An arrangement of love, p.17
An Arrangement of Love, page 17
Surprise
To my dismay, the hours in Paris raced by. Each instance I collected a mind-blowing memory. Celebrities lounged in the Ritz lobby and strolled the hallways. Holding in shrieks and screams, I warred with myself to not ask for autographs. Besides, Chase always remained next to me in a composed and cheery mood. If he didn’t seem star-struck, I wouldn’t either.
Throughout the day, we rode bikes all over the city and visited shops, sampling food to my heart’s content.
Chase had to drag me out of a cheese shop where I’d attempted to taste every item in the place.
Next was a store dedicated to varieties of honey products, from lavender honey nougats to a spicy honey mustard that scorched my tongue.
In pastry shops, I gorged on macaroons sandwiched with a sweet ganache or butter creams that came in many flavors—rose petal, vanilla, salted caramel, and pistachio.
But my true undoing was when we arrived at Dubernet Foie Gras and I spotted several types of foie gras stacked from floor to ceiling, pates in combinations I’d never imagined, and sausages that beckoned me to come and try them.
Chase had literally slung me over his shoulder and carried me out after god-only-knows how long we’d been in there.
By mid-day, food packed my stomach until I feared I would burst and Chase yawned with each pedaling of his bike. So I dragged him back to the hotel room to take a nap and promised I would remain with my guard at all times while I explored the city.
Alone with my guards, I visited the Louvre Museum, but only stayed for an hour because I wanted to surprise Chase and bought him a special surprise to get him in the mood.
There’s no way we’re not having sex tonight.
With only one night in Paris, I decided I might as well enjoy myself to the fullest.
That evening, the limo stopped in front of a restaurant Chase had found. He kissed me on my cheek and then squeezed my hand. “Can I see your dress now?”
“No.” I wore a gray coat that fell to my knees. The material was thin so I wouldn’t get hot, but long enough to shield my surprise. “You’re so impatient.”
He touched my coat’s bottom edge. “Although this is a nice coat, I need to see what’s under it.”
“Are you worried I’m dressed unfashionably?” I let the chauffer help me out of the car.
“No.” Chase climbed out after me and pulled me into him so his body pressed against my back. “I love the way clothes fit your body and rather enjoy drooling over the swell of your breasts when they peek out of your low-cut tops.”
“You’ll get to see what’s under it later.”
“How much later?”
“We’ll see.”
He grumbled. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing special.”
He smirked. “I don’t believe you. How can anything not be special when you’re wearing it?”
“Welcome, madam and monsieur.” The host held the door open for us. “Madam, may I take your coat?”
“No thank you,” I said.
Smiling, Chase crossed his arms over his chest. “Let him take it.”
“No thank you.” I frowned and Chase chuckled to himself.
“I’ll be just a moment.” The host ventured off.
“So you plan on wearing that coat all through dinner?” Chase asked.
“Goodness, surprising you must be hard to do. You’re so curious and controlling.” I turned and checked to see if anyone was around us. “Do you want to see now, impatient man?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
I undid the belt and pulled the coat apart enough for him to get a peek. The sheer black bra and panty set I wore left little to the imagination. A satin garter belt hugged my waist. Stockings rose up to my thighs and were bordered with lace. Chase’s name was written on the front of the belt in white gems.
“Satisfied?” I closed the jacket.
Chase stood in a frozen position. He still kept his gaze on my body, even though my coat was shut tight.
“Chase?” I smirked.
He raised his arm and gestured for a waiter to come over.
A tall man with blond curls rushed our way. “Monsieur?”
Leaning over to the waiter, Chase whispered something in the man’s ear, dove his hand in his own jacket, and pulled out a thick clip of money. Chase must have handed him at least five hundred dollars.
A red tint spread across the waiter’s face, but he took the stash anyway. “This way, sir.”
“Come on.” Chase clamped his hand on mine and towed me in the waiter’s direction.
It was hard to keep up with his pace. I cursed myself for wearing the god awful six-inch heels I had on.
Sure they look sexy, but who in their right mind could wear these torturous things all the time?
“Chase, where are we going?”
He glanced over his shoulder at me. His eyes strayed down to my coat.
“Are you going to answer me?” I asked. “Or just stare?”
He grunted and turned back around.
O-Kay.
