“You so f**king sexy Layla, you have no idea what you do to me.” His voice is strained. “Fuck, I’m a lucky man.”
He walks towards me slowly, and takes my chin in his hand. He starts kissing me, gently at first, then deeper. He pulls away and makes a noise from deep inside his throat.
“Are you sure, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I’m more than ready.” I’m practically panting.
He starts to peel my teddy off, leaving me standing there in my heels and thigh highs. He takes me in, looking over every inch of me. I don’t really have any problems with my body, but I’m still shy at him looking at me so blatantly. I’m sure my cheeks are bright red.
“Beautiful, every inch of you is beautiful.”
I know my body attracts male attention. I’m not vain, but it is what it is. I have big boobs, a tiny waist with full hips and thighs. The way Chase is staring at me, is making my body tingly all over, and my legs feel weak. He is still fully dressed. He touches my cheek, and then drags his finger gently down my neck, my shoulder, my breast, and right over my nipple. I moan. Chase chuckles, a deep sensual sound, filled with promises. In an instant his mouth is on mine, demanding entry. He deepens the kiss, moving his tongue with mine. His mouth moves from my lips down my neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He lifts me up by my waist and places me in the middle of the bed. I watch as he seductively undresses himself, removing every article of clothing. He is stunning. His lean build has the perfect amount of muscle, the V of his hips directing my gaze lower. I glance up at him to see the corner of his mouth turn up. He knows I like what I see. Hell, he has a reason to be proud, that’s for damn sure. Not that I’m an expert- far from it. But to me he is everything I have ever dreamed of in a man. His erection twitches and seems to be pointing right at me. I gulp. Chase leans on the bed then raises himself over me.
“Chase..”
He silences me with his lips. I guess the time for talking is over. He pulls my heels off and throws them on the ground, leaving me only in my thigh high stockings. There is something I need to tell him though. What was it again? He kisses me deeply once again, down my neck, trailing lower and lower. After lavishing attention on my br**sts, he goes lower yet, causing me to moan loudly. Holy hell this is the first time any man has done this to me and I can see what all the fuss is about. A moaning sound fills me room, and I vaguely realize that it is coming from me. A warmth builds up in my stomach, and when he sucks on my clit, I explode. My legs are still shaking when I come back to reality and Chase has a primal, satisfied look on his face.
“Beautiful, I don’t think I will ever get enough of watching that.” His voice is so strained, so raw. I can tell his control is at an end.
Before I can wrap my head around it, he grabs a condom from the drawer, puts it on and slides into me with one push. There was something I meant to tell him...
‘Fuck!’ I scream.
Yes another ‘fuck’ moment. That seriously hurt. I can see the realization in Chase’s face, his eyebrows almost hitting his hairline. Still inside, me he stills, blue crystal eyes narrowing accusingly.
“Layla. Baby.. What the f**k? Why didn’t you tell me? ” He puts his head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He mutters.
My thoughts exactly. He moves to pull out of me, but I wrap my legs around his hips to keep him in place.
“Don’t stop. Please.” I beg him softly.
His lips fuse to mine and he kisses me tenderly, whilst slowly pushing in and out. The pain turns to extreme pleasure. I’ve definitely been missing out. He grinds his hips into mine with smooth strokes, and I find myself lifting my hips to meet his.
“So f**king tight,” I hear him murmur, “So f**king beautiful Layla.”
His fingers find my sweet spot and after a minute or so, I can feel myself coming again. The release is consuming, mind numbing. This time Chase finishes with me, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. The whole thing was intense and so freaking perfect. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect first time. The reasons for my innocence are boring. I wasn’t saving myself for the one or anything like that. It was a combination of many things. I wasn’t ready when I was dating my ex, Kyle, and when he got sick of waiting, he found someone else to give it to him. I didn’t really date after that. Add work, school and my over protective cousin Ryder onto that, and I paint a pretty pathetic picture. I tend to keep to myself too, so I didn’t give many men the opening for a chance with me.
Lost in thought for those few seconds, Chase reclaims my attention when he kisses my damp forehead, then pulls out and goes into the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth to clean me up. He returns to the bathroom and I can hear him filling up the bath. He walks back over to me and kisses my lips softly.
“How are you feeling?”
I smile lazily and stretch my body, “Wonderful.”
His eyes follow my body, landing on my br**sts, causing me to giggle. He raises his eyebrow at me. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I think I’m going to be addicted.”
With that, he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom, gently placing me in the bath, which he has filled with bubbles. Cute. He kisses the top of my head, and then leaves me alone to soak for a while. He comes back with a towel and lifts me out of the bath, dries me off and places me back onto his bed, which now has new sheets on it. I assume there was blood. He lays down next to me and pulls the black comforter over the both of us.