Chapter 73

Chase closed the distance between them, allowing her enough room to step aside if she wanted to, but she stayed where she was, her dark blue eyes showing nothing of the tug of war her body was undergoing. But Chase could sense it. He could sense her arousal, the silent thrum of it moving back and forth like a radar signal between their locked gazes. The blood surged in his veins, his need growling and prowling through his body in response to her tempting proximity. He glided a fingertip down the hinge of her jaw, stopping below her up-thrust chin, feeling the delicate quiver of her flesh at his idle touch.

“So what were you thinking then?" She asked him, her growing arousal making her bold. Amaya wanted him to touch her, the way she had been thinking off. Chase slowly advanced on her, stopping just short of touching her knees with his thighs.

"Oh, you know... this and that," he responded, his eyes tracing a path from her eyes to her breasts and to her parted thighs. She sat perfectly still, watching him, daring him with her eyes to touch her.

He reached out a finger and gently stroked a line down her upper arm. She closed her eyes as a wave of lust crashed over her, her nipples becoming visibly hard through her cloth and dampness starting to collect in the crotch of her panties.

Chase had always had this effect on her, right from the first time they met—his eyes had met hers, and she knew she had to have him.

He chuckled at the reaction he had gotten. "So, you want this?"

Amaya nodded her head, snapped her eyes open, and spread her legs a little further apart. "Why don't you find out?" she challenged Chase, gratified by the way his eyes darkened as his desire deepened.

He stepped into her, running one hand up under her. He gently slipped his finger under the edge of her panties and stroked the opening of her hot, wet folds. He leaned forward and put his lips against her ear. "I see you have then," he whispered, his voice getting hoarse.

Amaya sighed softly as he ran his lips softly down her jaw to her mouth, teasing her mouth open with his tongue. She brought her hands up to his head, pulling him into her, gasping as his tongue entered her mouth as he slipped his finger into her.

He entwined the fingers of his free hand in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her arched neck. He kissed and gently bit down the side of her neck as he continued to slide his finger in and out of her throbbing hole, letting his other hand roam over her large, soft breasts, tweaking her erect nipples.

She started squirming down on his fingers, wanting more and deeper. “You are beautiful, wife.” Chase pulled his hand out of her panties and roughly pulled her forward on the counter. Pushing her back so that she was leaning against the wall, he pulled her yoga pants down as far as he could and pulled her panties off, with a rough desperation.

“Chase…”

He dropped them on the floor and got to his knees in front of her. His finger came out and gently rubbed her clit in soft circles, the way he knew she liked it. Her gentle moans were all the encouragement he needed. "Oh, dear me," Amaya purred.

He plunged two fingers into her folds and twisted them around, stretching the sensitive opening of her hot passage as he leaned forward and began to mimic the movements his finger had just been making on her clit. “Chase…” She grabbed his head, unable to stop herself from grinding herself onto his face, feeling herself building towards an orgasm. With a cry of pleasure, she came, shuddering and flexing onto his fingers and tongue.

Chase stood before her, breathing as rapidly as she was, his eyes now glazed with lust. Her fold still pulsating, she pushed him away from her and slid off the counter onto her knees before him. She fumbled with his belt, her desperation to have him in her mouth making her clumsy.

“Amaya—”

“Don't stop me. I want to return the favour.” She finally managed to get his trousers and briefs down to mid-thigh and took his hard shaft into her hand. She ran her hand down the shaft, leaned forward, and started to lick him good.

“Shit…that is—fuck!” He exhaled sharply and threw his head back, with his eyes closed. His hand went to the back of her head, gently pushing her mouth onto his rod. She closed her mouth around him and slid her mouth down the smooth shaft. She bobbed back and forth, moaning with delight in the back of her throat, her tongue making circles on the head of his shaft, and she sucked him off.

Amaya started to wank him off as she sucked him, her other hand fondling his ball sack. "Stop, I'm going to cum! shit shit! Amaya!" Chase moaned, and he pulled her off and to her feet.

He roughly turned her around so her back was towards him and bent her over onto the counter. He pulled her up, and her throbbing haven was exposed to him. He spread her wide open with one hand and guided himself into her wet entrance. He thrust the tip of his shaft in and out of her sensitive opening, teasing her. “Oh! Chase!” His possessiveness thrilled her again as much as it did before, his hands gripping her hips.

She pushed herself backwards onto his waiting shaft, the whole length going smoothly into her nearly dripping folds. Amaya had waited so long for this and had dreamed about it again and again—the sheer, intense beauty of it. Just her and Chase. The man she loved. She sighed with pleasure as he gripped her hips and started to thrust in and out of her, getting faster and harder as he got closer and closer to letting loose. “Faster, Chase!” she grumbled.

With a shuddering gasp, he pulled her firmly onto him and went still as his shaft twitched and jumped, and he came inside her. “I'm cumming! Chase.” She cried out his name over and over; she couldn't take much more of this. She wanted more as the desire tightened within her, her hips rocking of their own volition as her inner muscles spasmed again and again as she threw back her head in absolute abandonment.

They stood like that for a while, catching their breath, until his now-satisfied soft rod slipped out of her. She turned to face him, still using the counter to support her shaky legs. Chase leaned forward and kissed her gently and lingeringly.

She smiled at him, and they went to clean up—him in the sink and her in the toilet. When she emerged, he was waiting for her, her panties held out with a teasing smile on his face.

"I should surprise you more often," he laughingly told her.

Amaya gave another whimper—part excitement, part nervousness. He calmed her by placing a palm on her belly. "Relax, wife. I won’t hurt you."

“Round two?” She raised her brows at him.

Amaya drew in a breath, and he separated her tender folds, discovering her all over again. The secrets of her body, the scent and softness, and the thrill of feeling her respond to his lips and tongue were intoxicating to him. She arched up and shuddered as the orgasm powered through her in waves he could feel against his tongue. She flopped back against the sofa cushions, and he came over her, gliding into her with a long, deep thrust that made the hairs on his head shiver and shudder at the roots.

Chase cut back a groan, but he couldn’t slow down. Not now. This urgent, desperate need is on the run. It broke free from his body, exploding out of him in a hot rush of relief that rained goose bumps all over his quivering flesh. He was floating, floating, floating. All of his senses dazed into tranquility.

Chase stroked a lazy hand up and down the slim length of Amaya’s thigh as if he were stroking a purring kitten. "I hope I didn’t rush you. Things got a little crazy just then."

She shifted against him, her head tucking underneath his chin like a dormouse preparing for hibernation.

"No, it was…wonderful." Her voice was as floaty as he felt. "Truly wonderful."

Chase looked down at her, pleased to see a curve of a smile on her mouth. He played with her hair, freeing it from its elastic tie, lifting it up, and letting it tumble back through his fingers. "We’re good together, Amaya." She peeped up at him.

"The best?"

He gave her hair a teasing tug and then brought his mouth back down to hers. "The best is yet to come."

"Even though this isn't real?"

Chase sighed. "Yes."