We arrived in a dark hallway with velvet maroon walls and black carpet. The waiter opened the women’s bathroom and motioned for two ladies to leave immediately. With shocked expressions, they scurried away.
I peered inside. It was a posh and luxurious powder room done in shades of cream. White velvet chairs were in front of a long vanity that extended over half the room. The wall behind the counter was also all mirrors. White carpet covered the floor. Paintings of nude women draped in colorful fabric decorated the walls.
A door was in the corner.
I figured it led to the stalls and sinks.
“Here you go, monsieur.” The waiter positioned himself by the door. “I’ll remain outside until you are . . . done.”
Oh God.
I walked past him and tried not to show the waiter how embarrassed I was.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I said in a low voice.
“Who could blame me when you have nothing but sexy lingerie on for dinner?” Chase tugged me further inside.
The waiter closed the door.
A click sounded as Chase locked it. “You’re lucky I didn’t know that was what you had on in the limo. Now you’ll pay for that.”
I giggled. “Will I now?”
“I’m going to take you right here in this restaurant and I won’t hold back. I won’t stop until you’re moaning so loud the chefs in the kitchen have hard-ons.”
“I doubt that’s possible.” I leaned my weight on one foot.
“Take off the coat.” Chase undid his shirt. His voice sounded hoarse.
I smiled. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll fuck you in that coat.” He took off his shirt. “I was prepared to stay with my challenge and not touch you. I wanted to show you how much of a gentleman I am.”
“So now what are you going to show me?” My coat slipped off my body with ease and dropped to the carpet.
He charged my way and caught me by my waist. His soft fingers stroked my skin. My heart beat fast, like I was sprinting.
Anticipation coursed through my bloodstream.
I rose up to my toes and kissed his yummy lips.
God, he’s so hot.
He picked me up and I straddled his waist with my legs. Hunger saturated every inch of my body.
“You look so damn sexy I thought my cock was going to burst through my pants.” He squeezed the softness of my ass and carried me to the counter. “I was afraid to talk or move too much.”
Chase laid me on the counter. The cool surface pressed against my back as he gazed down at me. And there was a lusty yearning that surfaced in his eyes and blew me away. He looked hungry and wild, so unlike the confident and controlled man I was used to seeing.
My nipples perked from his attention.
I bit my lip as he ran his fingers from my shoulders, over the peaks of my breasts and stiff points, and then paused at my garter belt, where his name adorned it.
“I love this.” He bent over and kissed my stomach, clasping his hands to my panties. The material tore apart as he ripped it away. Cool air brushed the area between my thighs. He spread my legs apart and a tiny whimper left his lips. “I want my name on your panties next time.”
“You’ll have to earn it.”
“I will.” Getting on his knees, he buried his face between my legs. His wet, thick tongue started at my behind and did a long, seductive lick to my clitoris. And he took his time, too, inch by inch, drinking me up, lathering me in moist caresses and greedy little pecks with his mouth in areas that had never known contact with tender lips.
I gasped.
My legs shook.
My clit swelled in delight.
“Oh, Chase.” I purred each time that magical tongue lapped at my bud like it was covered in honey. When I could take no more, both of his hands reached my folds and spread them apart.
“All these months, I’ve waited just to taste you.” His fingers entered me.
I felt pressure along my opening as he widened it some more. His lips went to my entrance.
He blew.
Fuck.
Warmth traveled down my slick tunnel. My walls shuddered in satisfaction.
I curled my toes.
Oh yes.
He blew again and then shoved his tongue inside of me.
Mumbling incoherent words, I rocked into him. He slipped his hands under my behind and squeezed hard.
“Please,” I moaned so loud I was sure the restaurant heard me. Like a mad woman I ground into his face, rubbing my clit on his soft skin, loving his tongue as it licked and pushed inside of me, and relishing Chase’s feast of me.
A spark of an orgasm appeared in my core and began to grow like a ball getting bigger and bigger, until I thought I would detonate. And then Chase stopped. My body trembled like a drug addict anticipating her next fix.
He rose and licked his lips.
“No. Don’t stop.” My heartbeat thumped at an erratic pace in my ears. My breathing was fast and came out in shallow pants.
“You want my mouth back there?” Chase’s lips curled into a huge smile.
“Yes.”
“What about my cock?”
“Hell yes!”
