Shivering slightly as the cool breeze moved over her body, she opened her eyes slightly and gazed up sleepily.
"Go back to sleep, honey. I was just making you comfortable." As she closed her eyes once more, he wished he had the strength of will to tear his eyes away from the perfection of her body. She was small statured, but that didn't take away anything, he decided. It just made the package more enticing. Her softly rounded hips, her perfect hand-sized breasts, even the slight bulge of her abdomen make him ache to slide between her thighs.
She wasn't fat by any means, he thought, but she definitely didn't look anorexic like the majority of other women in his life before her. He knew better than to keep looking at her, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. The soft scrap of lace covering her core was too enticing, and his fingers were drawn to trace over the outline of her plump nether lips. If her body hadn't responded, perhaps he would have been strong enough to allow her to sleep. The dampness through the thin material as he continued to rub slowly against her was more than he could resist.
Sliding under the material, he couldn't stop his finger from delving inside her warm heat. Her soft moan of pleasure encouraged him to go further. Her core was sweet perfection, he thought as he slowly withdrew. Bringing his finger to his lips, he suckled the taste of her with pleasure. He knew he should stop, but he didn't want to think about reality at the moment. He only wanted to feel what her delicious body could offer him.
Rolling over to his bedside table, he opened the drawer and found a condom. He'd bought a box of them after their last time together, vowing to never be unprepared. Sliding it over his engorged cock, he turned back to gaze over the perfection that was all Jessie. Even in her sleep, she was enchanting, he thought. Her soft lips parted as she slowly inhaled and exhaled the peace on her face making her look even more angelic. A better man would have stopped. Working the thin material of her panties down her legs, he tossed it aside, and his finger found her again.
She was having the most incredible dream, and the sensations were so real she wished she could sleep forever. Her heart felt like it was racing as a long finger slowly rode her, making her hips arch off the bed. Her body wanted more and pushed against the hand giving her such pleasure. Biting her lip, she tried not to cry out as another digit stretched her sex.
She was so wet, he thought as he parted her thighs and moved between them. Holding his cock in one hand, he pushed forward into her tightness, groaning as her flesh gripped him like a glove. Inching in slowly, he wanted to savor each sensation as she took him to her womb. Watching their bodies join was incredible, and he slowly began to move.
Her eyes opened slowly, and feeling him riding her, she almost came undone immediately. Waking from a dream to the incredible feel of him embedded so deeply in her was nothing short of amazing. Still languid, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Each slow thrust had her spiraling to the edge so quickly, she cried out his name.
Feeling her body tense, he increased the rhythm, pleased that she was enjoying how he’d awakened her. He could get used to this, he thought, watching her head fall back. Her eyes closed as she gave in to the ecstasy he was bringing her. Grabbing her wrists, placing them over her head, he never lost a stroke as he held them pinned against the mattress. His thrusts became forceful as he neared his own release, and her silken folds clenching and releasing --almost fighting against the momentum he was building-- was the closest thing to pure rapture he'd ever experienced. Grunting out her name, he had the best orgasm of his adult life.
When he could breathe again, he rolled her over on top of him. "Hell, Jessie girl, what you do to me!"
She was just as breathless as he was, and could only lie there gasping for several seconds. That was undoubtedly the most erotic lovemaking of her life, she thought. Who knew that being awakened that way could be so incredible? "I could wake up every morning like that," she said, resting her face against his chest. Realizing what she'd said, she instantly regretted the words, even if they were the truth.
He chuckled softly, allowing his hands to caress the long silky strands of hair that were now slightly damp. "I'll remember you said that." He was shocked to feel his cock growing hard inside her again already and rolled her over before pulling out. He doubted the condom could handle another round like that, and slid out of the bed to toss it in the trash.
She watched his every movement, not sure if she should be embarrassed being sprawled out on his bed, but still so relaxed she didn't feel like moving. Chase was such an experienced lover, he'd made her feel things she'd never even dreamed possible, and when he joined her again, she felt guilty, knowing she wanted to experience even more.
