10. Ten

Val

I lift my heavy eyes to his eyes; then I press myself more firmly against his hard body.

“I don’t want to stop, Chase.”

“Good,” he buries his face in the space between my neck and shoulder, then continues to nibble down my shoulder. In a gruff voice, he states, “I’m going to fuck you, Val.” I shiver at the promise in his words.

He suddenly reaches down and picks me up as if I weigh nothing at all, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me into his bedroom. Then, when he loosens his hold, I slide down his front. He seems to revel in my softness as my curves mold to his hard contours.

When he finally lets me go, I sway on my feet for just a moment.

My hands tremble as I unbutton his shirt, and then I slide my hands softly over his chiseled chest and shoulders. I push his shirt off of him so I can trail my fingertips over his black tribal tattoo that runs over his shoulder and down his arm. I make my way back down his hard chest and flat stomach. I see he has another tattoo that shows from just above the waistband of his jeans.

I feel his intake of breath when next, my hands slide to his waist, and I unbuckle his belt. Then Chase is pulling down his zipper, freeing his hard erection. He doesn’t stop there; he pushes down his jeans; he’s commando. I see the tattoo goes down the side of his hip. I reach out and run my hand down the edge of the tattoo. He sucks in his breath at my touch.

Then his hands are at my waist, and he unzips my jeans. When I shimmy out of my jeans, I hear him take another sharp intake of breath.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“A bodysuit.”

“Holy shit, that’s hot. No, don’t take it off yet,” he orders.

He places me down on his bed and follows me down.

He slowly spreads my thighs and lies between my legs. He nuzzles against me and slowly unsnaps my body suit, fastenings with his teeth. I feel the last snap open, and he’s there, at my most intimate place. I feel his hot breath. I can’t help but squirm in anticipation, so he holds my hips in place. Then he takes my leg and places it over his shoulder.

He takes a long, slow lick, caressing me with his tongue. I’m so ready that I feel the first quiver of response. I grab hold of Chase’s hair. Then my legs clench as my entire body tightens uncontrollably with my climax. When I slowly come down from my orgasm, I still have my hands fisted in Chase’s dark, shaggy locks.

I slowly let go of his hair. He then slides up my body, stripping off my body suit as he goes. He slips it off over my head, revealing my large breasts.

His hands immediately reach for my breasts, and he fills his hands with them. Then he leans down to lick and nip at my nipples until they harden to peaks from his attention.

He runs his large hands over my lush curves. His passion-filled eyes follow his hands as they continue to roam over my body. He makes me feel wanted, desired... wanton with my need.

He raises up and grabs a foil packet out of his nightstand. I watch as he rolls it over his hard length.

Then he’s between my legs. He enters me in one powerful thrust. He stills so my body can adjust to his invasion. When I begin to move, so does he. He pulls out, and then he’s thrusting back in. I feel so full, so stretched. He’s big. Very big. He feels so good.

He picks up the pace, “That’s it, Baby. That’s it.”

“Chase... Chase... Please.”

“Open your eyes, Val.”

I lift my heavy lids and look up into his intense blue eyes as they burn down at me. As soon as our eyes meet, he reaches down between us and finds that small bundle of nerves. He presses it with his thumb, hard. I shatter as he watches me.

“So beautiful. I knew you’d look this beautiful when you came in my arms.”

I smile sleepily at the compliment. After two intense orgasms, my body is tired. Chase shifts his weight to the side, then turns me so my back is pressed against his chest. He throws a heavy arm around my waist and mumbles something into my hair.

“What did you say, Chase?”

“I said, pink nipples. I’ve been wondering.”

“Oh.”

I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or pleased that he’s been wondering about my breasts.

“Chase?”

“Yeah?”

“This turned out to be a very special birthday.”

I feel him smile into my hair.

“It’s been special for me too, Wife.”

I must have fallen asleep because, when my eyes flutter open, I’m in Chase’s bed. But as I turn my head, the space beside me is empty. I reach out my hand, and the sheets are cold. He’s been up for a while.

What does that mean if he’s not here when I wake up? I don’t have that much experience with the morning after. The last thing I remember is him calling me his wife. It gave me a thrill.

