Blind with Love (5 page)

*

This woman triggered something primitive in Chase. If he died right now without even having the opportunity to come, it would be worth it just to have felt this fantastic creature come undone beneath him. She was so incredibly responsive. Was she always this way? She was so close… It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. And he burned with the need to explode also. His cock ached for her to touch it with her sweet hands, her mouth, her pussy… He couldn’t possibly run the risk of exploding inside his pants before he even got inside her, so he decided to forgo that embarrassment by restraining her hands. Perhaps if she couldn’t touch him, at least near his throbbing erection, he wouldn’t blow prematurely and ruin the most romantic moment he was sure to ever experience.

She gasped when he removed her hands from around his neck and once again placed them between his knees and her sides, effectively preventing her from pushing him over the edge.

“Chase…I…”

“Please, baby. Do this for me. Let me explore you. If you touch me, I’ll explode and I want this moment to last.” She relaxed ever so slightly and he could feel her head move in a nodding motion beneath his fingertips as he gently stroked her cheeks, begging her for this one mercy.

“Do you want the light on, love? Is there enough of a glow from the hall for you to see? I forget these things.” He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. As relaxed as she could possibly be. But at the same time completely at his mercy to fondle until she couldn’t help but shriek his name loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“No, it’s fine. The glow is perfect…” He felt the edges of her lips turn up slightly as she spoke. As if she were in a trance. A trance he had created.

“Watch me, baby. Watch me love you.” Chase bent down and took one plump nipple between his teeth and bit ever so slightly, and then sucked it into his mouth like a starving man. The moan that escaped her lips was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. Her taste was a succulent dessert upon his tongue. In fact, warm caramel syrup would definitely be the best topping poured over her ripe perfect breasts. He’d have to remember for later.

Slowly he sucked first one nipple and then the other, back and forth, alternately kneading and stroking the disappointed breast that clearly wished to join its mate. Her skin was so smooth and soft. He wondered what color her nipples were. Would her breasts be a paler shade from the rest of her skin? Did she have a tan line? The disks around her nipples were certainly tiny under his touch, maybe the size of quarters. But each little tip was jutting out so far right now he couldn’t possibly imagine what they looked like when she wasn’t so aroused.

Kristen’s struggles beneath him, sweet squirming driving him wild, increased. Her breathing sharp, ragged pants. She was close to a full-blown orgasm.

In their desperate attempt to situate themselves as quickly as possible on his bed, her tiny skirt had bunched up around her waist. Gently, but precisely, Chase lifted his torso the slightest bit and smoothly dragged his free hand down between their bodies. The moment he cupped her damp, lace-covered mound and applied pressure, she exploded. Her body shook with tremors. Surely the neighbors in the adjoining apartment heard her groan of relief. He didn’t care. Her warm essence leaked out through the flimsy material of her tiny panties to soak his hand. What purpose did they really serve? He would ask her not to wear any in the future. He moaned against her at the thought of her, out on the town on his arm, with nothing under her tight short skirt.

It took a great deal of restraint not to involuntarily join Kristen. There were so many things he still wanted to do to her before he made that last final leap. Although it didn’t seem possible, he was growing even harder listening to the pants escaping her lips as the orgasm subsided. He held himself stiff above her and bit the inside of his cheek to slow the burn, buy himself a few precious moments.

*

The pleasure had been unbearable.
When did he move his hand to mold it over me?
How did he manage to bring Kristen to the best climax of her life essentially, with her clothes on? Hell, even her shirt was still on and her bra was merely open, but definitely not off. Lord, she was easy. After all the stress of the last few weeks, she must have really been in need of release.

As he returned to the process of fondling her everywhere he could reach above her waist, she regained some semblance of sanity. What could she say?

“Mmmm,” she managed. “I can’t believe what you just did.”
Sure, blame him. He isn’t the one that just shot off like some kind of hussy
.

“Baby, that was the sexiest thing I have ever experienced.” He leaned down for a gentle kiss and eased his tongue into her mouth to worship it like she was a goddess. She felt like the queen of the goddesses, if there were such a thing.

