Beautifully Awake

“Huh?” Oops. It slipped out.

He chuckled. “It’s Latin script applied to the Japanese language. There is no literal translation for first do no harm in Japanese.”

“Well hello, Dr. Know-it-All.” I giggled.

“Baby I’m gonna know a lot more before the night is over, including every inch of your body. Truth for truth.” He leaned down and sucked my hard nipple, reigniting my core. My thong dampened. God help me. I wondered how long I could last at this little game. I was so turned on. “What did you mean before when you said I never?”

Crap. Obviously not a beat-around-the-bush kind of guy. He turned his attention to my other breast. Not waiting for my response, he drew that nipple into his hot mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue.

“I’m waiting, Blue, tell me.” We weren’t having this conversation. He sucked harder and bit down. I moaned in ecstasy. “Truth. Tell me.”

“I couldn’t answer your question because, um, no one’s ever made me ... you know,” I panted.

“Never made you what? Say it, baby.”

“Come.” Holy shit. I said that out loud. Heat hit my cheeks. “I was only ever with my ex, and um, it never quite happened for me. I just thought I was one of those women who couldn’t get off from sex. Thankfully, you shot that theory to shit ... twice.” It was like he shot me with truth serum.

“What a selfish, fucking idiot.” His voice got angry. Oh, you have no idea. “Watching you come was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. His loss was my honor. I can’t wait to put that look back on your beautiful face and hear you scream my name again. I’m giving you advanced warning—you can retire your vibrator, baby, because I don’t share.”

Oh. My. God.

“I don’t ... actually ... have one.”

“Bullshit, baby. I just acquainted myself with your greedy pussy, there’s no way she’s been satisfied with your little fingers ... truth.”

Shoot me now.

“Okay. Fine. The shower head, okay?” The flame in my cheeks burned. “Can we stop talking about this?”

His lips turned up slightly.

“A shower head, huh? Don’t be embarrassed ... that’s fucking hot, baby. I’m hard just picturing it.” He rolled on top of me, supporting most of his weight on his arms and pushed his hard length into my stomach. It felt even bigger than before. Not possible. My fingertips explored every muscle of his rippled back as if it was Braille and held a secret message.

“Um, thanks, but it’s your turn ... embarrassing story.” I kissed his chin.

“First, that was selfish fuck-face’s embarrassing story, not yours. Understand?” he clipped, as if he was defending my honor.

What could I say to that? “Um. Thanks ... but it’s still your turn.”

“Okay. Is falling off stage embarrassing enough?” A small laugh escaped his lips. “When we were in high school, we were in a band. Mostly to piss the parents off. One weekend we did a gig in the village, a real dive of a club. The stage was a total piece of shit. Mid-riff, I tripped over a guitar pedal and fell flat on my face, right off the stage.”

The visual flashed in my mind and I chuckled. “Aw. Did you get hurt?”

He growled and sucked my ear. “Yeah, totally busted my ego.”

“Poor baby. Glad to see you made a full recovery with no long lasting effects.”

“Took a shit load of Band-Aids.”

I liked Dr. Playful.

“So what happened to the band? Is that how it all ended?”

“Yeah ... a real tragedy.”

I sensed the nostalgia come over him. Anyone else I would let savor the moment, but for some reason, I was slowly learning that even the most random moments of silence seemed to summon Dr. Intensity. And music definitely seemed to be a sore subject. I was enjoying Dr. Playful too much to risk the moment souring.

“So you couldn’t make it as a rock star in the big city, so you totally sold out and became a brain surgeon ... psst ... underachiever.” As if. I couldn’t keep a straight face if I tried.

“Glad I entertained you. But can we end this enlightening game now? I have other plans for entertaining you. How’s your math?”

Just like that, Chase’s playful eyes glazed over with unmistakable hunger that was mesmerizing. He uttered a low growl. Mmm. Dr. Sexy. Dropping more of his body weight on me, his hands reached into my hair, massaging my scalp. It was maddening. I had never felt anything even close to this. His strong thighs nudged my legs apart to accommodate his large body, his erection brushed against my flat stomach. Years of reluctance were replaced with thoughts of him filling me again. My hips instinctively pushed up greedily, wanting all of this man.

His lips covered mine while his tongue explored and claimed every inch of my mouth, completely devastating my senses. My hands mimicked his tongue, mapping his back and his god-like ass. If this was all a sick dream, I never wanted to wake up.

He broke our kiss and pushed up until he was sitting on his knees. His hands reached under me, cupping my bottom to roll my thong down as far as my spread legs would allow. He lifted my legs and jerked the drenched fabric over my feet and sent it sailing across the room.

“Better,” he growled.

Instead of dropping my legs back down, Chase opened my thighs wide, and pressed my knees against my breasts. My sex was completely open and exposed. Lord help me.

“Damn, you’re beautiful, I can’t wait to taste you.” His expression was that of a man starved. “Already so wet for me.” He spread me with his fingers, staring intently. He licked his lower lip and my walls clenched with anticipation. My hips automatically rose. If I wasn’t so drugged with lust I would have been mortified, we just had sex. Shouldn’t this be gross? This was all new to me.

Selfish fuck-face (I liked Chase’s name for him better) made it clear on more than one occasion that “going down” was a waste of his time since I couldn’t get off anyway. Like I suffered from a sexual disability, and all attempts at therapy were futile.

His look alone as he examined for the perfect spot to launch his assault could have set off my detonation. My thighs shook with a fine tremor of excitement, while my tension within built at a furious pace. Chase’s stormy eyes glued to my sex as he lowered his face to just above my opening and inhaled my scent.

“Mmm, so sweet.”

My head fell back, my fingers tangled his hair, and my bottom shot up all in unison, begging for release.

“Eyes on me, Blue.” His command might as well have fallen on deaf ears. There was no way I could move.

“Blue. Eyes.”

I tried to scream I can’t, but I lost all ability to speak. For some reason I trusted this man, knew he would put an end to this exquisite torture for me. I mustered every ounce of control and met his gaze.

My eyes were all he needed to launch his attack. His warm mouth was on me. His pace was excruciating. This was better than any fantasy. The intense pressure built deep in my core, mirroring the crescendo of my throaty cries. He lapped at me as if I was his personal oasis, while his talented tongue found my opening, seeking entrance. A throbbing pleasure shot to my sex. I was so close. Orgasm inevitable. He locked his lips around my bundle of nerves until I shattered, screaming the only syllable I could find. “Chase.” My hips bucked in wild abandon. He tightened his hold and his mouth swallowed every pulse of pleasure.

I saw heaven.

Concentrating on catching my breath, Chase kissed my thighs. I found my voice. “That was incredible.”