He undid his jeans. They fell down his muscular legs. His erection pushed against the material of his boxer briefs.
I moistened some more and knew I was dripping with need.
“Hurry up,” I whined.
“And do what, baby?” He pulled his cock out.
I sat up, wetting my lips with my tongue. His length was longer and wider than I was used to.
Good God. It’s definitely longer than the inch I’d joked about with him days ago.
I couldn’t wait for him to put it inside of me.
“Take off your bra.” He stroked himself, letting his big hands slide up to the tip, rub around it, and then glide back down his length. He groaned. I reached my hands out to touch it, and he stepped back. “You heard me, baby.”
A whine escaped my lips.
I hurried and peeled off my bra.
My breasts spilled out of the material, swollen and heavy with aching tips. Unable to help myself, I brushed my fingers against my nipples’ points and shuddered.
“You’re every man’s dream. Beautiful face, tiny waist, huge tits, hips and an ass that could make a priest reconsider his calling.”
He came to me.
I held out my hands to stop him. “Oh shit. Wait.”
“What do you mean wait?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Get the condoms out of my coat’s pocket.”
He muttered something under his breath, but hurried over to get it.
“Maybe we can try sex without a condom this time,” he said as he brought them over.
“No.” I seized them, tore one open, and helped him put it on. “No condoms, no sex.”
“Then condoms it is.” He picked me up. His biceps bulged with the movement. I straddled his waist with my legs. His hands formed around my behind and cupped it. My arms balanced on his huge shoulders.
I moved to take off my heels and stockings.
“Dear God, keep those on.” His voice sounded with a hint of madness, as if he would crack into insanity within seconds.
We kissed, stabbing each other with our tongues, exploring one another’s mouths, and taking turns sucking on each other’s lips.
I leaned back. “Stop teasing me.”
His teeth caught his bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”
“You inside of me.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.” I panted and rubbed my breasts against his chiseled pecs.
He stared into my eyes with heavy lids. “And how do you want it, slow or fast?”
“Any way, damn it!”
He teased the tip of his cock against my moist folds. “Say please, my love.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Please,” I whispered.
He thrust hard into me.
I screamed in pleasure. My tunnel stretched beyond comprehension and formed around him.
He pierced me like a man on the edge of insanity and my body was the only thing that could give him peace.
“Fuck! You feel so good.” Gripping my hips, he rocked into me and lifted me up and down on him as if I were weightless.
“Never. Felt. Like. This.” He sped up and wound his hips into me, placing perfect pressure on my clit.
“Oh baby,” I cried. “Oh please.”
“You’ll give this to only me. You hear me?” He targeted me with wild eyes and thrust harder. Pleasure smashed into my body with each plunge of his cock. I could no longer hold myself up. My legs slipped.
I thought I would fall, but he grabbed them and held me to him.
“Turn around,” he said. “Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
The mirrored wall reflected the hottest scene I’d ever witnessed, something that could rival any porn. My brown skin complimented his white. His cock glistened with me as it slid in and out to a tempo that only Chase could hear. His hands clamped possessively onto my ass. They looked like pillows of flesh between his fingers.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he panted. “And belong to only me.”
I returned my view to him. Intense waves, delicious and all consuming, burst from my sex. I focused on his eyes and drowned in him—his scent, the satin texture of his skin, the hard push of his muscular chest as it smoothed against my bare breasts.
Oh my God. I can’t get enough. I’ll take him any way I can have him.
It was such a sad realization, one that would probably force me in future days to balance on the tip of logic and madness.
Because he’ll never just be mine. But I’ll always be his.
He sucked on my neck and I hugged him, hiding my face in his shoulder so that he couldn’t see the tears that spilled out of my eyes.
I have to share him.
What he whispered to me could be in another’s ear next week. And yet when his fingers slipped along my back I still moaned in pure delight.
“Jasmine,” he cried. “Oh god, Jasmine.”
And I took joy in my name on his lips. He pushed me back until I faced him and concentrated on me as he fucked me harder. And when I shifted to his gaze, all I could see was his love and desire as it rained down on me.
Or is this what I want to see?
“I love you,” he said.
And with just those three words, an explosion of sexual bliss erupted inside my body, so overwhelming that my senses shattered into nothingness. I feared I would never be whole again. I screamed.
