Page 28 of Lyrical

“Let’s see how good it works, then.” He grasped my chin and turned my face towards him, kissing me. Soft lips and a warm tongue heating me, bringing me close to where I’d left off before. “Turn it on, Jillian.”

That time I didn’t hesitate. I flipped up the tiny lever with the tip of my nail and brought it directly over my clit. I was already full of pent-up sexual energy, so I didn’t need any warm-up. Chase had more than taken care of that for me.

My body shook as the toy did what it was designed to do, bringing me swift pleasure. It was good but not the riveting good I’d remembered. A localized, mechanical orgasm versus a full-body, emotional one.Hmm….

Chase brushed the hair from my eyes. “How was that?”

“It… did the job.” God, it sounded like we were talking about kitchen appliances. It did relax me, though. Tempered the edge, even if I did remember it being a lot more fun. And that was even without Chase priming me first.

He quietly pulled off his clothes and lay beside me, using that expert mouth on mine once again. He could bring me high with his kisses, then take me down so low I’d forget my name. I’d never even been a huge fan of kissing before. What was the big deal about lips smooshing against lips? Might as well rub elbows.

Yeah, that was ludicrous now. Chase had turned something humdrum into one of my all-time favorite activities. I whimpered as he gave me everything he knew I craved. Everything that made my blood pulse hard and my skin sizzle. I felt it all rolling over me in thick waves, and when I lifted my lids a fraction, his subtle smile indicated he could see it too. He knew how much it turned me on, and he loved it.

The pads of his fingers glided up and down as he watched me. “Feel good, baby?” I nodded. Of course he knew. He always knew. But I still liked to give him the answer. I wanted him to have the satisfaction of knowing over and over again that he was the best lover I’d ever had. He earned that right.

“Mmm… so good, Chase.” He angled my body towards his and his cock knocked against me, probably leaving a bruise. God, it was magnificent. “So good,” I half said, half moaned again. When he brushed over the wetness between my legs, I pulled back slightly. “How do you know I’m still safe?” I whispered.

He laughed, sliding inside me, making me bite down on my bottom lip. “If you weren’t, you’d never let me get within a foot of you naked.”

True. Maybe not that extreme but—ohhhhhh, fuck, that felt good. He rocked in and out of me, triggering all the right switches.

“Fuck, Jillian,” he said, picking up where I left off. “So fucking good. I always want to feel you this way. I never want anything between us….”

The rest of his words faded out as I became lost in the sensations and they swept me away. My second orgasm but it might as well have been the only. No. Comparison.

When I finally opened my eyes, it was to a very contented face. Sometimes I was so into my own, I missed it when he came. I guess it was one of those times.

He caressed my cheek. “Which one would you rather have in the middle of the night?”

Hmm. A head-to-toe, mind-bending orgasm or a…. Oh, I saw what he was doing. I gave him a playful push on the chest, smiling. “Is this your way of telling me to get rid of the toys?”

“No, Jillian, they’re yours. Do whatever you want with them. This isn’t my way of telling you what to do. This is my way of showing you that as long as you have me, you’ll never have a need for them ever again.”

Point proven. Several times. The last one in the shower. Why would I settle for a box of three-second spasms when I could have what he was offering? And if I never had to feel guilty for using him as my dial-an-orgasm? Sign me up, please.

“Your phone’s dinging.”

“Can you check it?” I called out from the bathroom. I was going through the hair and makeup routine for the second time that day, while Chase had bounded out of the shower with barely a glance in the mirror.

“It’s from Daniel, twenty minutes ago. ‘I’m leaving now, but I need to make a stop on the way first. Do you mind if I bring a friend to the party?’” Chase read me Daniel’s text through the door.

“Can you type back ‘No problem’?” He always had friends over at our house when he was growing up. Of course, I didn’t mind, but it was thoughtful of him to still ask.

I finished up and went into the kitchen where Chase was going through the fridge. “Do you need me to run out to the store for anything?”

“Aww, thank you.” I noticed the full pot of coffee he’d made while I was getting ready. I grabbed a huge mug and poured my first cup of the day. “And I’m all set with food. I went out and picked up everything Thursday night. Perry’s planning on bringing dessert and drinks, and I think….” I tapped my chin, running over my beer supply. “Maybe you can—”

The doorbell rang, and Chase lifted the kitchen blinds. “Perry and Stephen,” he said.

I was about to say they were early when the clock told me they were right on time. I was the one who lost track of the morning, but it couldn’t have gone more perfectly. Everything about the day was perfect so far. Perfect perfect perfect.

I set down my coffee and went over before Perry had to dig out her key. I opened the door to the two of them and several bags.

“Wow, what’s all this?”

Stephen set down a couple. “There’s more in the car,” he said, going back down the steps.

Perry came inside, stomping her feet on the mat. She looked me up and down. “You look happy today.”

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