"What's going on in that beautiful mind?" he asked, lowering beside her, resting on his side.
Lowering her face so as to not meet his eyes, she shook her head. She couldn't tell him what she was really thinking. He'd think she was insatiable.
"None of that shyness with me, missy." He chuckled and lifted her chin with his hand. "I truly want to know what you're thinking." He didn't add, before I take you for another round. Amazing as it was, his body wasn't ready to stop yet.
Nibbling on her lower lip, she decided she really didn't have anything to lose by being honest. "I was just thinking there's probably so much you could show me." She whispered the words, glad there was only a small amount of light pouring in from the now rising sun outside, so the blush she could feel on her face wasn't that visible.
As if he needed any other reason to want her, those words made him feel invincible. "Jessie girl, you may not be able to walk after I show you all the sexual pleasures I've got in store for you. Roll over on your stomach," he demanded hoarsely. The thought of all the ways he could bring her to the brink moved through his mind, and he hoped she was ready to be sore.
She didn't even think when he told her what he wanted. She turned over and waited for whatever he had in mind next. Hearing him roam around the room, she was almost impatient for him to be back in bed with her.
Sliding on another condom, he allowed his gaze to fall on her perfect, heart-shaped ass. It was more than he could resist and a hand fell against the pale flesh. He enjoyed the splash of color that immediately appeared. "Such a beautiful vision." Smiling, his large hand caressed the same spot before coming down again on the other cheek.
Tensing at the strange sensation, she realized there was little painful about what he was doing. Oddly enough, it made her ache for him. When he parted those twin globes, though, her breath caught in her throat. When his finger stroked against her untried entrance, she tensed.
"Relax, Jessie girl," he said calmly. "I promise I won't take you this way. I just want to explore." Pleased as she relaxed again, he pushed slightly against the tightness of that orifice, and inched his finger in a few inches. He knew this was something it would take months to get her comfortable enough to enjoy with him, but he was looking forward to being her first. Sliding his finger away, he lowered his mouth to find the soft petals of her sex and darted his tongue in and out until she was writhing beneath him in pleasure.
When she was ready for him, he lifted her up to rest on her elbows and slid into her from behind with unhurried movements. His finger found her other chamber, and slowly entered that untried haven. He knew she was feeling him so much deeper this way, and didn't want to rush it. "Rise up on your hands," he demanded. As soon as she complied, he used one hand to hold her hip, the other hand occupied as his finger rode her slowly.
The pleasure that soared through her at his action was unbelievable, even if the pressure of his finger was foreign. As he began to ride her, he rotated his digit, stretching her body for the way he would take her one night. He was so deep. She could feel him bumping against her womb. It was like nothing she had felt in her life before. The sensation of being filled both ways was mind blowing.
Sliding his finger from her, a moan escaped her lips that had him ready to explode.
Her body tensed and found release al
most immediately as his finger pulled away. Dear God I can't believe I feel this much, she thought.
"I'm not done with you yet, Jessie girl. You’d better hold on." He gripped both of her hips and drove long and hard inside her, then retreated, only to plunge again. He couldn't seem to get enough, and almost didn't want to come as his own body exploded. His mind wasn't ready to stop yet, so his fingers stroked her until she fell apart at the seams. Pulling from her clenching flesh, he wondered how many times he could help her find paradise. Allowing his thumb to push inside her drenched core, he was determined to find out.
Moving his thumb back to her tight orifice, he pushed inside, the lubrication making it much easier this time. Sliding in and out, he noted she was not resisting him at all and smiled. "Can you come again, Jessie girl? Shall we see?"
"I can't, Chase," she whimpered softly. Her body had never known so much pleasure and she wasn't sure if she could handle any more.
