He pulls me to the edge of the counter, bends his head and licks across my folds. “So good, Chloe. Now, spread your legs for me and let me fuck you with my tongue.”
He proceeds to do just that, licking, sucking and biting until I’m moaning and writhing under him. He finally slides two fingers in me and I fly off the counter coming so hard I may really lose consciousness. He slows his fingers and his mouth as I come down.
“I knew you wanted my fingers, but since you wouldn’t take them at dinner, I had to make you wait.”
It takes me a moment before I can speak. “Your idea of punishment seems more about giving me pleasure.”
He moves up to stand next to me, looking down at me with a smile. “Of course, Chloe. You should know by now that all I want to do is give you pleasure.” I pull him to me, kissing him with all I have. I can taste myself on him. I know he likes that—he used to tell me how hot it was for me to kiss him with my cum on his lips.
“Now, it’s my turn to give you pleasure.” I start to move off of the counter, but he stops me.
“No, Chlo. You did that for two weeks while taking nothing for yourself. I owe you those orgasms.”
“I’m not keeping score, Ryan. And I love having you in my mouth. You know that.” I take off his jacket and start on his tie. “If you won’t let me do that, then help me get your clothes off so that you can take me on the chair.”
Since I’m still on the high counter, I take care of his shirt while he removes his pants, boxer, and shoes. He reaches down for his wallet. “I only have one condom. I hope you have more.”
“We don’t need them.” I tell him as I pull him back up to me. “I went on the pill right before I got to Vegas. It’s been long enough for them to take effect. If you’re clean, we can go without. I know that I’m clean.” After all, I have only been with him.
“Yeah. I am. I’m clean. I just got tested a couple of months ago and I’ve always used a condom with the women I’ve been with.”
That hurts. I can’t lie. I know he was with other women while we were apart, but it hurts for him to say it. I make myself smile, though. “What are we waiting for, then?”
He picks me up and takes me to one of my tufted chairs, setting me down on my knees. I grab onto the back of the chair as I spread my legs and tilt my ass up. “Damn, woman. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” That makes me feel a little better. Okay, a lot better.
He positions himself behind me, bracing his knees on the edge of the chair. Then he is thrusting into me, holding onto my hips. “Ryan,” I can’t help but call out as he fills me completely.
“Yeah, sweetheart. It feels good, doesn’t it? Having me filling your pussy up. I love feeling you with nothing in between us. Hold on tight because it’s only going to get better.”
He pulls all the way out and slams back in. “Tell me, Chloe. Tell me how you like it. Say the words for me.”
“I love it. I love you cock.”
“Lucky for you that my cock loves you, too. You can have it whenever you want it. Anytime. You just spread your legs, and I’ll be inside of you.” He is thrusting fast and hard as he dirty talks me. Then he moves one of his hands from my hip to knead and pinch my breast. I arch back into him.
“Anytime? So I can spread out on your desk?” He growls in response. “Or pull you into a closet or bathroom if we’re at an event or party so that I can have my way with you?”
“Fuck yes. Any of it. All of it.” He’s starting to lose control, and then he moves his hand from my breast down to my clit. He pinches and rubs, and I’m thrusting my hips back to meet him as I feel the tension coiling in me. “Come for me, Chlo. I need you to come for me again.” One more twist of his fingers, and I’m doing just that, screaming as his body shudders and jerks. He lets out one of those primal roars I love and then we both collapse against the chair, breathing hard.
“God, Chloe. Just, just…God.”
“Right back at you, Ryan.”
We both start laughing as he turns us so that I’m sitting on his lap. “I love you, Chlo.”
“I love you too, Ry.”
We stay on the chair, kissing and cuddling as we both recover. It doesn’t take long for things to become passionate, and Ryan is hard again. “OK, I think the downstairs has been shown enough love. It’s time for your bed.”
Ryan picks me up and carries me up the stairs. Before putting me down, he asks me, “Would you like to be on top this time?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yeah, I would. I want you to ride my cock.”
“I haven’t done that before so I hope I do okay.” I hate that I have to admit it, but what if I suck at riding him/ Disappointing Ryan would be worse than admitting my lack of experience.
* * *
Ryan
I look at Chloe in wonder. “You’ve never done that?”
“No.” She looks embarrassed, but I’m more turned on than ever.
“What else haven’t you done before?” I really want to know because I want to do it all with her. I was her first lover and knowing I can be her first for different positions is bringing the alpha in me to life. That’s been happening a lot around her, I can’t help but notice. I’m definitely feeling like a caveman around my woman.
“What we just did.” She’s looking down now. I sit next to her and pull her chin up, telling her with my eyes that she doesn’t need to be embarrassed. “You know, from behind. I mean we did it the other night, but that was my first time. And I haven’t done anything else. I mean, there are things I won’t do and you know what those are from when we used to talk about them.” I nod. “So, yeah, I’ve only ever done missionary.”
“That’s so fucking hot for me, Chloe. You have no idea. I’ll help you ride me if you want to do it.”
She smiles at me. “I do want to try. If I do it badly, will you tell me and we can just go back to you being on top?”
