She looked up and her eyes softened when they met his. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
The simple greeting hung in the air between them for a moment, and then she hopped up and threw herself into his arms. He held her tight. Damn, he never wanted to let her go.
“You got my text,” she said, the words muffled against his chest.
“I did.”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t show up.”
“Baby, never be afraid of that. If you need me, I’m here. I’ll always show up.”
She smiled up into his face. “Good to know. And...Chris?”
“Yes?”
She took a deep breath. “I love you, too.”
He kissed her, moving his mouth against hers tenderly. There would be time for breathless passion later, he’d make sure of that. But right now, he just wanted her to know how he felt about her. He wanted her to feel it in his kiss.
He reached up and wrapped one of her springy curls around his finger, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Want to get out of here? Like...maybe a scenic drive down to the waterfront?”
She laughed. “You’re on.”
They walked out onto the street, and the brisk night air hit his face. He was in one of the most vibrant cities in the world, walking hand in hand with the girl he loved, and she’d just told him she loved him, too.
Life didn’t get much better than that.
Chapter 17
"On second thought," Chris said as they made their way toward Chloe's car. "As much fun as a nostalgia make-out session down by the water front would be, I still have a couple nights left on my hotel. In the mood for a little staycation?"
Chloe stopped in her tracks and turned to him, grabbing the front of his shirt in her fists and pulling him toward her in a passionate kiss. "That's not all I'm in the mood for," she purred as she drew back.
"Damn," he said breathlessly as they got in her car. "I'm glad I thought to clean the place up a little before I left tonight."
They were quiet during the short trip to the hotel. The crackling intensity between them making the air thick and tense.
When they got out of the car and started to walk up toward the main doors, Chris took Chloe's hand in his. It was a simple gesture but it felt so full of promise to him. He was flooded with gratitude at the fact that she was here with him, and the fact that that was something he was free to do. Just take her hand so naturally.
The minute the elevator doors closed behind them and they found themselves alone in the small enclosed space, Chris was overwhelmed with the urge to grab her to him. To touch her. To kiss her. He couldn't stand to be apart from her one moment longer. He had to touch more than her hand.
She kissed him back with the same feverish intensity. Moaning against his mouth as their tongues invaded each other, pressing together in an erotic dual.
By the time he inserted the key card in the room's door lock and they stumbled through, they were already fumbling with the buttons and zippers on each other's clothes. It was like they were both consumed with a fire that could only be quenched with the feel of skin against skin.
Chris was too consumed by the rhythm of arousal pounding through his veins to watch her body as he undressed her, to revel in each new bit of silken skin that was revealed. But his hands were never too busy to enjoy her soft curvy body.
He slid his hands up to cup her full beautiful breasts. As he slid his thumb across her hard nipples, she threw her head back and moaned. Whether intentionally or not the action pushed her breasts even more firmly into his grasping hands and he leaned down to take first one and then the other in his mouth.
She threw her head back even more, her fiery red hair now curling almost all the way down to her ass. He raised his head just long enough to plant kisses all over her chest and neck, loving the feeling of her pulse throbbing through the tissue thin skin there.
Everything about her was heat and fire and forward motion. And he loved being swept along by her energy.
Of course, he also loved running the show and he decided it was time to get back to that. His hands shot down and roughly gripped her ass pulling her up his body in a sudden motion.
She snapped her eyes open wide, and a grin spread across her flushed face. Chris new she liked it when he took control. Even man-handled her. He could tell by the slippery wetness pressed against his belly as she wrapped her legs around him for support that she was well and truly turned on. And that turned him on even more.
He wanted to make her feel good. He wanted that even more than he wanted his own pleasure. And to feel the slick evidence that he was accomplishing his mission rubbing against his body made him absolutely rock hard.
Chris pressed the flat of his palm against Chloe's back. Her soft hair brushing at the back of his hand as he pressed her toward his face. He took her nipples back into his mouth again. His attentions much more demanding now. Moving back and forth between them and rubbing his tongue insistently against the sensitive hard nubs. He loved the way she tangled her fingers in his hair as he did this. The way he felt her legs clenching even tighter around his waist, the way he felt her pussy throbbing against his belly. Everything in her, every part of her was responding to the things that he was making her feel and the pride that caused to well up inside him was immense.
Chloe unwrapped her legs and hopped down to the ground dropping to her knees in front of Chris. So quickly that it made his head spin. Looking down at her mouth right in front of his cock, a saucy little smile on her face, he wondered if he was just dreaming. But when she slipped her hot lips around the head of his cock and swirled her tongue around that sensitive skin, he knew that he was firmly in reality. The zinging jolts of electricity shooting through his body from his cock assured him of that.
She moved her head down enveloping his steel shaft between the velvet walls of her mouth. He could see the shape of his dick pressing against her cheek. She was so full with his girth. It was his turn then to groan and throw his head back. He couldn't believe how incredibly good it felt to feel her lips and tongue moving up and down on his erection. The sensation sent him into the stratosphere. He grabbed her head, fisting her silky hair in his fingers and urged her movements on faster and faster.