"I bet you can, Jessie girl." He chuckled wickedly, allowing his other hand to move around to the front. His thumb slowly rode her untried chamber. With his other hand, he allowed two fingers to pinch her clit. "Come for me, Jessie. Don't deny me." He was exhausted but refused to give up this battle.
She wanted to beg him stop, even as her body screamed for even more. The sensation of having him touch her this way was almost too much. "Chase, please," she cried out as her body tensed yet again on the brink of fulfillment. Surely she would die from all these incredible sensations, she thought.
He wasn't giving in and rode her faster with his thumb. Allowing the other two fingers to slide into her core, he plunged deeply. He knew she was capable of great passion. She just needed someone to bring it out in her. "Come now, Jessie girl!" He raised his voice as his fingers continued to crescendo, playing her body expertly until she cried out in completion. "That's my sweet girl," he cooed. Pulling his fingers from her flesh, he turned her over, allowing her to fall back on the bed. Pulling her into his arms, he held her tightly.
They both fell asleep again, and he woke her later, demanding all her body would give and then more. When he knew he had to leave the bed, it was with a sense of regret. His mind had been on pleasing her, and doing so had pushed all his other worries to the backburner. He knew that sooner rather than later he had to face reality though, and he wasn't a man that hid from the truth.
"Grab a shower, sweet girl, and I'll go ask Louise to get breakfast started." Giving her a tender smile and a chaste kiss on her lips, he slid out of bed, found his shorts and left her alone in the room.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Light of Day
Making her way into his bathroom, there was no doubt about how sore she was. Her muscles ached in ways they'd never known before and she giggled. Thinking she now knew what it meant to be truly sexually satisfied. Standing under the warm spray of the shower, she didn't laugh at the stinging sensation between her thighs. The man was insatiable, she thought with a grin as she washed off. If she was able to walk today, it was going to be a miracle.
Stepping out of the shower, she realized she didn't have any regrets about what had happened last night. While Chase might have been insatiable, he was also a very generous lover, and there was no denying how much pleasure he'd given her. The ache between her thighs was definitely a small price to pay.
Walking back into his room, she didn't want to slide on her dress again and meet Louise. Without thinking twice, she went through his drawers and found a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that were entirely too big, but she rolled them down at the waist until she was assured they wouldn't fall off. She looked like a child playing in adult clothes, she decided, and laughed at her appearance in the full-sized mirror on his door.
No help for it. She shrugged and walked downstairs to find Chase, still barefoot. She was shocked as she noticed the time on the elegant clock hanging on the wall. It was already after twelve in the afternoon. Had they really been enjoying each other that long? Making her way to the kitchen, she smiled, seeing Louise, and tried to hide a blush.
"Well, hello there young lady." Louise smiled warmly. "I'm almost done here if you want to join Chase in the dining room." She pointed to the room behind her.
"Thank you, Louise, and good morning," she said, hurrying off to the other room, knowing it wasn't morning at all. Chase was talking on his cell phone, and she could tell the conversation wasn't a pleasant one. Sitting down at the imposing dining room table, she kept quiet while he continued his conversation.
He gave her a slight smile as he spoke with Carolyn, not wanting her to think he was upset with her. He wished he could go back to their fantasy land back in the bedroom. "Sorry," he mouthed as he listened to Carolyn. Louise had contacted his friend early this morning and she was helping to make funeral preparations.
Jessie shook her head to indicate he shouldn't be sorry, and smiled as Louise came in with a coffee tray. She poured them both a cup and asked quietly what she took. Jessie kept her tone low as she whispered, “Cream and sugar.”
Chase hung up with a loud sigh, putting the phone down on the table. "Morning." He forced a wink and a smile he didn't feel at the moment, but he wanted her to be comfortable.
"Afternoon," she whispered with a sad smile, knowing exactly what he was doing. "Are you okay?"
He nodded curtly, knowing he wasn't fooling her. "Carolyn was just giving me all the details for my father's funeral. Thank you Louise." He gave a half smile as she put his cup before him.