“Chloe, there’s no way for you to do it badly. In fact, I’m sure that we’re both going to love it. But if you don’t, we can do it however you want.” I climb to the top of the bed and lay down on my back. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Chloe climbs over me and sits on my thighs, behind my cock, which is practically begging to be inside of her. “Just position yourself over me and slide down.” She does,and it feels like Heaven. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Her lips part and her head goes back, so I know she likes it, too. “Now, just start moving, Chlo. I’ll help you find a rhythm.” I grab her hips and start moving her. I twist her hips on every few thrusts. After a couple of minutes, she finds the rhythm, and I can move my hands away.
“There you go. I’m going to let go of your hips, so you should probably hold onto your headboard or my shoulders.”
“You don’t want to touch me while I ride you?” She asks, breathlessly.
“I’m going to touch you, Chloe. This position gives me the luxury of easily touching your breasts and clit. I’m going to start with your breasts but if you need me to play with your clit, too, I will.” I start caressing her breasts and moving my thumbs over her nipples as she arches into me and twists her hips like I showed her.
“I-I won’t need it. I don’t think.” She holds onto my shoulders, and I lean up to suck her nipple into my mouth while I continue with my hands on both. I suck the other one and then start licking them while I talk to her. Talking dirty turns us both on.
“Yeah? Are you going to come for me again?” She’s moving faster now.
“Yes.” She can barely get the word out as she starts to lose control.
I keep licking and caressing her until she goes rigid and screams my name again, which takes me over with her. God, I love that my girl is a screamer. I tell her that as I pull her down next to me. “It’s so fucking hot that you scream my name when you come.”
“Your roar is pretty fucking hot, too.”
“Roar?”
“Yes, you do this primal roar thing when y
ou come.”
“Huh. I guess I do,” I say, thinking about it. “So we’re both fucking hot, then.” I stretch out my arms under the pillow and feel a plastic bag. “What’s this?” I ask as I pull it out.
A look of panic comes over Chloe’s face and she tries to turn and grab it, but I already have it out from under the pillow. “Is this one of my old t-shirts?”
She sits up and faces away from me. “Yeah, it is.”
I look closer, and I know exactly which shirt it is. “You told me you couldn’t find this one.”
“I know what I told you. I-I just needed it.” She sounds defensive, and I don’t want to fight with her over a shirt, but I have to know why it’s under her pillow in a Ziploc bag.
“Why, Chloe? Why did you need the shirt I wore the night we first made love? And why is it in this bag?”
She tries to move off the bed, but I grab her arm, forcing her to answer me. “I needed something from that night since I wasn’t going to have you anymore. It’s in the bag because I wanted to preserve the smell of you on it for as long as possible.”
“You’re the one who broke up with me. Why would you want something of mine when you didn’t love me anymore?”
“Because I never stopped loving you or wanting to be with you.” I’m momentarily stunned, and she takes the opportunity to pull her arm free and run from the room.
I snap out of it and head downstairs to find her. She’s not in the living room or kitchen, so I know she went into her workroom. I walk in and find her moving her hand over rolled up papers that are tied with a green ribbon. I recognize what they are as I come up behind her. “Are those for me?”
“Yes. I don’t know if you remember-“
“I do. I remember the drawings you used to give me. The first draft of your design ideas for the interiors of whatever buildings I was drawing.”
“These are the first drafts of the Seattle building. I wanted to give them to you. If-if you want them.”
“I want them, Chlo.” I reach around her and notice the piece of paper attached to them. I pick the roll of papers up to look at it.
Reason #2 that I LOVE YOU: You have always believed in me.
“I do believe in you, Chloe. I believe in us. This building is going to be amazing.”
“Us for work or us like this?” She waves her hand between us.
“Both,” I tell her honestly. Work is awesome, and I do believe that things will work out for us this second time around. “I really love that you’re giving me your drafts again.”
“I wasn’t sure you remembered,” she says nervously.
“Your drawings have always meant a lot to me, Chlo.” She’ll see that when we go to my place tomorrow. I have to ask her the question, though. “Did you give them to Adam when we were apart?”
“No. Never. I have only ever given my drafts to you.”
“That makes me even happier. Now, you’re still conscious which means I haven’t made you come enough tonight. I need to take you upstairs and remedy that.”
I reach for her and once again carry her up to her bed. We try several different positions, and although I’m not sure about the losing consciousness thing, we both pass out as the sun is coming up. I love having Chloe curled up in my arms as I fall asleep. I need to keep her this time or I may not recover from the loss of her again.
Chapter 10
Chloe
I wake up alone in my bed. I sit straight up and start to panic, thinking Ryan’s changed his mind and left me, but then he comes out of the bathroom, smiling at me. “Hey, sweetheart. Did I wake you up?”
“No. I woke up on my own.”
I must sound a little off. “What’s wrong, Chlo?”
“Nothing. I’m good.”
“You’re actually better than good, but you looked a little freaked out when I came back in here.” He sits down next to me looking worried.
