Page 19 of My First Mistake
Oh, dear, sweet baby Jesus. “Chase!” I gasp, my entire body trembling with nervous excitement.
He stops, his deep blue eyes fixed on mine. “What is it, Firefly?”
I blush at the nickname, the one he’s called me since I was eight years old and he found me catching lightning bugs. “I—I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
He blinks and now I feel foolish. It’s not like I haven’t had plenty of opportunities to; I’ve just never really wanted to take that next step. Probably because I compare every guy I ever date to the one currently lying on top of me, and not a single one makes my entire body come alive the way that he does. “You’ve never had sex?”
I shake my head.
“Fuck, Addie,” he says, and I can’t tell if he’s annoyed or feeling sorry for me, or confused, or all three.
“I’m not a prude or anything, I’ve just?—”
He seals his lips briefly over mine, stopping my nervous babbling. “I never for a second thought you were, and it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything more than this if you like.” He licks across the seam of my lips, and I part them on a gasp before he slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me so deeply, healmost takes my breath away. When he pulls back, he offers me a wicked grin. “I fucking love kissing you.”
I glide my hands over his back, reveling in the feeling of his hard muscles beneath his shirt. “I want to do this, Chase. I want to do this with you.”
He stares into my eyes. “You don’t have to.”
“I know that. But I really really want to.”
His eyes rake over my face and his blue eyes grow dark with undisguised hunger. “You’ve really never had sex?”
I shake my head.
He drags his teeth gently along my jawline. “So, just how far have you gone before, Addie?”
“Third base. With a couple of guys…” I feel embarrassed talking about that with him. Even though I dated both of them, I never wanted to go any further. It was never quite…this.
Chase hums softly, trailing his lips over my jaw. “And did they make you come?”
My entire body flushes with heat at his words. “No,” I whisper. I always thought I’d feel self-conscious for my first time, but I don’t with him. “I’ve made myself come though. Lots of times.” Mostly while imagining it was you touching me. I keep that latter thought to myself.
He groans softly, warm breath dancing over my skin and making goose bumps prickle out over my flesh. “Good girl,” he murmurs and his words travel straight to my core.
I slide my hand to the zipper of his jeans and he grunts when I pull it down. “Not yet, Firefly. Let me make sure you’re ready first.”
I’m more than ready? Doesn’t he realize I’ve been waiting for this moment for years? Waiting for him. “I’m ready, Chase,” I whine.
He tuts, pinning my hands on either side of my head. “I love how much you want this, Addie, but I’ll decide when you’re ready.”
Chase undresses me torturously slowly, his hands and mouth exploring every single inch of me—all except for the space between my thighs that’s aching for his touch. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Firefly,” he growls.
When he sucks one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth, a lightning bolt of pleasure shoots right through me and I whimper with need. “Chase, please!”
“It’s okay, baby,” he says, soft and soothing. “I’ve got you.”
Then his hand slides between my legs and already I feel like I might pass out. He rubs gentle circles over my clit and my core contracts. And then his fingers move closer to my entrance. When he pushes a thick finger inside me, my back bows and I coat him in a rush of arousal.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Addie,” he says through clenched teeth. “My naughty fucking girl.”
He plants one powerful forearm beside my head, a wall of sinew and muscle, and holds himself up while he expertly slides his finger in and out of me. When he adds a second, I’m hit with an overwhelming rush of euphoria. I know this act is colloquially known as fingerbanging, and I’d have wholeheartedly agreed with that term in the past, but nothing about what Chase is doing could be described as that at all. He is skilled and experienced, every move he makes precise and powerful, yet tender and reverent.
His mouth brushes over mine. “You’re doing so good for me.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me, soft yet possessive. “Uh-huh. Your tight little pussy is squeezing my fingers so hard. Desperate to come.”
