It’s not too late to back out…
Three hot mouths, eager to kiss me. Lick me. Devour me.
Three separate names to remember when crying out during sex.
I laughed. Yeah, that part would definitely be something.
It was close to eleven by the time I pulled into the long, U-shaped driveway and parked my car. We hadn’t even discussed parking spots. There was still so much to figure out.
But tonight…
Tonight I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I let myself in quietly. The villa was mostly dark, and the silence lent an additional beauty to the colorfully-decorated hallways. I made way through the empty kitchen, out to where the flickering of a television set blinked in from the spacious living area.
Chase was sprawled out on the couch, exactly where his text-message said he would be. He looked rested and relaxed. Cute as hell, in a pair of simple grey sweats and a T-shirt.
“Hey beautiful.”
He smiled and held his arms out. I fell into them. Our mouths met in slow motion, our lips continuing exactly where we’d left off the last time.
God, he feels good…
It was the perfect end to a long day. Kissing Chase with soft, slow movements. Climbing into his lap… straddling his firm body while running my hands up and down his rock-hard arms.
We’d been boyfriend and girlfriend for five whole minutes, yet the odd part was it felt like years. Everything was new, but familiar. Even the living room. The very feel of the house was different now, almost like I’d finally come home.
“C’mon,” I said, standing up. I took his hand and pulled him in the direction of the bedrooms. “We have unfinished business.”
Chase followed me dutifully, allowing me to lead him down the quiet halls. Once in the room he took over, sweeping me into his arms again. Crushing me against his chest as he kissed my mouth, my neck, my shoulder… his warm tongue tracing shivers of pleasure up and down every surface it touched.
“Oh!”
In one swift movement he bent me backward, and together we fell into the bed. It was soft, but still firm. The sheets silky and smooth.
Finally…
Our lips connected again, and the two of us made out with a fire and passion I haven’t felt since the first time I’d been kissed. It was sensuous and raw — almost magical, even — the way it seemed every nerve ending in my body was reacting to his touch.
“Too many clothes,” I murmured, kissing my way down his neck. Chase helped, and in a flash both our shirts were off. I was straddling him again. Sitting on his crotch… feeling that same bulge rising quickly beneath me as I lowered my lips to his chest and circled one perfect nipple with the tip of my tongue.
He’s big!
He was. I was pleasantly surprised by just how big as I continued grinding myself down against him. Chase’s hands were on my ass now. Sliding my leggings down, over my hips. I shivered again as I felt his smooth palms cupping my bare skin, and then he was rolling me onto my back, stripping off the last of my clothing as well as his.
I saw his cock before I even touched it — long and rigid and thick as hell. It was going to feel like a million dollars inside me. Maybe ten million.
“We’re owed this,” I whispered, pulling his ear to my lips. “You and I…”
Closing my hand around him, I rubbed him up and down through my molten furrow. I wasn’t just wet, I was absolutely saturated. Everything between my legs was throbbing with want, and need, and desire.
“I thought we were taking this slow,” he chuckled, nuzzling my neck.
“No one ever said slow,” I cooed. “I think we agreed we’d take it at my speed.”
I sighed and screwed my body downward, enjoying the weight and feel of him. At the same time I tugged gently on the railroad spike he was calling a dick, then gasped as I pushed the head of it inside me.
“This is my speed,” I laughed huskily.