Chapter 14

Cheyanne

Askingfor a kiss opened a dam I never wanted to shut. All day, Chandler and I had been unable to keep our hands and lips off each other. I loved every second of it. I also loved the excursions he'd planned for us. We started our day pretty chill, with yoga for me and golf for Chandler, before going on a tea factory tour. After that, we went to another waterfall then ended the day with a fun cooking class and high tea.

Tomorrow, we'd have a full-day excursion, touring a couple of national parks and temples, so I was glad we were able to squeeze in a few different things today. I had no in-between when I traveled. Either I wanted to be busy all day or relaxing in bed or on a beach doing nothing at all. I loved that Chandler was the exact same way. It was always easy for us to make plans and not have to worry about being disappointed or bored to appease the other person.

Once we showered, I was ready to get in bed and call it a day. My excitement and energy waned the moment my body processed we were back in our villa. I cuddled up next to Chandler, surprised I felt so comfortable with him so quickly, physically. That was further confirmation to me that I'd made the right choice by exploring things between us on this trip.

"Did you enjoy yourself today?" he asked.

"Absolutely. You?"

"Yeah. Sri Lanka was never a place I wanted to visit, but I'm glad I did. It's out of this world."

"I'm glad I got to come here with you. That makes taking this place off my bucket list twice as special."

"Thank you, baby. That makes me happy."

"You really mean that, don't you?" Sitting up, I rested against the headboard. "You really enjoy me and making me happy."

Chandler sat next to me. "Yeah, Chy, I do."

His admission reminded me of the power of words and how, from the wrong person, they could cause a hell of a lot of pain. But from the right person, they could heal it. Our lips connected, and I decided, in this moment, I wanted to give myself to him fully.

Our kisses were hungry. It was like he wanted more, just like I did, but he held back. I wanted his hands on my body, so I put them there. He immediately took control. From my hardened nipples to my belly, thighs, and clit, Chandler took his time introducing his fingers to my skin.

I spread my legs wider, allowing him to circle my opening. The seated position allowed him to hit my G-spot and clit at the same time. My lips trembled against his as I moaned.

"That's it, baby," he moaned, deepening his plunge. "Be a good girl and cum for me."

My legs locked around his arm as I came against his fingers. "Oh my God." My words slurred and back arched as I released.

Chandler waited until my walls stopped pulsing to pull his fingers out of me and lift them to his nose. His eyes fluttered as he inhaled my scent before licking my cum off his fingers.

"I knew it," he mumbled.

"Knew what?"

"That you would taste good."

He returned his lips to mine and lowered my body to the bed.

"How far are we going, beautiful? Are we stopping here?" My head shook, and I shivered from the feel of his fingers swirling against my stomach. "Can I get a better taste of your sweet pussy?"

Biting down on my bottom lip, I nodded. "Yes, Chandler. I want you inside of me too."

"Are you sure?" I nodded. "Use your words."

"I'm sure."

Chandler took his time removing my nightgown, then his sweats and boxers. I didn't mean to stare, but I was mesmerized by the sight of his hardened dick. The dark chocolate, long pipe had a curve that made my mouth water at the sight of it. I always felt like Chandler had big dick energy, but seeing it and knowing I'd soon feel it was an altogether different thing.

Lying flat, he told me, "Sit on my face so I can eat you."

I did as he requested and sat on his face. My thighs were already drenched from having his fingers inside of me. He kissed along them and licked between my folds before latching on to my clit. Palms pressed against the wall, I rocked against his face as he licked and sucked my clit. The already bloomed bud throbbed in his mouth in pleasure. His hands went from rubbing and squeezing my ass to holding my waist or using it to bounce me against his tongue or keep me frozen in place.

It didn't take long before I was cumming again, but he didn't stop. Instead, he slipped a finger inside of me and stroked me as he sucked and licked my clit, pulling a third orgasm out of me.

When my clit became too sensitive, I lowered myself down his frame. He rolled us over and wrapped my legs around himself before pressing his way inside of me. Our lips were connected, but mine formed an O by the time he reached the pit of me. We both released low hums as he stilled. With our eyes locked, mine watered. I couldn't believe this was finally happening. He gave me a shy smile before kissing me and slowly circling his hips against me.

His strokes were long and deep… and so slow. Slurred curses and whimpers continuously fell out of my trembling lips. The feel of his breath against my ear as he talked me to and through my orgasm only intensified the pleasure. I rocked my hips and met his strokes, causing him to moan.

The moment my walls began to tighten around him, my back arched as I dug into his back with my nails.

"Don't stop rocking them hips. You were chasing that nut… Come get it."

"Chandler…" I whimpered as he gripped my hands and lifted them over my head.

"Mm… You sound so good calling my name while I'm in this pussy. Let me hear it again."

"Ch-Chandler… ah…"

My core heated and spine tingled. Warmth spread throughout my entire frame. Before I could prepare for what was about to happen, my walls pulsed as I gushed and came. I'd never secreted so much cum in my fucking life. I looked down at the connection of us as Chandler released a growl.