“I…” He covered her mouth with his hand.

“Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel. I haven’t even begun.” Was he serious? Her arms were going to fall asleep pinched between his legs and her sides, especially since it had been a while since blood was available to flow freely through them. All she could do was sigh and lie limp like a noodle at his mercy, drained from the intense orgasm.

Gradually he removed his firm frame from above her and began to remove her clothes with the care of a child tending to a doll. He pulled her up just enough to yank her shirt and bra away from her body and then felt around her skirt to locate and unzip the offensive material. Kristen was barely able to lift her torso enough for him to haul it and her soaked panties over her hips.

She lay completely naked on his soft down comforter, warm and satiated, and unashamed. The desire to have this man between her thighs was still forefront in her mind. Her pussy ached with the need. Hell, he hadn’t even touched her directly with his fingers, let alone his cock. A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of his naked body pressing into hers. As she stared up at the most gorgeous torso she’d ever seen, her clit pulsed. If he could see the excited nub, he would find it standing at attention, begging for more.

“Chase…I need you…now.”

“Not yet. I’m not done exploring you.” He lay down alongside her and his fingertips slid lightly from her neck to the valley of her breasts. “Just let me see you. My way. I need this.” His words were so erotic.

She pressed her head deeper into the pillow. Lord. She was going to combust beneath his touch. He made a slow circle around one nipple and then the other, before traveling lower. Her breath caught. It seemed he was attempting to memorize every inch of her.

Kristen tried to remain still and let him learn her body with his fingers. It was a reasonable request. After all, she was staring at his perfectly sculpted abs and he needed his fingers to get the same effect.

“At least take the rest of your clothes off so I can look at you while you ‘look’ at me. It’s only fair.” He rewarded her request with a grin that spread across his face. Slow. Sexy. Alluring.

“Baby, nobody said this was going to be fair.” His masculine laugh sent another shiver through her heated body. “I’ll agree to remove my pants, if you agree to look but not touch. Deal?”

Kristen licked her lips in anticipation. “It’s a start, but I can’t promise not to touch you.” This game he was playing was hot.

How long can I keep my hands off him?
Did the man realize what he was asking of her?

He stood right next to the edge of the bed and slowly popped the button on his pants. A seductive strip tease continued with the leisurely lowering of the zipper, and Kristen licked her lips watching him shimmy his pants, together with his underwear, past his hips. He dropped them to the floor and casually stepped out of them while Kristen stared for the first time at the exquisite cock released from the tight confines of his slacks. Was it longer and thicker than what she’d remembered experiencing with other men in the past? Could she possibly muster up enough restraint to keep from leaning over and sucking him into her mouth?

“My God, you are beautiful. Like a Roman god. Sculpted to perfection, like one of those statues posed at the entrance to a museum.” Her restraint would be unsurpassed if she succeeded in keeping her hands off him.

Like a sleek cat, he crawled up onto the bed to lie down next to her, the bed dipping beneath the weight of his delicious tan body. He pulled her hands above her head to place against the headboard. “Don’t move them. Can I trust you?”

“I…I’ll try.” She licked her lips, dry from watching him strip while sucking in deep breaths of air. Did he know what he was asking of her? Could she hold still, not touch him? Her body lay stiff in an effort to not reach for him, her mouth watering to taste him.

Where are these thoughts coming from?

Kristen had not previously been particularly fond of oral sex. But something about this man made her
want
on a whole new level. Want to have him as deeply inside her as possible. Want to nuzzle her face into his groin, and lick and suck until he screamed her name. Want to make him feel the way she was feeling. Wanted.

Was all this a reflection of the fact she knew she wouldn’t have this opportunity again? Or was it more?

Chase continued his slowly meandering examination of her entire body. He delicately traced his finger around her nipples, over and over, until she couldn’t hold still a moment longer. And then, without ever having actually touched them, he moved lower and continued the torture by circling her clit just as gently, in a spiral that got increasingly smaller, but never quite reached its destination. She thought of a penny swirling around and around in one of those funnels at the science center, moving almost imperceptibly closer to the center, while everyone held their breath waiting for it to reach its destination. Only Chase never quite reached the center. Moisture leaked out of her. He moved further down her body, skimming the inner-skin of her thighs, passing up the moist center of her that ached for his touch. She wanted to spread her thighs and drag him into her depth.

