagan’s voice came out in a moan, as Chase slowly started to move. Every time he slid between her folds, tremors of sensation went up and down his spine. His arms began to tremble as he levered in and out, letting Reagan’s keening cries at the end of each thrust drive him forward. He could feel himself getting lost in her body, lost in this moment of passion. It was everything he had hoped it could be. As they came together, Chase knew that this woman was why he had come to Portland. Reagan was the answer to every question he had ever had about himself.
When her cries of passion intensified, and her nails dug into his back and his ass, like she was clutching him impossibly closer to her body, he knew she was close to letting go. Chase sped up his thrusts, anxious to fly off the cliff into their orgasms together. His efforts were successful, seconds later, Reagan screamed out his name as he felt his climax slam into him like a freight train.
* * *
Reagan drifted back into awareness after what could have been moments or hours for all she knew. Chase had just given her not one, but two of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced in her life. He was more than just a skilled lover; it was as if he knew her body better than she did and exactly what to do to make it soar.
As she lay in his arms, she found herself surprised by just how comfortable she felt in her body. All of her insecurities from earlier seemed foolish in the haze of their lovemaking. Chase had shown her, with zero degree of uncertainty, that he worshipped her body. Every inch of her had been branded with the heat of his fingers and mouth.
Reagan nestled into his side, enjoying the feel of his arms tightening around her. With her head resting on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat reverberate through her. She let her fingers drag along the outline of one of his tattoos, an image of a tattered sheet of music.
“Is this a song that’s important to you?” she asked.
Chase glanced down and she saw his eyes briefly cloud with emotion before he closed his eyes. He tilted his head down to rest on hers and said, “Yeah. First song I ever wrote.”
Reagan sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself in some semblance of modesty. Despite the nonchalance in his voice, she detected something in the way he said those words. Something that made her wonder if there was more to that statement than just a song.
“You wrote a song? Have you ever performed it?”
The seconds before he answered were heavy. A strange tension filled the room and Reagan shifted slightly away from him, uncertain why the mood had changed. She was relieved when Chase made it clear that he wasn’t having that and pulled her back in close.
“I’ve performed it. But not for a long time.” He sat up and tipped her head toward his, before leaning in and kissing her neck. “Now. Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to see how many times I can make you scream my name?”
Reagan shivered at his dirty words. She’d never been with a man who was so vocal about his desires and was surprised to admit it was a huge turn on. She let him pull her back down into his embrace, and for the next while, she tried to forget about the tense set to his jaw that she had seen. Chase was a man on a mission as he managed to draw out three more orgasms from her. Whether he was truly that dedicated to her pleasure or simply trying to avoid the conversation about his music, she wasn’t certain.