With each thrust, he broke me into pieces.
With each kiss, he reshaped me into something more.
I floated on an intense orgasm and mumbled his name over and over until my throat burned and my tongue swelled.
When it ended, I crumbled within his arms.
“God, I love hearing you moan my name.” He held me up and changed his strokes to a slower pace. Another spark of lust emerged between my legs as another orgasm began. Holy shit. I stared at him with an open mouth and quivering lips.
He’s right. He’s ruined me for any other man.
“Chase,” I cried and sank into a body-shattering orgasm.
“Forever,” he whispered with clear certainty, like he’d held a serious dialogue in his head and had concluded with that answer. He wiped my tears away with his hand. “I’ll never hurt you or ever let you go.”
My body shuddered under his arms.
“I’m about to come.” He quickened his strokes to a thundering pace.
“Yes, baby.”
“My god!” he groaned and buried his face into my neck as he slammed into me with deranged power.
“Now say my name.” I licked my lips.
“Jasmine!” He swayed as he came. “Jasmine!”
And I loved it and savored every moan that ripped from his throat. I held onto him until he slowed to a halt, but remained inside of me.
Shaking his head, he lowered us to the carpet. His legs quaked under me as I balanced on his thighs.
“Damn it.” He turned away from me and rubbed his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I still couldn’t see him. “What’s wrong?”
When he finally looked up at me, water glazed over his eyes. A tear trailed down his face. “I underestimated what you would do to me.”
Chapter 22
New Reality
Like pathetic cowards, neither one of us brought up why the other had cried. We didn’t discuss the words we’d said during sex.
We simply cleaned each other in the bathroom, strolled into the dining area, and feasted on a skillfully executed meal.
Afterwards, we cuddled up together in a dimly lit booth, where we fed each other with our fingers, licking sauce off the tips with our tongues. The waiter that had stood outside the powder room while we made love was the same who served us. The whole time, he blushed and placed our plates on the table with shaking hands.
At the end of the night, Chase left the poor guy a four figure tip.
Back in the Chanel Suite, we made love again on the balcony above Paris. I wore a white robe to conceal his strokes as I moaned into the cool night air, certain Parisians enjoying a midnight stroll could hear us down below.
To my dismay, the hours in Paris raced by. Each instance I collected a mind-blowing memory. Celebrities lounged in the Ritz lobby and strolled the hallways. Holding in shrieks and screams, I warred with myself to not ask for autographs. Besides, Chase always remained next to me in a composed and cheery mood. If he didn’t seem star-struck, I wouldn’t either.
Throughout the day, we rode bikes all over the city and visited shops, sampling food to my heart’s content.
Chase had to drag me out of a cheese shop where I’d attempted to taste every item in the place.
Next was a store dedicated to varieties of honey products, from lavender honey nougats to a spicy honey mustard that scorched my tongue.
In pastry shops, I gorged on macaroons sandwiched with a sweet ganache or butter creams that came in many flavors—rose petal, vanilla, salted caramel, and pistachio.
But my true undoing was when we arrived at Dubernet Foie Gras and I spotted several types of foie gras stacked from floor to ceiling, pates in combinations I’d never imagined, and sausages that beckoned me to come and try them.
Chase had literally slung me over his shoulder and carried me out after god-only-knows how long we’d been in there.
By mid-day, food packed my stomach until I feared I would burst and Chase yawned with each pedaling of his bike. So I dragged him back to the hotel room to take a nap and promised I would remain with my guard at all times while I explored the city.
Alone with my guards, I visited the Louvre Museum, but only stayed for an hour because I wanted to surprise Chase and bought him a special surprise to get him in the mood.
There’s no way we’re not having sex tonight.
With only one night in Paris, I decided I might as well enjoy myself to the fullest.
That evening, the limo stopped in front of a restaurant Chase had found. He kissed me on my cheek and then squeezed my hand. “Can I see your dress now?”
“No.” I wore a gray coat that fell to my knees. The material was thin so I wouldn’t get hot, but long enough to shield my surprise. “You’re so impatient.”
He touched my coat’s bottom edge. “Although this is a nice coat, I need to see what’s under it.”
“Are you worried I’m dressed unfashionably?” I let the chauffer help me out of the car.