“You are so incredibly soft.” His voice was low, a dark seduction that squeezed a soft moan from her lips. “Your skin is flawless. Do you have any birthmarks?”

What?
How can he expect me to speak at this moment?
Did he not realize the effect he was having on her?

She moved her gaze from his wandering hand to his face and saw he knew exactly what he was doing. His sexy smirk told exactly how aware he was that she was reeling with the need to climax. Again. He’d calculated the entire episode. She was not even going to respond to his question. It would be futile anyway. She didn’t have the energy available to make small talk while Chase’s greedy hand worked its way up, up, up.

Ohhh…
She arched into his touch. Of their own accord, Kristen’s hands moved to cup Chase’s face.

“Baby,” he mumbled, “we had an agreement.”
Shit
.

“Actually,” she moaned, not recognizing her sultry voice, “
you
had an agreement. Now, it’s my turn.”

“Nooo. I’ll let you know when I’m done, one way or another.” He was breathless, barely able to mumble the words. His touch on her body was driving him just as mad. His cock pulsed against the side of her thigh. He leaned down lower to continue into her ear. “Now put…your greedy…little hands…back above that sexy head of yours.” She shivered with the warm air on her neck, but obeyed his soft command.

Kristen was horny as hell as his breathy speech shot daggers to her once again burgeoning clit. Luckily, he finally took pity on her plight and moved. Moved a lot. He crawled down between her legs and used both hands to push them as wide as he could. Her gasp of relief was loud, and the strain to hold her arms above her with her thighs open to him made her grasp the rungs of the headboard.

*

On his next inhale, Chase breathed in the most wonderful scent he had ever smelled. Kristen was like honey, and Chase was sure he was a bear. His face was inches from her pussy. He took a moment to breathe in her essence. He knew without a doubt this was his life partner. This was the woman of his dreams. Kristen would bear his children. The thought both scared and excited him. He didn’t have any idea how or why he knew this, but the moment was serene. Perfect.

She was perfect.

Chase spread Kristen’s center wide with his fingers, and then he finally did what he’d been dreaming of almost from the moment she’d entered the restaurant earlier this evening. He pressed his tongue against her moist heat and licked her from the base of her sex to the delicate little pulsing nub begging him to take it into his mouth. Kristen nearly shot off the bed, and was that a scream?
Fuck. Yeah
. Blood slammed into his groin hot and furiously. He sucked harder, wanting to hear her scream again. Chase wanted nothing more than for her to be completely uninhibited with him. Expressive in every way.

Gripping her thighs with his hands, he held her still so he could enjoy the feast laid out before him. She trembled. Her breathing rapid and shaky. He was trembling too, pressing his erection into the mattress to keep from coming. Chase stretched his tongue into her as far as he could and swirled it around the sides, thoroughly enjoying the taste—all Kristen, unique and pure woman. He needed to be inside her, but wanted her to come apart underneath him again first.

When she moaned again, on the brink of another orgasm, he replaced his tongue with one finger and moved to circle her sweet clit, then slowly sucked her into his mouth. When her body sucked at his finger, tightening as she gripped him, he quickly added two more fingers, twisting his arm to adjust to the angle he knew would set her off. At the same time, he applied the slightest pressure to her nub with his teeth. That was it. His angel went off like a firecracker. She moaned loud enough to unsettle the dust in the room, her insides grabbed and milked at his fingers, threatening to drag him further into her core.

He didn’t release her for several moments, letting her orgasm ride long waves, until at last she started to settle back down into the comforter, her chest heaving like she’d just run a marathon.

Slowly, Chase crawled up Kristen’s body to position himself as though he were staring into her face. Inserting a finger into his mouth, he sucked the remains of her sweet nectar off while listening to her gasp. God. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Chase wished, for the first time in his life, he could really “see” what words couldn’t possibly express.