"I'll be back in with your breakfast." Louise nodded and walked back to the kitchen.
"I know how hard this is for you, Chase. If you need some time alone, I'll understand." She had enjoyed the most beautiful experience of her life last night, but she didn't want to feel like she was imposing on him during his time of grief.
He didn't want her to deal with the grief he was feeling, and nodded. "I probably could use a little time to myself Jessie, but let's eat our breakfast first, okay?" He didn't want her to leave, but it really wasn't right to ask her to stay again.
She was more than a little disappointed, but understood. Forcing a smile, she nodded. They ate their breakfast in relative silence before she stood to excuse herself. "Call me later if you feel up to it." She managed a fake smile. She didn’t want him to think she was upset about his decision.
"I wish we had met at a better time," he said, smiling apologetically. He walked her to the car, though he didn't want to let her leave. But she'd already done so much for him.
Reigning in her emotions at his words, she gave another brave smile. His kiss on her cheek seemed like a forever goodbye, and it was breaking her heart. She managed to slide into her car and drive off before the waterworks started.
Pulling off on the side of the road after she'd driven a few blocks, she allowed the tears to fall. Carolyn had warned her that he wasn't in the right frame of mind for a relationship. She herself knew how she'd reacted after her own mother passed away. None of that make the aching hurt less.
When she felt composed enough to drive, she headed back to her apartment. She wasn't that woman who could just casually sleep with a man. Granted, she hadn't known Chase very long, but already she felt things for him that surpassed anything she'd felt for Greg.
But she understood what he was going through. Jessie walked through her front door and tossed down her purse. She realized that while he probably did like her and felt attracted to her, he had needed to be comforted and she'd been available. The thought didn't sit well in her mind.
Pulling out her phone, she checked her messages, attempting to find something that would take her mind off the emotions that kept building. Seeing Amanda's text, her heart nearly stopped.
"I need you to call me. Where are you? Damn it, this is important." Reading Amanda's words, her own misery receded and she dialed her friend’s number. Amanda finally answered after the fifth ring.
"Are you okay?” Jessie asked anxiously.
"No I'm not. I've been trying to call you a
ll night. Please come over to my place." Amanda spoke the words in a rush.
Grabbing her purse again, Jessie talked as she made her way back to the car. "You're starting to scare me here. What's going on?"
"Just get here, and I'll explain." Amanda cried.
"I'm driving now. Do I need to call someone?" Jessie had no idea what was going on, and she floored the accelerator. Thankfully, Amanda only lived a few miles away, and she could get to her condo quickly.
"No!" Amanda screamed.
Hearing the panic in her friend’s voice, Jessie’s own hands trembled. Amanda was completely freaked out and not acting like herself. "I'm almost there now."
Getting silence on the other end, Jessie was close to panicking herself. After pulling up in front of the building, she took off running toward the elevator. Tapping her foot impatiently, she mentally urged the thing to come faster. Standing in front of her friend's door a couple minutes later, she knocked soundly.
Amanda pulled her into her arms and whimpered. "I don't know what to do." Tears fell down her cheeks.
Jessie forced herself out of the death grip Amanda had around her neck, and gasped as she saw the bruise on her cheek. "What happened?" Her eyes widened even more as she noted the ripped clothing her friend wore.
"He wouldn't stop." She paced the room, wincing with every step.
"Who wouldn't stop? You need a doctor!" She could see the pain Amanda was in, and her mind was completely overwhelmed. Who would hurt her, and why hadn't she called an ambulance?
"Derrick, the stupid prick lawyer," she said, sobbing."I can't go to the hospital. Everyone will know what he did."
"He hurt you." Judging from the bruise alone, the prick needed to be in jail. "You can't let him get away with this!" Jessie walked over to the phone and picked it up, determined that if her friend wouldn't report him, she definitely would.
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