Her hands slid up the back of his legs and cupped his ass as she bobbed her head up and down at the rhythm he was setting for her. His eyes snapped back to what she was doing. Everything in him urged him to squeeze them shut or to throw his head back again but he didn't want to miss a minute of the show. Her shining red hair glinting in even the dim light of the room.
Just when Chris thought that he couldn't take even one more second of her attentions before shooting his load into her mouth, she popped her mouth off of his cock and moved quickly down to his balls sucking them into her mouth one by one and using her tongue to swirl around them
Her hands stroked his dick as she tweaked his balls with her tongue. The combination of sensations was insane, causing his head to spin around like a top. He knew if he let her continue to send these incredible feelings through his body he wasn't gonna be able to control himself.
He would come far sooner than he intended to or wanted to. It was so hard to make her stop though. It felt so goddamn good. He reached down and put his hands on her shoulders reluctantly pushing her head away from him.
He groaned, "Damn baby, I gotta make you stop. I'm about to come if you don't."
She laughed, "Would that be the end of the world?"
He joined her in her laughter although his had a distinct raspy quality to it. "It wouldn't be the end of the world for sure," he agreed. "But it would be the end of us having sex. At least for a little while and I'm not quite ready for that yet."
"Agreed," she said. "I definitely don't want this to stop until you fucked me good and hard."
"It's like you're reading my mind."
Chapter 18
Chloe wrapped her arms around Chris's neck pressing against him down the length of their bodies. She
wanted to feel him against every inch of her skin. She wanted to feel his ab muscles rippling against her belly. The rock hard and defined muscles of his pecks rubbing against her hard nipples and his hot demanding lips pressing against hers.
Every inch of hot skin to skin contact, every tiny bit of heat generated by the friction of their bodies rubbing together sent another little zing of pleasure through her body. And all of that electricity collected in a heavy ball of arousal low in her belly. She felt her inner walls contracting and trembling every time they moved against each other.
"I want you inside me," she groaned against his mouth. "I need you inside me."
"Be patient," he commanded.
And God, when he told her to do something in that tone, she had to obey. Even if her brain didn't want to, which it most certainly did. But even if it didn't she would have no choice. Her body acted without consulting her mind at all.
His rough palm slid down the smooth skin of her side and then circled around when he got to her waist to make the rest of the trip down the flat of her belly. He slipped his fingers expertly between her legs rubbing up and down in a perfect rhythm. Every time his fingertips brushed her hard clit, her entire body shuddered with the overwhelming sensation it sent rocketing through her.
Damn, what she wouldn't give for him to just stop and focus all of his movement there. But he had told her to be patient and she wanted to please him.
She stood there as patiently as she possibly could, just trembling in his arms and bracing herself for the next wave of insane pleasure to rush over her from head to toe.
"You're so wet," he groaned in her ear. "I love reaching down to touch you and finding you already so wet for me."
"That's how you'll always find me," she whispered back to him, her lips brushing the outer edge of his ear as she did.
He pushed two thick fingers inside her as she said this and she moaned and arched her back at the sudden sensation of being completely filled. Stretched even.
He moved his fingers inside of her in a hypnotic rhythm angling his hand so that the heel of his palm rubbed against her clit with every movement of the two fingers buried in her.
Light danced behind her eyes as tiny fireworks danced in her belly. She was completely at his mercy and that is exactly where she wanted to be.
As her moans grew more intense and closer together and the trembles racing through her body became nearly constant, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. The hot feeling of his breath brushing against her neck and hair as he whispered to her was yet another physical sensation to add to the list of things that were bringing her closer and closer to the edge every second.
"Go ahead and come," he ordered. "I know that you want to. I can feel it in your body."
She shook her head, determined. "No," she said. "It's not fair. You wouldn't let yourself and neither will I."
He pressed tender kisses on the sensitive skin at the side of her neck.
"Baby, the one difference between those two things is that I can only come once. You can come as many times as I can make you."
That was it for Chloe. That was all it took. His words put her straight over the edge and she tumbled off the cliff in a rush of trembling screams. Her inner walls clutching at his fingers which never stopped pumping inside of her. Her clit shaking and exploding with sensation against his still moving palm.
He pressed his mouth to hers as the orgasm rocked through her and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He liked the symmetry of it. His fingers inside her pussy, his tongue inside her mouth. As the movement of his hand brought her mind-bending pleasure, he maneuvered her over to the bed while she was still under the power of the orgasm. Settling her on to her back and spreading her legs while she was still unaware and flying high.
He continued to stroke her tender folds drawing out her pleasure as long as he possibly could. When he saw she was coming down from the orgasm, that the tremors that rocked her muscles were slowing and her moans were coming softer and further apart, he took the opportunity to quickly grab a condom and put it on. He wanted to be ready for her the instant that she was back in the room with him.
