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He lays his naked body over mine and settles between my thighs. Slowly his hands pull my legs farther apart as the knobbed head of his cock lies against the petals of my sex, awaiting entrance. He gazes into my eyes gauging my need. I try my best to show only my love, trust and desire for him. It must work, because he slides his length into me in one slow, heavenly thrust, until there is no him or me, just us.

Together. Joined.

I cup his cheeks sliding my thumbs along the five o’clock shadow marring his beautiful face. His eyes are still uncertain, worried. “You, surrounding me. Keeping me safe. This is what I need to pull me away from the depths of hell and bring me back to your love. Promise me you’ll always bring me back,” I whisper and kiss his lips.

“I promise,” he says into my open mouth as the tension becomes too much. He pulls back and thrusts, fully embedding his thick cock deep inside. Lust coils between us as streams of pleasure shoot through me.

At a leisurely pace, Chase makes love to me. Most of the time we are so starved for one another he takes me wherever he finds me. Whether it’s against a wall, in the closet, the library, our living room, each and every time its earth shattering. But this? This is an affirmation. His promise to me. It’s how he’s proving his undying love. I don’t need a ring on my finger to know he’s it for me. I can see it in hiseyes, the way he looks at me, the struggle on his face as he pumps into me over and over, wanting, needing to ensure I go over the edge first. Always certain to make me scream with delight—never in pain.

I pull my legs up and over his back, and cross my ankles, holding him close. His hands cup my face, and he stares into my eyes, hips moving faster, pressing harder, deeper. He shifts his hips, swirls his pelvis and presses down, pushing his manhood againstthe perfect spot over and over until stars streak across my vision. I almost fear the fall, but he’s there to catch me. Always.

“That’s right, baby. Give it to me. Come for me.”

His lips take mine in a wet kiss as I tumble into oblivion crying out his name. My limbs lock around his ass, clutching, reaching, and gripping for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. His body answers the call, hardening and tightening as he swells so large within me I may burst. A silent cry slips past his lips, and then I’m encased in his heat. Jolt after jolt of his essence shoots deep inside, coating, marking, branding me as his.

When I come to, Chase is kissing my face, neck, clavicle, and chest in small loving caresses. His lips feel soft, like an angel’s kiss along my cheek. Just when I register the feeling of them touching down, they wisp off to another expanse of bare, moist skin. The sensation is sweet, almost a tickle. I giggle.

“Did you just giggle?”

I smile and laugh. “Yes, I guess I did.”

“It was cute.”

“Cute?” I cringe and twist my lips unattractively. “Babies and puppies are cute. A naked woman you’re still firmly imbedded in isn’t cute.”

He smirks and his lips tip at the edge. “Well, I say you’re cute.” I roll my eyes as he leans down and licks one rosy nipple. “And I think you’re beautiful.” He sucks on the sensitive skin then laves it with his tongue a few times increasing my arousal. I just had him and I already want him again. “And your tits are fucking incredible,” he covers my other nipple then draws on it, sending zaps of excitement straight to my core. I can feel his cock stir within me once more. A wicked grin appears across his face.

“You didn’t get enough the first time?” I ask jokingly then thrust my hips up to add pressure to where I want it most. He doesn’t move. Just allows that huge cock of his to widen and grow within the slick walls of my pussy.

His gaze catches mine and he tugs one nipple up, making me cry out when it plops from his mouth still glistening with saliva. “I’ll never get enough of you. Haven’t you figured that out?” He tongues my other nipple again, this time blowing on the tip, sending shivers up my spine from the chill. “I don’t want to hurt you, Gillian, but I do want your pussy to be so worn out it’s hard to cross your legs when you’re wearing those sexy-as-sin, fuck-me pumps, and tight-as-hell skirts.”

I groan and lean my head back. He palms one breast while the other continues to receive the delightful, wet torture of Chase’s lips and tongue. When he adds a gentle nip and tug from his teeth, I beg him to fuck me. He does…oh, yes, he does.

After round two, quickly followed by round three, my sex is throbbing, thighs shaking, and I know now that his lofty goal to have me sore tomorrow is not so far-fetched, as I may have thought initially. As it stands, I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to get up to use the rest room.

“Here, baby, let me take care of you,” Chase opens my legs. Instantly, the combined fluids of our orgasms start to slide out. As usual, my man watches his essence slide past my lips and along the crack of my bum. I squirm and he grins, immensely delighted. Finally, he wipes away the mess from our lovemaking. I shake my head and throw a hand over my face, and lie there as he cleans up then disposes of the washcloth, rejoining me in bed.

We lay there cuddled against one another’s body. I’m about to fall asleep when he asks me a question.

“So, what happened tonight? I know it was a flashback. I want to know about it.”

“Chase, no, I don’t want to muddy your mind with those things. It was just a bad memory of when Justin beat me that’s all.” I snuggle in, and he holds me tight.

One of his hands slips into my hair and he runs his fingers through it. He continues this pattern then responds. “I need to know, Gillian. Everything was fine until I mentioned punishing you.” I stiffen within his arms, and he continues running his fingers through my hair, then rubbing up and down my naked skin in long, even strokes. “It obviously triggered something. You know I would never hurt you, right? I was honestly suggesting some playful spanking. Nothing painful. God, and the way you reacted, it was worse than in the doctor’s office.”

He’s referring to months ago when we first met. I had to get stitches removed from the mugging I’d endured in Chicago. When the doctor pulled on those stitches that jolt of pain sent me headfirst into a violent flashback. That revelation later turned into an evening of coming clean about our pasts. It was cathartic, and I don’t think we’d be as close or moving forward so easily had we not gone through it.

“I’m sorry you were scared,” I whisper weakly, not really knowing what to say.

“Scared? Baby, I was terrified. You looked at me as if I was the devil himself, come to take you to the pits of hell.” His arms tighten around me, his voice now shaky.

“I thought that’s where I was. Back there, was hell,” I admit.

“Tell me,” he encourages.

Taking a deep breath, I explain what happened. It was years ago. I’d gotten a new recipe from a friend in college for an easy chicken bake. I’d always been really careful about how I spent Justin’s money since he was supporting us by paying for the house and all our food. Back then, school and Justin were my life. He was five years older than me and was working a job in construction to provide for us. I was so excited to try the new dish. Dying to please him with my new cooking abilities. Unfortunately, I’d miscalculated the amount of water to rice ratio, and, after forty minutes, the dish was seared black on the bottom and the rice crunchy. Justin wasn’t happy.

“So he beat you up because you burned dinner?”

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