“No.” Chase climbed out after me and pulled me into him so his body pressed against my back. “I love the way clothes fit your body and rather enjoy drooling over the swell of your breasts when they peek out of your low-cut tops.”
“You’ll get to see what’s under it later.”
“How much later?”
“We’ll see.”
He grumbled. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing special.”
He smirked. “I don’t believe you. How can anything not be special when you’re wearing it?”
“Welcome, madam and monsieur.” The host held the door open for us. “Madam, may I take your coat?”
“No thank you,” I said.
Smiling, Chase crossed his arms over his chest. “Let him take it.”
“No thank you.” I frowned and Chase chuckled to himself.
“I’ll be just a moment.” The host ventured off.
“So you plan on wearing that coat all through dinner?” Chase asked.
“Goodness, surprising you must be hard to do. You’re so curious and controlling.” I turned and checked to see if anyone was around us. “Do you want to see now, impatient man?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
I undid the belt and pulled the coat apart enough for him to get a peek. The sheer black bra and panty set I wore left little to the imagination. A satin garter belt hugged my waist. Stockings rose up to my thighs and were bordered with lace. Chase’s name was written on the front of the belt in white gems.
“Satisfied?” I closed the jacket.
Chase stood in a frozen position. He still kept his gaze on my body, even though my coat was shut tight.
“Chase?” I smirked.
He raised his arm and gestured for a waiter to come over.
A tall man with blond curls rushed our way. “Monsieur?”
Leaning over to the waiter, Chase whispered something in the man’s ear, dove his hand in his own jacket, and pulled out a thick clip of money. Chase must have handed him at least five hundred dollars.
A red tint spread across the waiter’s face, but he took the stash anyway. “This way, sir.”
“Come on.” Chase clamped his hand on mine and towed me in the waiter’s direction.
It was hard to keep up with his pace. I cursed myself for wearing the god awful six-inch heels I had on.
Sure they look sexy, but who in their right mind could wear these torturous things all the time?
“Chase, where are we going?”
He glanced over his shoulder at me. His eyes strayed down to my coat.
“Are you going to answer me?” I asked. “Or just stare?”
He grunted and turned back around.
O-Kay.
We arrived in a dark hallway with velvet maroon walls and black carpet. The waiter opened the women’s bathroom and motioned for two ladies to leave immediately. With shocked expressions, they scurried away.
I peered inside. It was a posh and luxurious powder room done in shades of cream. White velvet chairs were in front of a long vanity that extended over half the room. The wall behind the counter was also all mirrors. White carpet covered the floor. Paintings of nude women draped in colorful fabric decorated the walls.
A door was in the corner.
I figured it led to the stalls and sinks.
“Here you go, monsieur.” The waiter positioned himself by the door. “I’ll remain outside until you are . . . done.”
Oh God.
I walked past him and tried not to show the waiter how embarrassed I was.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I said in a low voice.
“Who could blame me when you have nothing but sexy lingerie on for dinner?” Chase tugged me further inside.
The waiter closed the door.
A click sounded as Chase locked it. “You’re lucky I didn’t know that was what you had on in the limo. Now you’ll pay for that.”
I giggled. “Will I now?”
“I’m going to take you right here in this restaurant and I won’t hold back. I won’t stop until you’re moaning so loud the chefs in the kitchen have hard-ons.”
“I doubt that’s possible.” I leaned my weight on one foot.
“Take off the coat.” Chase undid his shirt. His voice sounded hoarse.
I smiled. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll fuck you in that coat.” He took off his shirt. “I was prepared to stay with my challenge and not touch you. I wanted to show you how much of a gentleman I am.”
“So now what are you going to show me?” My coat slipped off my body with ease and dropped to the carpet.
He charged my way and caught me by my waist. His soft fingers stroked my skin. My heart beat fast, like I was sprinting.
Anticipation coursed through my bloodstream.
I rose up to my toes and kissed his yummy lips.
God, he’s so hot.
He picked me up and I straddled his waist with my legs. Hunger saturated every inch of my body.
“You look so damn sexy I thought my cock was going to burst through my pants.” He squeezed the softness of my ass and carried me to the counter. “I was afraid to talk or move too much.”
Chase laid me on the counter. The cool surface pressed against my back as he gazed down at me. And there was a lusty yearning that surfaced in his eyes and blew me away. He looked hungry and wild, so unlike the confident and controlled man I was used to seeing.
