"Let's go," he murmured. He slipped off the couch and, pulling me with him, we wandered down the hall to my bedroom. We hadn't even made it halfway down the hall when he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, kissing me hard while his hands roughly explored my body. A shiver ran through me as his hands brushed over my breasts, my nipples already hard and seeking his attention.
He kicked the bedroom door open, grabbed me and kissed me hard as he guided me over to the bed. Our lips parted and we stood before one another, breathless, his eyes trailing from my face down my body. He gripped the edge of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head, dropping it onto the floor. His eyes wandered over my body and suddenly, I remembered I wasn't wearing any of the pretty lingerie I had bought on my shopping trip this afternoon. I had spent a small fortune on all that frilly lace attire, and here I was wearing one of my normal cotton bras and plain old cotton granny panties, as Jenna so appropriately called them.
I started to cover myself up when I was pulled back into the moment when I heard Chase groan, "You look fucking amazing."
I had no time to react because his mouth crashed hard into mine and his tongue brushed through my mouth, bringing me right back to the moment, and I forgot all about what I was wearing. His hand found my breast, and he brushed his thumb over my nipple as he kissed down the side of my neck. I felt his hands reach around to my back and begin to fiddle with the clasp on my bra when I froze.
"What is it?" he whispered, fighting to take my lips again.
"What if...what if you don't like me?" I questioned. I felt like I was in my teens again. It had been so long since a man had seen me, I was feeling super insecure.
He stopped what he was doing and, still holding me in his arms, looked down into my face. I felt the clasp of my bra go and the material became loose on me. "Impossible," he whispered, smiling at the fact that I hadn't even noticed he had flicked the clasp of my bra.
"You say that...but..."
His lips pressed hard into mine, stopping me from speaking any more than I already had, and he backed me up to the bed. The back of my knees finally met the edge of the mattress, and I fell backward onto my soft bed. He wasted no time. His hands gripped the waistband of my yoga pants, quickly ripping them and my panties off me.
I looked up at him as he stood there between my legs, still fully clothed. I could see his cock painfully straining against the zipper of his jeans as his eyes took in my body. He bent over top of me and took the straps of my bra, the tips of his fingers grazing over my arms as he pulled it away from my body. He kneeled down between my legs onto the bed, one arm supporting the weight of his body, the other hand gently rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth as his met mine.
"You're beautiful," he murmured as I let out a soft moan as he gently pinched my other nipple between his fingers. He kissed down my neck, pressing tiny kisses along my collarbone, and then running his tongue from my neck down between my breasts. He trailed his tongue up my left breast, rolling his tongue around my nipple, and then sucking it into his mouth. Then he repeated the same action over to the other one. I could feel the heat and throbbing between my legs intensify as he trailed his tongue down my belly, stopping and lightly blowing over my skin.
I felt him slide off the bed onto the floor, and he kissed my lower belly, which caused me to jump. I lifted myself up, resting on my elbows, and watched as he grabbed my legs, placing his hands on the inside of my thighs and forcing my legs open. "You’re so fucking wet," he muttered as he blew his warm breath on my already throbbing center.
I watched him as he looked up at me, and I had just about come on the spot listening to his words. I bit my lower lip. He had barely even touched me yet, and my body was already begging for him to make me come undone. I arched my back and bit my bottom lip as he blew over me again. He had me hooked around him, and I felt his hands grip my waist, holding me in place, and then I felt his hot tongue connect with my center, causing my head to fall back in pleasure. His tongue ran through my wet folds once, and I was thriving and panting and fighting from screaming his name as my hands gripped his. The harder I gripped, the harder he gripped back, my body straining as he continued this wonderful torture that was almost too much for me to endure. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I let out a thunderous moan as my release came.
I was completely spent as I rested on the mattress, my eyes closed, trying hard to regain control over my breathing. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would beat right out of my chest. I lay there in the quietness of my room and heard him chuckle as I felt the bed move, and I opened my eyes to look in his direction. He now stood between my legs. His jeans had fallen to the floor, his hard, thick cock sat in his hand, and his eyes washed over me as he stood there stroking himself.
Before I could say anything, even beg for a moment to regain control over myself, he dropped his cock and gripped my legs, pulling me down to the edge of the bed. He was definitely in control of this situation, and I secretly loved every second of it. Once he had me where he wanted me, he ran his cock through my wet center, placing himself snuggly against my entrance. Bending down, he met my lips as he slowly inched himself inside of me, stretching me, his hands running over me, gripping my body as he pumped deeply into me. I cried out his name and dug my fingers into his back as he pressed his way into me, until he was fully seated in me.
"Soph..." he breathed out as he continued to pump into me, slow and deep. I gripped his back, feeling his tense muscles, his breathing ragged, and thought for a second that I felt his body quiver. He hands gripped my body tightly, stiffening as he poured himself into me. He collapsed against me, catching his breath.
We now lay in the dark, my head resting on Chase's chest, listening to his heart beating. His fingers danced in tiny circles on my shoulder, occasionally kissing the top of my head. "What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"I just don't want you to think that I am always that weak. I can normally go for hours."
I blushed at his words, not sure what to say.
He chuckled a little. "I'm also really curious as to why we waited so fucking long to do this?" he said, pulling me closer to him.
I thought for a minute. I searched my mind to try and find some reason that actually made sense for me to answer his question. The longer I thought about it, I quickly realized that I could not come up with anything that made sense. I didn't know if it was because he had just totally blown my mind or because part of me had always secretly wanted him. Whatever the reason, I was glad we finally had, and I was looking forward to the rest of the week. I shrugged and, looking off into the distance, I whispered, "Honestly, I don't really know why."
"Well, that calms me a bit. It must have been good if you're actually answering that question with that answer." He chuckled, placing his arm behind his head, pulling me closer.
I lifted my head and kissed his lips. "I really can't think of a way that it could have been any better. Thank you."
Chase chuckled. "Well, I can." He rolled up onto his shoulder and pulled the blankets up over our head and kissed me hard, his hands roaming over me again, leading us both back down that path of no return.
14
Chase
Iwoke to the shower running. Other than that, the apartment was silent, and the sun was starting to rise over the neighboring apartment buildings. I rolled onto my back, put my arm behind my head, and lay there staring at the ceiling, trying not to think of Sophie naked in the shower, but it was proving to be impossible.
I had laid awake long after Sophie had fallen asleep. I lay there watching her, watching the calmness on her face that I so rarely saw from my best friend. The evening had started off somewhat rough but had ended in mind-blowing sex. I loved my best friend, but at times she was so uptight and worried about everything that it drove me crazy. Especially now she was so worried about how things would end up progressing between us that it had pretty much forced me to pick up my game. That was one thing that was different about her than all the others I dated, I rarely had to work at it, which had made me lazy. Images flashed through my mind of her earlier in the evening. The look on her face when I had taken her on the carriage ride down to the lake, then the look in her eyes at the end of our first kiss. I softly smiled to myself thinking about it. The more I had watched her while she slept the more I realized just how beautiful she truly was. Suddenly, the need to place my lips on hers was overwhelming, and I'd had to force myself to roll over to keep from kissing her again.
I'd had no idea where it had come from, but that same need that I had fought off last night while watching her sleep was starting all over again. My cock was starting to ache at the thought of kissing those perfectly bowed lips. I reached under the sheets and gripped the base of my cock, squeezing it, trying to get the throbbing to stop, but it did little good. "Fuck it," I said aloud to myself and got up from the bed.
I was just about to the bathroom door when I heard the shower shut off. A huge surge of disappointment ran through my body, but I decided to go ahead and open the door anyways. We could always just jump right back into that hot shower.