Page 35 of Coffee Shop Cupid
“I know,” I replied, smiling up at him. “I love you too.”
“Take the lead so that you’re in control.”
I nodded. It had been one of the things we’d discussed, and one of the reasons I was so comfortable right then. After years of my body being about making a baby, or pleasing my mate, it was about my pleasure.
I hadn’t realized how much autonomy I’d given up, until Chase came along.
I slid my hands down his shirt and grabbed the hem, then I pulled it up and off, revealing the chest that I liked to rest against before falling asleep. My fingers trailed down the smooth skin, to his stomach, slightly soft from taste-testing so many recipes.
“May I see you too?” he murmured, one finger teasing along the neckline of my shirt.
I swallowed, then nodded. He’d seen my scar before, but never when we were about to make love.
Chase took his time, opening one button at a time, bending, then kneeling to kiss a bit more skin as it was revealed. Then he pulled the ends of my shirt from my waistband and pulled me close, kissing my stomach above the scar.
“It’s ugly…” I said softly.
He pulled back and our eyes met. “It’s not ugly, it just is. It’s a part of you. All battles leave scars, and your battle was long-fought and hard won. It’s a testament to your strength.”
He kissed the edge of the scar as if to prove his point, then one hand traced down the front of my jeans, and I whimpered as it skirted the rise of my cock.
“Touch me,” I begged.
Chase spread his hand over the bulge, rubbing my cock through my jeans, until my knees started shaking from the effort to stay standing.
“I’d love to see your expressions when I have your cock in my mouth,” he murmured, leaning in to rub his cheek against the fabric.
Oh dear God, why did that sound both so dirty and so amazing?
“Yes, please,” I replied.
“May I take off your pants?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Chase was deliberate, taking his time as he first unbuttoned my fly, then drew down the zipper. I knew it was intentional, giving me the opportunity to change my mind.
My cock sprang free, and I gasped at the air around the heated skin.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, fingers starting at the base then teasing their way along the shaft until his thumb swiped across the head. Then he leaned in and started kissing my length, and my knees nearly buckled from how good it felt.
“Chase,” I moaned, fingers clawing his shoulders in an attempt to keep standing.
“Yes?” he asked, pausing.
“Yes, God yes.”
“Do you want to move to the bed?”
Bed. That sounded good. I wouldn’t have to think about standing in bed. “Yes.”
He backed off and I stumbled to the bed.
“Do you want my pants on or off?” he asked as I scooted back.
“Off,” I replied, noting how the fabric seemed strained at the front.
He nodded, and quickly removed his pants, giving me a good look at his amazing cock when it sprang free of his boxers. It was long and thick, the knot already slightly bulging.
