10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Chase

W hat the fuck did she just do to me?

I glanced down at her hand, then at her and shook my head.

I hadn’t done that since it was our first time in the back of my truck while in high school. There was just something about this woman, though, that always spun my head. When I started flirting with her, this isn’t what I thought would happen, but I can’t deny that I wanted it. That I wanted her.

Okay, that I’ve wanted her for a while now.

But want and love were not the same thing. Lust and love weren’t either.

That was all this was, lust. She still did things to me, and I wanted to explore more of what she discovered about herself.

And if I’m being honest, she discovered a lot that went pretty well with what I liked too. I mean, I’ve never been tied up and at someone’s mercy, though I liked the thought. I have done it to others though.

“It’s big.”

I raised a brow as I smirked, and she rolled her eyes before pointing to my neck.

“Oh, I can bet it is. And dark. I have no idea how I’m going to explain that this time.”

In an odd turn of events, way back when, it wasn’t Belinda that had love bites, it was me. Because she knew the one trick to get me riled up.

“You are an adult. Shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“I am,” I told her, tugging on her arm and pulling her closer. “Just like you are.”

With that, I cupped her cheek and brought her in for a kiss. Damn, her lips were like an electric current, and it was flowing through me, wreaking havoc on my poor mind.

I moaned as I finally pulled back, easily undoing and pushing off her clothes. The sun had started to set, making the living room far too dark.

I grinned as I stood up and plugged in not just the lights on the Christmas tree, but on the strand I was working with.

“They don’t get hot,” I told her, eyeing her body that she was desperately trying to cover. I had to fight the urge not to ravish her, but instead, cherish her. Something told me after her ex, she steered clear of men, and probably sex.

I laid her down, giving her lips the barest of touches. “Just trust me.”

The look in her eyes spoke volumes.

With that, I wrapped the strand around her arm, then moved it around the other one, only to loop it around the same chair leg she tied me to. Then I brought the strand right down her chest, over her plump stomach, and then down her center to wrap around her thigh.

God, this woman was insanely gorgeous to me.

I would love to say she was as beautiful as she was ten years ago, but I couldn’t. Because she had taken on womanly curves, she had filled out in other areas, and they were all places I wanted to touch, kiss, nip, lick, and tease.

I moved over her, kissing the spots where the lights lit up her skin, making her squirm. Sure, I caught the faint marks and scars, one would have to be blind not to see them. However, she had already told me the story, I didn’t need to know these were from her ex.

For now, I just needed to show her how special she was. How much I enjoyed her, and how much I wanted this.

With that, I moved between her legs, moving the strand with me so that I could light up her core. I enjoyed the quick intake of her breath as I positioned myself, being eye level with her center.

“You’re wet,” I told her, running my finger over her folds.

“You did that.”

“Don’t worry, B, I’ll make you feel better too.” And with that, I dived my tongue into her pussy, causing her hips to arch. I threw my arm over her hips, pinning them down, along with the lights.

And with the glow from the fireplace, the tree, and the strand wrapped around her, she was like my very own unique and personal present that Santa so nicely dropped on my door.

“Chase,” she whimpered, her fingers rolling through my hair and I looked up at her, seeing the glaze in her eyes.

She needed me to take her over. I got that.

And I would.

With pleasure.

“I got you, sweetheart.”

I flicked my tongue against her clit, then slid a finger into her, making her shake.

I couldn’t help but wonder, as I feasted on this perfect pussy, just how long it had been for her? How long had a man shown her love? Compassion? Passion?

“So…close.”

I could feel her twitch against my tongue and fingers, so I added another one as I drew her clit into my mouth and sucked. Her sounds were only pushing me on, making me harder than I was before.

I had to be careful because I was not about to come in my jeans again.

“YES!” she cried, her whole body shaking as her juices coated my hand and mouth. And I enjoyed every taste of it.

Slowly, I let her calm down before I tossed my jeans off, wrapped the end of the strand around me, then posed above her, looking into her eyes.

“It’s been a long while since I’ve been with anyone, Belinda.”

“My ex was my last, Chase. I still trust you.”

I bent down to kiss her as I slid my dick into her core.

It was heaven.

It was perfect.

It was like being home.

A thought I knew I shouldn’t focus on but couldn’t help.

With an ease like no time had passed between us, I moved, pushing into her. And her body followed, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“It’s never felt as good,” I mumbled, lifting up to look at her.

She smiled, easily wrapping me up in a spell. The lights surrounding us and on us, made it feel like something so different than a floor in the living room.

The feel of her body beneath mine, the feel of her center wrapped tightly around my cock, the nails digging into my back, it was all right. All amazing.

And hell, I never wanted to leave this cocoon.

“Same here, sweetheart.”

I took her lips in another deep kiss, my tongue matching my cock as they both moved in and out, teasing and tormenting. What was it about this woman that had me seeing stars? To want to please her as much as I could and then annoy her?

Whatever it was, she hadn’t left my system all those years ago like I thought she had.

And when I thought I was just easing some tension, I could help but wonder now, if I was setting myself up to go down another road of loss and heartache?

“Come with me,” I whispered as I kissed along her neck.

We couldn’t be any closer, her breasts pushed against my chest, her legs wrapped around me, the strand probably being the only thing keeping us from being one.

And actually, I found that rather hot.

“Take me there,” she told me again. Her words urged me on, making my hips faster and then her breath caught, and she tossed her head back. I swear, I saw stars as she clenched around me, sending me over the mountain with her.

And as I stared down at her, caught in the glow of the oranges, reds, and whites, I knew I had to steel myself for the end that would come. Because with this woman, this gorgeous, funny, take-no-shit woman, there was always an end.