Beautifully Awake

I bit my lip as my flesh trembled. He remembered.

Suddenly I was flushed, and the heat radiated from my sex through my body. I panted, “Mmm. Good, no more ballet flats.”

“You wear heels like this, just know ... I’m going to fuck you. Wherever, whenever,” he growled.

I whimpered under a stare so intense I wanted to wiggle. “Touch me, Chase, please.”

“Ride me, baby ... I want to watch you, watch your body on top of mine.”

Those words gave me control. I hesitated. I was nervous. I wanted him so bad, but this entered uncharted territory. Selfish fuck-face never let me take control—why bother you don’t get off anyway. Always under him, I stared into empty eyes as he greedily sucked pleasure from me. Shit. I didn’t want Chase to relinquish his power; it was all I knew. I wasn’t ready. Years of someone controlling every sexual encounter haunted me. I stood frozen, caught in a familiar place of torment.

“Blue?” His tone was concerned. “Look at me, Lili.” Raw and exposed, I looked back into his eyes. “I want you, baby, only you. Give me you.”

I wanted to do this. I needed to give him me. When he controlled I enjoyed the ride, aroused and wanton, but me controlling was foreign. A place I had never been willingly. My hands trembled. I undid his belt buckle and drew his zipper down, palming his thick length. He was so hard. He shimmied his pants down and flashed a devilish grin, a reminder. Obviously, he was intent on following through with his double-digit nonsense. My boldness from the night before cowered in the corner. I hesitantly rubbed his length and thickness.

“Chase...” I saw the need in his eyes, but the uncertainty of my actions was paralyzing.

“Baby, that feels so good.” He read the thoughts stewing in my mind. He wanted me to touch him. “Come up here, I need your mouth on mine.” He sensed my apprehension. At his request, I dragged my hands under his shirt along his rigid chest, relishing in the feel of his pebbled nipples to connect our mouths. My touch was his arousal. Wow.

In one swift motion, his shirt broke our kiss and floated to the floor. I leaned down to press a kiss to his bare stomach. He moaned, deep and throaty. My trepidation slowly diminished. He grabbed a handful of my hair and slid me back up his body. I rubbed my wet and quivery sex along his smooth shaft.

“Oh baby, you’re soaked.” His lids lowered halfway down with erotic need. My sex throbbed unbearably. It was hard to fathom I did this to him.

He circled and rolled my nipples in a slow, sensual rhythm until the tiny pearls tightened to an almost painful level.

“I need you inside me,” I moaned.

“Top drawer, baby, a condom.” I grabbed the packet and went to hand it to him. “You do it, touch me.” My tremor returned. I ripped the foil and stroked his shaft, rolling it in place. “Sink into me.” We groaned in unison when I plunged down on top of him. His warm mouth wrapped around my breast and tugged my nipple. I clenched around his cock and sunk deeper until I felt it. The tip of his erection stroked my perfect spot. I rubbed him over and over that spot, slowly at first. My breath turned erratic, and I increased the pace. The overwhelmingly delicious sensation started in my toes, my thighs, my breasts, my pulsing sex, until it completely overtook my body.

“Give it to me, baby.” He tightened his hold on my hips and forcefully bucked, sending me into complete ecstasy. “That’s it. Ride me,” he growled louder.

“Oh god.” I came with a wild cry. My hips frantically pulsed and bucked. Before I came down from my high, he rolled on top of me. Goosebumps rose across my skin when his warm breath bathed my neck.

“Hands above your head.” His tone was dominant. It fed my arousal; I freaking loved it. He kneeled between my quivering legs and spread my thighs, wide. He slid back deep inside my sex, easing in and out. “Reach up, grab the bedpost.”

White knuckled, I braced with needy anticipation. Wanting more. Needing more.

“Feels ... too ... good.”

He leaned down and kissed the spot between my breasts. I arched high, urging him on. He dug his strong fingers into my flesh and thrust harder and faster. I couldn’t think. All I felt was the heat between us. Half mad with insatiable lust, my body matched his every thrust.

