“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Please, Chase… Fuck me.”
With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes into me. The stretch is exquisite, a fullness I’ve never felt before. He waits for me to accommodate to his size, before slowly pushing all the way to the hilt, making me cry out with the intensity of it. My nails dig into his skin, raking down his back.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so tight, Serena. So fucking tight and wet and perfect.”
Then he begins to move, drawing almost all the way out, then steadily pushing himself into me, deeper. Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure through me. I’m lost in the rhythm, in the feel of him inside me, his body moving against mine. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans, his forehead resting against mine.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, the command carrying in his voice again.
I hesitate. Unsure what to say. No one has ever asked me before. “I want you. I want you to fuck me.”
He slows down, drawing his entire body back until his eyes bore into mine. “I’m going to need you to be more specific, princess. Tell me what you want.”
I whimper as he continues to draw the huge length of him out with agonizing slowness.
“More,” I gasp, my hips rising to meet his. “I want you deeper.”
I catch the flash of desire in his dark eyes before he obliges. His hips snap forward in one smooth, powerful thrust, driving into me. A strangled moan rips from my throat as I cling to him, every nerve ending on fire.
His pace quickens, each thrust pushing me higher. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the room—skin and breath and need. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but suddenlyI’m close again. So close, and I can feel him teetering on the edge too, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Serena,” he growls, his voice breaking. “I want to feel you come over my cock.” Then he’s drawing back, hand reaching between my legs, thumb circling my clit as he continues to thrust into me.
His words, the feel of him deep inside me, his thumb doing impossible things, it pushes me over the edge. Suddenly the world blurs, the room shrinks. I cry out, my body tightening around him again as waves of pleasure ripple down my body. And a second later, he’s following me over the edge, his own release shuddering through him, before he collapses against me, his breathing ragged against my neck.
We stay like that for a long time, our bodies joined, our hearts racing in tandem. Then, gently, he pulls out and rolls onto his back, pulling me to his side and wrapping his arms around me, holding me close.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes filled with admiration as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “You are so beautiful, Serena.”
And despite what we’ve just done, I blush. One of my hands rests on his chest as I look up at him. The heat of desire simmers into a warm contentment. There’s something about the way Chase looks at me, like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, that makes me feel safe and protected in a way I’ve never felt before.
“You were right,” I say, the smile stretching across my face.
“That I’d make you beg?” He chuckles.
I shake my head. “That you’d ruin me for any other man.”
His eyes darken again as my words land. “The men you’ve dated, S?—”
“I know,” I cut in. “But it wouldn’t have mattered who I dated because no one ever came close to you. It’s always been you.” I swallow, tears burning the backs of my eyes.
Chase tilts my chin up so our eyes meet. “Fake dating you has felt more real than any other relationship I’ve ever had. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to realize it could be this way for us.”
His words wrap around us like a cocoon. There are still so many questions and unknowns, but there are no games. No pretense. We have time to answer them and figure this out.
The night grows still. We talk and touch, our bodies tangled together. The soft hush of fall wind against the windows is the only sound outside our quiet bubble.
Time drifts. At some point we wriggle under the covers, legs entwined. His fingers trace a slow, lazy pattern over my arm. The warmth of his body is a steady comfort against mine, his skin radiating heat, calm at first, but then stirring more. The memory of his touch between my legs tingles through my body, and slowly, inevitably, my thoughts draw back to desire.
“Are you sleeping?” I ask quietly, my hand trailing down his body.
Chase answers by lifting the cover, revealing the thick, full line of his erection. “With you in my bed, I’m not sure I’ll ever sleep again.”
I laugh. “You managed it the other night when I stayed over at your apartment.”
He makes a face.
“You didn’t sleep?” I ask.