But did he do this out of duty? Because he feels he has the right as my husband? A million thoughts rush in, and then I remember what he said before he called me his wife. He said it was special for him, too, and he’s been wondering about my body just like I’ve wondered about his.

I suddenly smile as I remember how he looked at me with a smoldering desire. I remember feeling cherished. Now, I have a wide smile on my face just as the bedroom door opens.

I look up. It’s Chase, and he’s got a grin on his face that matches mine.

“You’re up. I know you’re not a morning person, so I wanted to let you sleep. I thought about bringing you breakfast in bed, but I don’t have a tray or anything. But I went out and got breakfast. Want some?”

“Sure. Um... Chase, I need to go to my apartment to get something to wear.”

“No, you don’t.”

As I blush and give him a helpless look, he finally relents, “Okay, why don’t you use my shower, and I’ll go get you some clothes to wear?” At my nod of agreement, he says. “Anything in particular?”

“No, whatever you bring is fine. Besides, I can always change it later.”

He gives me a nod and then walks out. I get up and take a quick shower. I dry off, then pull my hair up into a messy bun with a rubber band I find in his medicine cabinet. I try not to snoop.

When I walk back into his bedroom, I look for my clothes, but all I see is a large T-shirt of his and my hot pink panties. I slip on the T-shirt and panties and then walk into the kitchen.

Chase looks up, and his hungry eyes rake over my form as I walk over to the coffee pot.

He comes up behind me, and I feel his hands as they fondle my unbound breasts. One of his hands pulls up the T-shirt, and he eyes my hot pink panties with a smug smile on his face.

“Satisfied?”

“For right now, yes.”

I blush at the hot, lusty look in his eyes. Chase is always charming, but in this mood, he is downright irresistible.

He sits down at the table, and I sit down across from him.

I look down at the takeout containers. He bought a little bit of everything. There are scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and hash browns. I look at a container off to the side and see an Everything bagel with plain cream cheese. The bagel is still warm. He smiles as I reach for it.

“I should have known you’d want that.”

I smear on a huge amount of cream cheese with a little salt and take a bite.

“Thank you! This is so good.”

I watch as Chase takes the rest of the food from the containers and dumps it all on his plate. He then proceeds to eat.

“I’m always amazed that you can put away so much food and never gain weight.”

He shrugs. “I think you put too much attention on stuff like that.”

At my surprised look, he states, “You’ve got a great body, Val. It turns me on,” he gives me a wink, “but having met your aunt, hell, I’m surprised you’re not having to go to therapy sessions just to be normal.”

I laugh. “Things were harder after my parents died. My aunt isn’t the nicest person in the world.”

“That’s an understatement.” Chase also has coffee poured.

“Um, Chase? Should we talk about last night?” I bit my lip.

Chase sighs, “Look, Val. Don’t overthink this. We had sex. It was great. We have chemistry, and we’re going to be living together for a year. I think we should enjoy the sex and have fun while we’re together and just leave it at that.”

I feel his intense blue gaze as he waits for my response.

I suddenly give a mischievous smile. “Okay. It’s a deal. We’ll enjoy the sex and have fun while we’re together.”

Chase smiles, “Deal.” he raises his coffee, and we clink the cups together.

We eat the rest of our breakfast in comfortable silence.

He looks down at his now clean plate. “That was good.”

We both stand and take our plates to the kitchen. He rinses them, and I place them in the dishwasher.

“Where are the rest of my clothes?”

“They’re on the couch.”

As I raise my eyebrow at him, he just grins and says, “I had to fulfill a fantasy I had.”

“Oh, really? It involved hot pink panties and your T-shirt.”

“Yeah, it was from our wedding night.”

I turn around to walk over to the couch to get my clothes, and he gives me a smack on my backside.

It startles me. Am I the kind of girl who likes that? I grin; apparently, I am. I look over my shoulder at him with another eyebrow raised.

The look in his eyes has my panties getting wet.

“Is your fantasy fulfilled?” I ask huskily.

“Not yet,” he advances on me and swoops me up and over his shoulder and then drags me back to his bedroom and drops me on the bed.

“But it’s going to be.”