My nipples perked from his attention.
I bit my lip as he ran his fingers from my shoulders, over the peaks of my breasts and stiff points, and then paused at my garter belt, where his name adorned it.
“I love this.” He bent over and kissed my stomach, clasping his hands to my panties. The material tore apart as he ripped it away. Cool air brushed the area between my thighs. He spread my legs apart and a tiny whimper left his lips. “I want my name on your panties next time.”
“You’ll have to earn it.”
“I will.” Getting on his knees, he buried his face between my legs. His wet, thick tongue started at my behind and did a long, seductive lick to my clitoris. And he took his time, too, inch by inch, drinking me up, lathering me in moist caresses and greedy little pecks with his mouth in areas that had never known contact with tender lips.
I gasped.
My legs shook.
My clit swelled in delight.
“Oh, Chase.” I purred each time that magical tongue lapped at my bud like it was covered in honey. When I could take no more, both of his hands reached my folds and spread them apart.
“All these months, I’ve waited just to taste you.” His fingers entered me.
I felt pressure along my opening as he widened it some more. His lips went to my entrance.
He blew.
Fuck.
Warmth traveled down my slick tunnel. My walls shuddered in satisfaction.
I curled my toes.
Oh yes.
He blew again and then shoved his tongue inside of me.
Mumbling incoherent words, I rocked into him. He slipped his hands under my behind and squeezed hard.
“Please,” I moaned so loud I was sure the restaurant heard me. Like a mad woman I ground into his face, rubbing my clit on his soft skin, loving his tongue as it licked and pushed inside of me, and relishing Chase’s feast of me.
A spark of an orgasm appeared in my core and began to grow like a ball getting bigger and bigger, until I thought I would detonate. And then Chase stopped. My body trembled like a drug addict anticipating her next fix.
He rose and licked his lips.
“No. Don’t stop.” My heartbeat thumped at an erratic pace in my ears. My breathing was fast and came out in shallow pants.
“You want my mouth back there?” Chase’s lips curled into a huge smile.
“Yes.”
“What about my cock?”
“Hell yes!”
He undid his jeans. They fell down his muscular legs. His erection pushed against the material of his boxer briefs.
I moistened some more and knew I was dripping with need.
“Hurry up,” I whined.
“And do what, baby?” He pulled his cock out.
I sat up, wetting my lips with my tongue. His length was longer and wider than I was used to.
Good God. It’s definitely longer than the inch I’d joked about with him days ago.
I couldn’t wait for him to put it inside of me.
“Take off your bra.” He stroked himself, letting his big hands slide up to the tip, rub around it, and then glide back down his length. He groaned. I reached my hands out to touch it, and he stepped back. “You heard me, baby.”
A whine escaped my lips.
I hurried and peeled off my bra.
My breasts spilled out of the material, swollen and heavy with aching tips. Unable to help myself, I brushed my fingers against my nipples’ points and shuddered.
“You’re every man’s dream. Beautiful face, tiny waist, huge tits, hips and an ass that could make a priest reconsider his calling.”
He came to me.
I held out my hands to stop him. “Oh shit. Wait.”
“What do you mean wait?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Get the condoms out of my coat’s pocket.”
He muttered something under his breath, but hurried over to get it.
“Maybe we can try sex without a condom this time,” he said as he brought them over.
“No.” I seized them, tore one open, and helped him put it on. “No condoms, no sex.”
“Then condoms it is.” He picked me up. His biceps bulged with the movement. I straddled his waist with my legs. His hands formed around my behind and cupped it. My arms balanced on his huge shoulders.
I moved to take off my heels and stockings.
“Dear God, keep those on.” His voice sounded with a hint of madness, as if he would crack into insanity within seconds.
We kissed, stabbing each other with our tongues, exploring one another’s mouths, and taking turns sucking on each other’s lips.
I leaned back. “Stop teasing me.”
His teeth caught his bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”
“You inside of me.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.” I panted and rubbed my breasts against his chiseled pecs.
He stared into my eyes with heavy lids. “And how do you want it, slow or fast?”
“Any way, damn it!”
He teased the tip of his cock against my moist folds. “Say please, my love.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Please,” I whispered.
He thrust hard into me.
I screamed in pleasure. My tunnel stretched beyond comprehension and formed around him.