“It’s stupid and besides it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Anymore?” Then he gets it. “You thought I left, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit as I look down. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
He tilts my chin back up and looks into my eyes. “Last night was the best night of my life, Chloe. But I’m pretty sure that tonight is going to top it and every night I spend with you from now on is going to keep getting better and better. I don’t want to leave you. And I don’t want you to leave. So please don’t. I couldn’t take it again.”
“I meant it when I said I was never going to let you go again. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“Well, I want you forever,” he tells me as he leans over to place kisses down my neck. “How many times did I make you come last night?”
“I kind of lost count, but I think that it was around 18.” I tell him and then moan as he takes my left nipple into his mouth.
“Are you too sore for me to try to beat my high score?”
“High score? You sound like Scott,” I tell him, laughing. “But honestly, I am a little sore.”
“I can work with that. My mouth will just have to do most of the work today.” He starts to move under the covers.
It’s late afternoon before we leave the bed to get dressed. We’ve had a couple of bathroom breaks and gone downstairs for snacks, but we didn’t leave my bed for too long. Ryan is coming close to his high score, and while my score is considerably lower, he’s not complaining. We’re both feeling happy and sated. Ryan really wants me to see his place so we make ourselves get up. I walk into the bathroom to get cleaned up and find a note attached to the mirror.
Reason #2 that you are AWESOME and I LOVE YOU: I’m the only one who you give your first drafts to. That means a lot to me.
“You found my note.” I didn’t hear Ryan come in, but he’s behind me, pushing my hair aside to nuzzle my neck. “Do you like it?”
“Of course I like it. And I love that you changed the wording.” Seeing him say that he loves me in writing is pretty, well, awesome.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to start over, and I do think you’re awesome, so I thought I should just add to it. I was hoping that you’d like it.”
“It’s perfect. I think you’re awesome, too. S, I’m going to change mine now as well.” I look at him in the mirror, and he smiles back at me. “If that’s okay.”
“It’s definitely okay. Now, let’s get dressed before we end up back in bed. Not that I don’t like your bed, but I want to show you mine.”
“I want to see yours. It’s probably nicer than mine. I didn’t want dad to spend too much money, so I only bought basic stuff. I haven’t had time to decorate. What kind of interior designer doesn’t do anything with their own place?”
“Umm, the super sexy kind,” he tells me with a kiss. “Besides, I didn’t think you were planning on staying here permanently.”
“I’m not. In fact, with the crazy money you’re giving me for the Seattle project, I was thinking about buying a house.”
“I know an architect who would build one for you.” He turns me to face him. “I meant it when I said that I want you forever, Chloe. Let me build us a house.”
“I don’t know what to say, Ry. I want to be with you forever, too. I would love to have you design a house for us. Are you sure that it’s not too soon, though?”
“I’ve been in love with you for eight years, Chloe. Maybe if I’d told you that I wanted you forever three years ago, you would’ve stayed with me. I had a ring. I still have it. I was just waiting for the perfect time.”
“I’m going to tell you again that nothing you did or said was the cause of me leaving you. You were the perfect boyfriend. As for the ring, I had been hoping for one, and it would’ve made it harder for me to leave you, but I still would have. I can’t tell you why. I wish that I could, but I can’t.”
“I wish you could, too. But I’m going to tell you again that I forgive you and want to move forward with you in my life.” He takes my face in his hands. “So, can I build us a house?”
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“I want to move forward with you, too. And if you decide to give that ring to me sometime, know that my answer will be yes. As for the house, can I have a closet room? I’ve always wanted one of those.”
“Anything you want, Chlo. I want us to work together on the house and the interior.” He looks me in the eye when he continues. “I will be asking you one day. I don’t know when, but I will.”
* * *
Ryan
I’ve been a little freaked out since our conversation in the bathroom, but I’ve worked hard to not let it show. I wasn’t planning on asking Chloe to let me build us a house and telling her that I’ve had a ring for her for three years. Well, actually, I’ve had it for five. I just thought that we would be together forever back then, so I didn’t want to ask until I felt that it was the absolute perfect time. Unfortunately, everything fell apart before I could find that time.
I almost gave it to her the night that we were finally together. I spent the last three years trying to figure out if it would have made a difference. Now I know the answer. I can’t decide if it’s the answer that I want or not. But I’m no longer wondering. I meant it when I said that I will give it to her one day. I can’t just yet, though. I know it’s crazy that I can build us a house and not give her a ring. The house will be more personal than the ring. I couldn’t let her buy a house, make it her own, and then ask her to build a house with me, though. And we both said we wanted to move forward. My brain is telling me that Chloe may have been right about it being too soon in our new relationship, though.
“You’re second guessing asking me to build a house for us, aren’t you?” Chloe asks as we pull into my parking garage.
I wait until I pull into my assigned spot and then turn to look at her. “I do want to build us a house. I always have. I didn’t plan to ask you today, although I’m not upset that I did. When you were talking about buying a house and decorating it, I wanted our house to be the place you decorated the way you want. I still want that, but I can’t help thinking that you were right when you said it may be too soon in our new relationship.”
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