As soon as she opened her eyes and met his and he saw clarity there, he smiled, stroking her hair.
"Are you ready?" he asked. "I need to be inside you. Please say you're ready."
"Oh God," she groaned. "I've been ready since we were in the elevator."
He laughed, "It wouldn't have been quite appropriate then."
"No," she said with a wicked smile. "But that doesn't change the fact that I was ready."
He climbed on to the bed positioning himself at her entrance and then thrust inside of her. She wrapped him up in her arms and legs.
He moved within her slowly at first getting used to their rhythm and the sensation. It felt different somehow now that they had said they loved each other. Now that they knew they were going to be together.
Of course, it always felt good with Chris. He was amazing and it was like their bodies were made for each other. But now there was a deeper layer. Another element to their love making that gave it complexity and depth.
It was the certainty that not just their bodies were made for each other but their souls as well. And they both knew it. Chris kissed her as he moved inside her just as tenderly as he was pumping in and out of her.
Chris sped up his movements, his thrusts coming harder and faster. She felt heat welling up inside of her. Before long Chris was thrusting into her with such ferocity that she knew that it was only a matter of time, and not very much time at that, before she was going to be coming again and this time all over his cock.
"Oh yes," she groaned. "That's it. That's so perfect. I can feel you so deep inside of me. It's amazing."
He groaned and raised up on his palms angling himself above her so that he could drive into her and get even deeper penetration. She couldn't take her eyes off of his face. The single-minded intensity that she saw there, the concentration was breath taking.
She could see him fighting for control. Fighting to keep from coming to quickly. That was him in a nutshell. So selfless. Thinking of her first. He wanted to give her another orgasm to let them both come at the same time. And just the knowledge that that was important to him brought her so much closer than even the movement of his cock inside of her.
She ran her hands up and down his back loving the way that his muscles twitched and bunched under her fingers. She liked the control. Just because she loved to follow his lead in most bedroom scenarios didn't mean that she had given that up.
She still loved seeing all of the reactions that his body had to her. Liked knowing that if she wanted to she could play him like a violin. She could get drunk on power if she thought about that too long. And those thoughts brought her still closer to tumbling over the precipice with him.
She raised her legs up digging her heels into the bed so that she could angle her hips up to meet him at the frenzied pace that he had set.
"Oh Chris. Oh God. I'm getting closer," she groaned. Sliding her hands all the way down his back and cupping his ass as he fucked her.
She didn't know what she expected him to say that might put her over the edge. Something naughty. Perhaps, something dirty.
But what he rasped out were the words, "I love you. I love you so much, Chloe." And that was all it took to send her careening out of control. Spinning into an orgasm that was even more intense than the first he'd given her. And she could tell from the way every muscle in his body clenched at the same time that he was joining her on that cartwheeling path. She screamed out loud, arched her back and thrust her hips upward to meet his final thrust.
They clung to each other there as their bodies were enveloped in the roller coaster sensations of climax. She could feel the pulsing and throbbing of their joint orgasms in every cell of her body causing her inner walls to clench and release in rhythm.
"Oh Chris," she breathed. "It's so good. It's so good."
She raised her eyes to m
eet him and they held each other’s gazes as the riding sensations ebbed and flowed finally coming to a gentle end.
Chris collapsed on the bed next to her and she snuggled against his side nestling her head into his shoulder. She noticed that they were breathing in the same rhythm and thought that it was kind of a sign. A sign of how in sync they were. And it warmed her from the inside out.
"That was amazing," she said kissing his neck. "So much better that I ever even imagined. Do you think it will always be that good?"
He chuckled as he brushed her hair back from her forehead and kissed it gently. "Baby," he said. "I think that was just the beginning."
Epilogue
Chloe stood in the center of the pub, leaning against Chris’s chest with his arms wrapped around her from behind—pretty much her favorite way to stand. She looked around at the crowded room, full of happy and congratulatory faces. She smiled to herself. You’d never know that the pub and restaurant had been closed this Sunday afternoon for a special event. It felt as full as when it was open for business.
Of course, she realized that statement wasn’t nearly true. It just felt that way because of the amount of energy generated when Caitlyn’s family got together. And when the purpose of their gathering was a happy occasion, like the one being celebrated today? Forget about it! It was through the roof.
Chloe lifted her face to look back at Chris and he leaned down and kissed her. “Are you happy?” he whispered.
“Blissful,” she replied.
“This isn’t too much?” he grinned.
“It’s perfect,” she assured him.
Chloe remembered Chris’ proposal and her heart filled with just as much joy as it had when he’d gotten down on one knee.
It had been six months to the day after he’d saved her from the mugging, and five months and two weeks to the day after he’d called Jake, given his notice, and asked him if he wouldn’t mind boxing up his clothes and shipping them out to Baltimore so he wouldn’t have to spend even one day away from Chloe.
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