“Um…thank you?” I say.
“My pleasure,” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“I fucking loved eating you out. Your taste makes me crazy.”
He grasps my hand and tugs it down to the front of his jeans. “Proof I enjoyed it.”
Warmth flows through me at the feel of him. I cup him through his jeans, dying to feel him naked.
“God, you feel so good,” he whispers.
“You do,” I whisper back. “I want to feel you naked.”
I drag the zipper down. It surprises me he isn’t wearing underwear, and I wonder when he removed his own wet boxers. I’m so glad not to have one more thing between him and me. He’s silk and steel, but the sheer size of him intimidates me. I gently hold him, brushing my fingers against his length.
He gasps in response.
“Was that okay?” I ask, unsure of how to touch him, wishing I had more experience, feeling like a student showing up at a midterm without studying.
He laughs. “So much better than okay. You’re killing me, Olivia. In the best way possible.”
“I’ve never done this,” I admit. “I know the women you’re with are experienced.” I falter.
He watches my hand slowly stroke him, but at my words, his hot eyes meet mine.
“I’m like a teenager with you,” he says. “Trying my best not to embarrass myself the second you touch me. I love that no other man has had you. That I’m the first.”
I laugh. “It sounds like you’re staking your claim in a new land. Are you going to plant your flag? That Chase James was here?”
“Damn right.”
I can’t help the big, silly grin on my face.
He grins back at me.
He has dozens of ways to smile. I’ve seen them in person and on the big screen.
But this smile, I’ve never seen before. It’s dorky and sweet and sexy, all rolled into one, and it mirrors my dazzled one. I’m the human equivalent of the heart-eyes emoji, and I’m too happy to even care that I’m showing him my entire hand. It’s all there for him to see.
We lazily explore each other’s bodies, and I shiver, wondering how it’s possible to be turned on again after that explosive orgasm.
We play with each other until we’re gasping.
“Baby, stop, or I’ll come all over you.”
“Same,” I breathe.
I play with the moisture leaking from his tip, and he moans. Warmth blossoms in my chest that I have so much power over someone so amazing. And then it’s my turn to groan when he retaliates by dipping a finger inside me, fucking me in long, slow, deep strokes.
“I need more, Chase,” I beg, writhing on his finger as he moves it in and out in a rhythm that makes me mindless with need. “I need this,” I say, squeezing his dick in my hand, and then stroking faster.
“You’re so damn wet.”
That makes me blush.
He grins. “Wet isn’t a bad thing, you know.”
He looks so self-satisfied that I push him. “You don’t have to look so smug. Maybe I’m just easily aroused.”
He’s still smiling, but the smile is a little less playful, a little darker. “Not by anyone else but me,” he says.
I lean over him. “No one else,” I admit.
My dark hair hangs down as I kiss above his eyes. “Just you have this power.” I move on to his high cheekbones, his strong chin. Then those lips. First the top and then the bottom. And back to the top one more time. I feel his lips curve in a smile against mine, and my stomach dips in reaction, butterflies unleashed.
He sweeps back my hair that brushes his face, neck, and chest. He follows the strands down to where they block my pale breasts. I’m soft everywhere—probably too soft, I know—but he doesn’t seem to mind. He strokes the curve of my breasts, then he moves his hand lower.
“Stop making me lose my mind. It’s my turn to explore,” I say.
I look at him, so large and powerful below me. Even his dick is beautiful, because of course it is. So I lean and take a tentative lick, like the first taste of a lollipop. His answer is a deep moan, and his cock jerks.
I look up. “Is that okay?”
“Very okay.”
“Good, then. Just checking.” I laugh, and he laughs also. It’s so surprising that while we’re doing this intimate thing, we can be giggling like kids. I never imagined there would be jokes or talking or that I would feel as comfortable as I do with him.