He pierced me like a man on the edge of insanity and my body was the only thing that could give him peace.
“Fuck! You feel so good.” Gripping my hips, he rocked into me and lifted me up and down on him as if I were weightless.
“Never. Felt. Like. This.” He sped up and wound his hips into me, placing perfect pressure on my clit.
“Oh baby,” I cried. “Oh please.”
“You’ll give this to only me. You hear me?” He targeted me with wild eyes and thrust harder. Pleasure smashed into my body with each plunge of his cock. I could no longer hold myself up. My legs slipped.
I thought I would fall, but he grabbed them and held me to him.
“Turn around,” he said. “Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
The mirrored wall reflected the hottest scene I’d ever witnessed, something that could rival any porn. My brown skin complimented his white. His cock glistened with me as it slid in and out to a tempo that only Chase could hear. His hands clamped possessively onto my ass. They looked like pillows of flesh between his fingers.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he panted. “And belong to only me.”
I returned my view to him. Intense waves, delicious and all consuming, burst from my sex. I focused on his eyes and drowned in him—his scent, the satin texture of his skin, the hard push of his muscular chest as it smoothed against my bare breasts.
Oh my God. I can’t get enough. I’ll take him any way I can have him.
It was such a sad realization, one that would probably force me in future days to balance on the tip of logic and madness.
Because he’ll never just be mine. But I’ll always be his.
He sucked on my neck and I hugged him, hiding my face in his shoulder so that he couldn’t see the tears that spilled out of my eyes.
I have to share him.
What he whispered to me could be in another’s ear next week. And yet when his fingers slipped along my back I still moaned in pure delight.
“Jasmine,” he cried. “Oh god, Jasmine.”
And I took joy in my name on his lips. He pushed me back until I faced him and concentrated on me as he fucked me harder. And when I shifted to his gaze, all I could see was his love and desire as it rained down on me.
Or is this what I want to see?
“I love you,” he said.
And with just those three words, an explosion of sexual bliss erupted inside my body, so overwhelming that my senses shattered into nothingness. I feared I would never be whole again. I screamed.
With each thrust, he broke me into pieces.
With each kiss, he reshaped me into something more.
I floated on an intense orgasm and mumbled his name over and over until my throat burned and my tongue swelled.
When it ended, I crumbled within his arms.
“God, I love hearing you moan my name.” He held me up and changed his strokes to a slower pace. Another spark of lust emerged between my legs as another orgasm began. Holy shit. I stared at him with an open mouth and quivering lips.
He’s right. He’s ruined me for any other man.
“Chase,” I cried and sank into a body-shattering orgasm.
“Forever,” he whispered with clear certainty, like he’d held a serious dialogue in his head and had concluded with that answer. He wiped my tears away with his hand. “I’ll never hurt you or ever let you go.”
My body shuddered under his arms.
“I’m about to come.” He quickened his strokes to a thundering pace.
“Yes, baby.”
“My god!” he groaned and buried his face into my neck as he slammed into me with deranged power.
“Now say my name.” I licked my lips.
“Jasmine!” He swayed as he came. “Jasmine!”
And I loved it and savored every moan that ripped from his throat. I held onto him until he slowed to a halt, but remained inside of me.
Shaking his head, he lowered us to the carpet. His legs quaked under me as I balanced on his thighs.
“Damn it.” He turned away from me and rubbed his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I still couldn’t see him. “What’s wrong?”
When he finally looked up at me, water glazed over his eyes. A tear trailed down his face. “I underestimated what you would do to me.”
Chapter 22
New Reality
Like pathetic cowards, neither one of us brought up why the other had cried. We didn’t discuss the words we’d said during sex.
We simply cleaned each other in the bathroom, strolled into the dining area, and feasted on a skillfully executed meal.
Afterwards, we cuddled up together in a dimly lit booth, where we fed each other with our fingers, licking sauce off the tips with our tongues. The waiter that had stood outside the powder room while we made love was the same who served us. The whole time, he blushed and placed our plates on the table with shaking hands.
At the end of the night, Chase left the poor guy a four figure tip.
Back in the Chanel Suite, we made love again on the balcony above Paris. I wore a white robe to conceal his strokes as I moaned into the cool night air, certain Parisians enjoying a midnight stroll could hear us down below.
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