Page 77 of Wild Pucker

God, I missed this. Missed him. Missed us.

Chase leans me back onto the couch as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. Before I know it, we're making out like teenagers trying to soak up every last second together before their parents come home and catch them. But we're not in a rush, and I've waited weeks to have Chase again. I only want to do this if he wants it too, because once we cross this precipice again, we're never going back.

"Is this okay?" I ask breathlessly, pulling back from him.

"Yes, Lily. It's more than okay. It's everything." And then he's kissing me again and removing my camisole, his lips trailing down my neck to my breasts. Just when I think we're going to get to the good stuff, Chase stands abruptly and hooks his arms under my knees and shoulders to carry me toward my bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not going to fuck on the couch when there's a perfectly good bed a few steps away. I need more space for everything I want to do to you."

"Yes, please,” I laugh.

Chase gently drops me onto the bed before shucking his shirt, pants, and boxers. He's already gloriously hard, and even though he's been off hockey for over six weeks, he clearly hasn't missed any days at the gym or on the ice. Chase has the sexiest body I've ever seen. His arms are strong and defined, and I now understand what Riley means by forearm porn. I'm pretty sure his abs are the stairway to heaven. Seriously, this guy could be all twelve months of the calendar, and as that thought crosses my mind, I tuck it away for later to mention to Holly and Avery.Why don't we have a Northmen calendar?My brother can stay out of it, but the rest of the guys would sell calendars fast as fuck.

"What are you thinking?" Chase grins down at me.Busted.

"I was thinking that you'd make a really nice calendar boy." The bark of laughter that escapes his mouth makes me laugh too. I can't help it. He looks so happy. So free. The difference between the dark and troubled man from only a few weeks ago to this laughing man, quite literally standing naked in front of me, is dramatic and startling.

"I love you, Lily," Chase chuckles, pressing a kiss to my lips and leaning down into me and the bed. My heart skips and accelerates every time he says those words because a part of me can't quite believe this is real life.

"I love you too. But I think I'm still wearing too many clothes."

Without a word, he helps me remove the remaining offending clothing from my body until we are both completely naked, his lips doing delicious things to my neck and collarbone. When he reaches my breasts and takes one nipple into his mouth, I moan in pleasure, gripping the bedsheets.Fuck, that feels good. I want to reach up and touch him, run my hands and nails over his chest and let them roam wherever they want, but I resist.

I'm so used to being careful and letting Chase call all the shots that I don't want to ruin this. Even though we worked on touching with Dr. Brighton, I don't know what he's ready for or wants.

"You're thinking too hard again," Chase says, smiling down at me.

"I can't help it," I glance away, feeling guilty, but he tilts my head back towards him, looking me in the eyes.

"What's going on in there?"

"I want to touch you," I blurt out. "But I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I want to do whatever you like. Whatever you're ready for."

His eyes soften as he swallows before sitting up straight in my bed. I think he's going to pull away until he rests his back against my headboard, pulls me into his lap and wraps my legs around his back. We're sitting up, facing each other; nearly all of our skin touching. I feel his hot, hard length resting against me, but I can't seem to look away from his face, even though I want to squirm. To move. To do something that will ease the tension coiling inside my core.

"I trust you," he whispers hoarsely, taking both of my wrists in his hands. At first, I think he's going to pin them behind my back. Instead he opens my palms and places them flat against his chest, slowly guiding them over him until he lets go entirely, freeing me to roam wherever I want. I don't break eye contact with him as my hands flutter over his pecs, down over his abs, and then back again. Or when I reach down between us and stroke his cock. He jerks in my hands at that first touch and then leans back, breath shuttering in pleasure.

I kiss Chase and stroke him until he's almost shimmied down onto his back with me straddling him. For the first time ever, I'm completely in charge, and Chase isn't tense or gritting his teeth. He's relaxed, enjoying my touch, and the relief I feel makes my throat tighten and moisture coat my eyes. I've wanted this so badly, not just for me, but for him.

"What's wrong?" Chase asks, trying to sit up, but I stop him, placing both my hands on his chest to keep him where he lays beneath me.

"Everything is so right that I don't have words. I only have feelings. I only have this." I lean forward and kiss him gently while grinding myself down on his cock. And when I reach between us, guiding him into me, sinking down on his length, inch by aching inch, we both hold our breath until I'm fully seated and finally exhale.

Perfection.We're perfection.

Leaning forward, I rock my hips into Chase, sliding his cock into my pussy, up and then back down again, bracing my hands on his chest. He reaches up for my breasts, stroking and playing with my nipples until I'm moaning incoherent gibberish. God, I've wanted this for so long that I want to rush and go slow at the same time. My pace quickens until the wet sounds of our bodies coming together fill the room, and Chase starts to pump his hips upwards, meeting me thrust for thrust. The friction we create drives me wild, and when he slides one hand down my stomach to circle my clit, I cry out, my pussy clenching around his cock like it never wants to let go.Tell me about it, sister. I don't want this to ever end, either.I'm not sure when I started having conversations with my vagina, but this man apparently makes every part of me want to scream out in pleasure.

Chase chants my name as he pumps into me, his hard thighs underneath me pushing me upwards one last time as he comes. His hard thrust lifts me right off the bed, and the feeling is so intense that my body forgets how gravity works. I pinwheel my arms as I lose my balance and tip over, bouncing once off the mattress before hitting the floor, taking the bedsheet with me and knocking over the lamp on my bedside table.

"Oh shit, Lily, are you okay?"

I can't help it. I start laughing. Hard. Like uncontrollable-tears-in-your-eyes, breathless laughter. "I'm—" Breath. "Fine—" Breath. He pulls me back onto my bed, and I take one look at him and the mess we've made and laugh even harder. "I think our crazy, monkey sex is hazardous to my health. First, I give myself a black eye, and then you dick-check me off the bed."

"Dick-check?"

"Yeah, like a body check, but with your dick."

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