“So fucking tight, Blue.” His thick erection swelled even more, but he was holding back, trying not to hurt me. His desire to protect me jolted me to the core. My sex ached. My heart ached. I wanted all of him. Everything.

“Please, Chase. Don’t hold back, I need you, harder!” I pleaded, hoping he abandoned his self-control. As if my words were a shot of adrenaline to his chest, he powered inside with brutal force. My climax built with his deliciously punishing rhythm. He reached down and rubbed and squeezed me. The pressure, the insanely intense pressure, took me over the brink. “Chase, Chase!”

He pumped twice more, powerful and punishing pumps, and buried his face against my shoulder, biting down hard. His pelvis glued to my sex and he released fast and hard. I loved every second of it. He rolled us onto our side and discarded the condom.

“That was amazing,” I panted. Amazing didn’t even begin to cut it. Was there a word for mind-blowingly hot? For perfect?

He tucked me into his side. He was drenched with sweat; we were drenched with sweat. “This is only the beginning, Blue.” He kissed my temple. “Now, let’s get cleaned up, beautiful, before I actually tie that hot body to this bed and my small town girl misses a day in the city.”

I wasn’t sure what sounded better—being tied to this man’s bed or being called his girl. Damn, I liked the sound of both.

“You were hungry, huh?” He laughed.

“Um. I worked up an appetite, and besides, I’m pretty sure it aids in the healing process,” I quipped, popping the last bit of my insanely delicious crab cake sandwich into my mouth.

“Baby, I think we can both agree. You’re all healed.” He mischievously raised his brows. This man was sexy.

“So where to next, Dr. NYC?”

Not that I was in a rush. Ocean Grill was situated right across from the Museum of Natural History and Central Park. Our quaint sidewalk table provided the perfect view to people watch. It screamed NY, but not in an obnoxious touristy way. I loved it and Chase knew it.

“How’s a little shopping sound? I know a boutique on Fifth Avenue…”

In general, anything with the word boutique was totally out of my price range. And I knew enough about Manhattan to know anything Fifth Avenue was definitely out of my league. Crap.

“How about Bloomingdale’s?” Still a little above, but I felt like splurging.

His phone vibrated, luckily distracting him enough to agree with me. “Sure. Sounds good.” He held his phone up. “I’m gonna grab this.” I nodded. “Hey Ash, long time no talk.” His silver eyes brightened as his mouth curved slightly. “Yeah, I’m in town for the weekend, came in this morning.” He leaned on his elbow and grabbed his forehead. “That’s tomorrow ... no fucking chance ... yeah, yeah, I know. You’re going?” He leaned back in the chair and gazed toward the park. “Hey listen, let’s not talk about this right now ... you have plans tonight? Great ... there’s someone I want you to meet. Why don’t you swing by and meet us for a drink. How’s eight ... Asiate ... yeah, yeah you’ll meet her tonight. Later, Ash.” He ended his call and met my curious stare.

“That was a good friend, Asher. Don’t get to see him much. He’s in town too, do you mind if we grab a drink with him before dinner?” He continued without waiting for my response. “I can cancel. I should’ve asked you first, but I really want him to meet you.” His nervous banter was adorable. This was a totally new side of him. My heart fluttered, he genuinely cared for my opinion. And he wanted to introduce me to an old friend? The flutter got faster.

“Chase, I would love to meet him. Really. It sounds like fun and maybe I can learn a bit more about Dr. Mystery.” I winked. “Why doesn’t he join us for dinner too?”

“Baby, if he wasn’t my best friend, we wouldn’t even be having a drink. Not sharing.” He chuckled. “Let’s get out of here.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Come.”

The rest of the afternoon, Chase dazzled me with all things New York. He redefined shopping. It was alarmingly clear that money was not an issue to Chase. At all. I grew up poor, but spent enough time around