"You a creamer. I love that shit."

"My… I… My pussy has never done that before."

"That's because she's mine. This my pussy, and she will only do that for me."

His strokes hardened, driving his point home. The sound of our bodies connecting as I matched his strokes filled the room.

"Tell me it's my pussy," he demanded against my ear.

"It's your pussy."

"Again." I repeated it. "Again." I did again. "Hmm… Again."

"It's… shiiit!"

I pulled in a deep breath as another orgasmic wave caused my body to tremble. As I came, I cried out his name. That time, Chandler came with me. He lifted my ankles to his shoulders, increasing his pace and deepening his strokes. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I gripped the sheets, hoping I could keep the energy needed to accept all he had for me.

The Next Morning

I wokeup with a smile on my face. I woke up in Chandler's arms. For a moment, I wondered why we hadn't done this sooner, then I remembered I'd been keeping him at bay. And he'd been so patient with me.

"Good morning, beautiful." The sound of his husky morning voice made my spine tingle.

"Good morning."

Chandler kissed my head, causing me to curl up against him. He chuckled. "Are you close enough?"

"Not quite."

"You know what would make us closer?"

"Hmm?"

His hand slipped between us, caressing my already slick folds. He was right—us becoming one was as close as we could get. I lowered myself under the covers and took his shaft into my mouth. It was hard and veiny and curved and delicious. The sound of his moans and groans made me even wetter as I sucked and licked him until he pushed me away.

I turned, riding him reverse cowgirl until we both came, then I got out of bed to take care of my hygiene. The sight of my reflection in the mirror tickled me. I was glowing, and my hair was all over the place. You could definitely tell I'd been freshly fucked, and I loved how satisfied and happy I looked.

I took a quick yet thorough shower so Chandler could occupy the bathroom. He let me know he'd ordered breakfast as he passed me to get into the bathroom, and I thanked him because I was starving. Since we'd gotten up pretty early, I'd be able to get a few laps in at the main pool before we left to start our excursions for the day.

Sleep had snuck back up on me. When I felt Chandler's body dent the bed, I forced myself to sit back up.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he said, pulling me onto his chest.

"I need to get up anyway. We have a lot to do today."

"Yeah. What do you think about just chilling tomorrow before we have to get out of here?"

"That sounds like a plan. Maybe we can get massages."

"That'll work. Whatever you want."

"I'm starting to accept that you actually mean that."

His chuckle was quiet, but I felt his body shudder against me. "Good. You know what else you should accept?"

"What?"

"You're mine, Chy."

Now that we'd taken things to the next level, that didn't sound so scary. Opening myself up to a romantic relationship with Chandler was refreshing more than it was draining.

"If I'm yours… that means you're mine, and I can have you any time I want, right?"

"It does." He tilted my head by my chin, looking into my eyes as he said, "You can have me whenever, however, and you can come to me for whatever. I'm at your disposal and here for your pleasure. Just continue opening up for me and let me provide."

My hand wrapped around his neck, and I lowered his lips to mine. Our centers reconnected, and we separated only so he could answer the door and get our food.

The Next Day

"We should talk,"Chandler said, handing me a glass of wine. "I apologize for not bringing this up sooner."

"What is it?" I asked, getting comfortable in bed. We'd gone axe throwing and decided to chill after lunch. I wasn't sure what we were going to do tonight, but I was excited to see what would be in store.

"Are you on birth control?" Oh. That. "I didn't bring condoms. Though, to be honest, if I had, I probably wouldn't have used them." He chuckled shyly before looking away briefly. "That sounds reckless, and I've never done that before."

"You've never not used a condom before?" I confirmed.

He nodded. "Yes. I have never not used a condom before. You're the first woman I've ever made love to raw."

"Why'd you feel comfortable enough to do that with me?"

Chandler shrugged as his fingers slid up and down my exposed thigh. "I trust you—in all ways. That trust shouldn't have led to me cumming in you without your approval, though, especially since I don't know if you're on birth control or not."

"I am," I assured him, taking his hand into my free one and kissing his palm. "Thank you for trusting me. I trust you too. Clearly."

We mirrored each other's smiles until I took a sip of my wine. "If you weren't, would you have been okay with us risking conception? We just decided to see what could happen with us. Would that have been too much?"

"I know that birth control can fail, so there's always a chance I'll get pregnant. I would accept it if it happened, but I don't want it to happen any time soon."

"I agree. I want you to have my children eventually, though."

"How many do you want to have?"

"Three or four. I hated being an only child."

"Same!" I agreed, happy that there was yet another thing we could bond over.

Chandler and I continued to talk until it was time for dinner, which was a first. Well, it wasn't uncommon for us to talk, but it was uncommon for me to talk so much with a man on a romantic level. I loved the friendship we had before we took things to the next level, and I was nervous but excited to see where things would go.