Page 78 of Chase
“That gentle isn’t a word in your vocabulary.” I still as she repeats back how I described myself a matter of months ago. “You, Russell Chase, in your own warped and crazy way, are one of the sweetest men I have ever known. And I’ve fallen for you.”
The shoestring straps of the mint cotton summer dress she wears sit on her shoulders. I slide a single finger beneath one and pull it down onto her arm, then repeat with the second strap. The dress is loose-fitting and drapes from her breasts in swathes of fabric. It hides her curves but emits a feminine glow that is oh-so-fucking appealing.
My hand moves to her throat, my fingers wrapping around the back of her neck while my thumb strokes her windpipe. Her skin is sensitive beneath my touch; with each caress, she shivers. I kiss her again, this time more gently, taking a moment to enjoy her taste. My hand glides down over her shoulder, skimming her skin as our tongues dance.
Finding her straps again with each hand, I encourage the garment downward. The material falls to the floor and lies in a pool at her feet, exposing plump breasts with perfectly erect nipples. She stands before me in only a small white thong after slipping her feet from her sandals.
Crouching, I move to her panties, pinching the lace between my fingers and sliding them down her body. She steps out of them, and I collect her discarded clothes from the floor, folding each item and laying it on the bed. She watches my every move with eyes I could get lost in for days.
We don’t speak as I unbutton my white shirt, remove it from my body and carefully place it next to her clothes. My trousers, socks, and boxers go the same way until we are left standing naked in front of one another. Even though I’ve seen her in next to nothing dancing and practically naked under my brother’s touch, she’s more beautiful than I remember this close. Part of me wants to stand here and stare, enjoy the view as long she will allow me.
Her focus drops to my cock, which hangs heavy and hard between my legs, already throbbing with the need for her attention. My eyes follow hers as she looks up and flushes red, the glorious color coating her skin from her cheeks to her breasts.
“Come,” I say, holding out a hand. She takes it and we walk side by side to my pool. Five small steps take us down into the beautifully warm water; it’s deep enough to cover my body to the top of my chest. Samantha, being shorter, is covered to her neck. I take her in my arms and lift her up onto my waist. My cock rests against her pussy as we make our away across the pool to the edge. The water laps around us as we move, creating small waves. The glass wall with its chrome railing looks out over the city, buzzing beneath the evening sun.
“What if someone sees us?” she says, suddenly aware of our surroundings.
“Do you care?” I ask her.
“I’m not sure I do.” She giggles, that fucking sound that speaks directly to my soul. My cock hardens to the breaking point as my heart swells with her happiness. I never believed the saying that you’ll just know when you meet the one person you’re meant to be with. As I watched my friends fall in love, I never truly thought that time would come for me. It burns that this love won’t continue beyond a few months now that we’re here at this point.
I push her up against the glass, her legs around my abs and my fingers in her hair. “That ass of yours will look so fucking sexy right now on view to the world. I can imagine your cheeks spreading over the glass.” I move my hand down to her breast, cupping her gently then squeezing. My fingers go to her nipple and twist, caressing the bud between my fingertips. She groans. “You like that, Trouble?”
“Uh huh,” she mumbles, her voice barely audible. I move to her second nipple, repeating the gentle encouragement for them to stand tall until I’m looking down at two perfectly aroused nipples on soft, plump breasts. They breach the water, and I lower my lips to exposed flesh, scattering kisses over the mounds. Wrapping one arm beneath her ass, the other moves lower, and I step back a fraction to allow my fingers access between her legs.
“Keep those legs wide, Trouble,” I whisper, splaying my palm over her pussy. I enjoy being able to touch where I’ve most desperately wanted to for months. We stand together, me holding her most intimately and her playing with my hair. She grins at me unexpectedly, and I laugh in surprise. “What’s so funny?” She shakes her head, then looks away. “Trouble, tell me.”
“Of all the ways I imagined my first time with you being…” She chuckles again. “In your pool, in front of the city, was never where I imagined.”
“I am a man of surprises.”
“I learn that every day,” she says, then kisses my lips. “You just become more perfect.” It’s my turn to laugh then, and I bury my face in her neck.
“Of all the things I’ve been called in my life, perfect has never been one them.”
“You’re the perfect blend of passion, love, and insanity for me.”
A single finger finds her clit, and I push her piercing gently. “I love this. My own personal fuck button. One touch and that body of yours stands to attention,” I whisper in her ear. She flutters under my touch. It is so fucking sexy.
Slowly, I circle the spot, and her legs flex around me as the sensation begins to build. She rests her head on my shoulder as I work without haste, her body tensing and relaxing as the familiar build of a woman’s orgasm begins. I slide my finger inside, adding a second immediately as her slick walls encase my digits. I pump, and her body sucks me in, holding fast. I place my thumb on the bar over her clit as I move my fingers. She groans again, this time deeper, more needy.
“My girl is ready,” I whisper.” Does she want our long-awaited first time?”
“I’ve always been ready. Take me.”
I don’t need a second request, immediately removing my hand from her legs and grabbing an ass cheek in each palm. My cock lines up at her entrance, and I push forward carefully. She’s fucking tight. I need to thrust my hips to encourage her to open for me.
“Come on, Trouble, let me in.” I push again, her body giving way more but still resisting. Her pussy vibrates around me, the sensation intense. “Oh, Trouble, I can feel that pussy of yours wanting to come. Have patience, baby girl. Let me work you for a little while.” I stop moving, and she flexes her hips in impatience.
“Please, Russ,” she whimpers.
“Enjoy it, Trouble. Close those pretty eyes and feel me, what it feels like to have a man obsessed with you inside.” I kiss her shoulder. “Let that pretty pussy of yours hold me.” I rock my hips slowly, and my cock throbs for me to move harder. Wait, I will myself. I want this moment to last until the end of time. With each small stroke, she tightens more and it's fucking ecstasy.
“I’ll always hold you,” she whispers, and the joy of the moment breaks.
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”
“I have every intention of keeping my promises.”