Charmingly Chase

by Tilly Kane

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect. Look at you,” he croons, running his big strong hands up and down every inch of me. Nobody has ever made me feel as beautiful as he does.

  “I love you,” he says, stopping his torture of my nipples in order to look up at me. His gaze is so sincere it brings another tear to my eye. Goddammit, one of these days I’ll stop crying.

  My answer comes quick and sure. “I love you too,” I tell him, because it’s true, I do. I never stopped. His look of joy is too much to bear right now.

  Luckily, he’s already making his way down to my aching pussy, where he left me high and… er, very much not dry. There’s no hesitation as he parts my soaked folds and flattens his tongue against me to lick everywhere. He moans while he does it, and I have a memory of him telling me, the first time he went down on me like this, that it was a privilege for him to do this. That he was enjoying it just as much, if not more than I was.

  “Goddammit. You taste so fucking good I’m about to come in my pants,” he says, before slipping two fingers into me and causing me to jackknife up in the bed.

  “Oh god oh god oh god,” I whimper, and that’s about all I can say before he turns his hand, flicking his fingers up against my G-spot. He captures my clit in his mouth again, using his teeth to nip me in my most sensitive place. I know he feels me grow tighter around his fingers, because he increases his pace and flicks my clit even harder with his tongue.

  “Fuck fuck fuck, Chase,” I gasp, “I’m gonna -- I’m coming, shit shit shit, I’m coming, I’m -- “

  My hearing dulls, white blurs my vision at the edges, and I ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve had in forever. But Chase doesn’t stop. No, he simply slips a third finger in me and slows his licking for a beat before ramping it back up again.

  “Another one,” he growls, “you’ll give me another one, won’t you baby?”

  And I nod, because what could I even say right now. My brain is scrambled eggs on toast. Vaguely, I have a memory of him taking me over the edge so many times that I eventually squirted all over my dorm sheets.

  It seems like he’s remembering that too, because he looks up at me with a sly grin on his face. “Will you squirt for me again, sexy girl?”

  And that does it. That mischievous grin coupled with three fingers doing a conga on my G-spot, plus his lips sucking my clit sends me into another powerful orgasm.

  This time, I can’t even form words, solely communicating via moans and whimpers and nonsensical noises as the wave of pleasure crashes over me, crashing and crashing and crashing until I think I can’t stand it anymore, and yet it somehow reaches higher and higher and -- ohhh!

  I look down and see a small stream of liquid hit his chest and his feral grin tells me he’s more than satisfied. He runs his face all through my wetness, kissing me gently and getting me all over him.

  “Baby,” he says, “goddamn, I’m the luckiest man alive.”

  11

  Chase

  Though I’ve dreamed of making my way back to Daisy, I never really let myself hope that it might happen. I thought there was no way she’d ever take me back. Not after I left her the way I did.

  And now that she’s naked in my bed, begging me to make love to her, I’m tempted to pinch myself, just to make sure I’m not still dreaming.

  Christ, but she’s so perfect. My heart aches in the best way, even as I strip out of my clothes.

  Her gorgeous gaze burns me as she watches me walk toward her, my cock bobbing between my legs, painfully hard and so fucking ready to be inside her.

  I pounce on her, propping myself up on my forearms so I don’t put my whole weight on her. I take her mouth in a kiss, letting her taste herself on me. She moans, and I almost lose it right then and there.

  She reaches between us, grasping my cock and guiding it toward her entrance. We both gasp as I slide through her lips, though that delicious wetness that is all for me. I pause before entering her, wanting to be absolutely sure that this is what she wants.

  “Oh my god, Chase, please,” she begs, and I have to fight not to laugh, cause she’s so damn cute when she’s frustrated like this.

  “I love you so much,” I say, thrusting into her with a groan. She’s tight and perfect, and there’s no way I’m going to last.

  “Ohh, god, you’re so big, fuck,” she says, and I increase the pace of my thrusts.

  I feel my balls clench tight, so ready to spill inside her, so desperate to take this pleasure I dreamed of having again. “Baby, god you feel so good. It’s been a long time, I’m not going to last. I’m sorry honey,” I say. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  She meets my thrusts with her own, making me nearly mindless with the desire to come. “Stop worrying about me,” she says, punctuating every word with another thrust. “You already made me come more times than I can count. And now I want you to let go and come for me. Come inside me. Please?”

  It’s the please coupled with the way she clenches her pussy around me, plus the knowledge that I’m balls deep in the only woman I’ve ever loved — the whole combination is finally too much to bear as I explode inside her, savoring the feel of her tipping into yet another orgasm as I shoot my seed into her cunt.

  We collapse back onto the mattress, wrapped up in each other. She makes little noises of contentment as I stroke her back and pepper her face with kisses.

  “I love you,” she whispers, and I know I’ll never get tired of hearing that.

  We spend the rest of the day in and out of bed, making love on every possible surface of my apartment between catching up on the bits of life we missed these past few years.

  She tells me about college and how she graduated early six months ago and now works as a freelance graphic designer, with her own business and everything. I’m so damn proud of her, I can barely stand it.

  I tell her about the bricklaying apprenticeship I completed in Chicago, and about my current job at Beau’s construction company.

  “And yes, trust me, I fully recognize how ridiculous it is that I thought I wasn’t good enough for you because I worked construction, and now I’m working construction again,” I say, as we lie in bed that night.

  She stops drawing circles on my chest and looks at me with a frown. “Your job has never had any impact on why I love you, you know that right?”

  I hesitate, and she continues.

  “I loved you back then, when you were leading Habitat builds for dumb college kids. And I love you now, when you’ve got these fancy official qualifications under your belt. I understand that you thought you had to leave in order to find your purpose, but please know that I would have loved you regardless.”

  We’re quiet for a moment as I consider her words. She’s right, of course, and I know that.

  “I just want you to be with someone you’re proud of,” I finally say.

  She rolls her eyes. “Well, I am proud of you, and I’ve been proud of you since day one. I’m proud to be with you because you love me, and because I love you. Not because of your job title or bank account.”

  I roll her onto her back, tickling her and savoring her giggles as I dot kisses up her neck and down her chest. “Well that’s good to know, baby girl. That’s very good to know.”

  12

  Epilogue: Daisy

  Two Months Later

  “Where are you taking me?” I ask Chase once I get in his car.

  He just stares at me for a moment, the goofiest grin on his face.

  “Give me a second, honey. Let me look at you. God, you’re so fucking gorgeous it kind of takes my breath away,” he says, and I have to fight every impulse telling me to turn away the compliment. Instead, I decide to lean into it and let his sweet words wash over me. I pull him into a kiss and pour every grateful thought and promise into it. Promise for the future and what it holds.

  The kiss turns steamier than I originally intended, but I’m not complaining. I groan as Chase pulls away from me, the smile on his lips full of mischief as h
e licks his lips.

  “Believe it or not, I actually do have plans for us tonight, so I have to focus on driving us there, you little minx,” he says, and I pinch him on the arm.

  “Not my fault you got me all riled up,” I counter, only partially joking. He leans over and presses another kiss to my lips. This one is brief and chaste, but sweet as hell.

  “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he says, and I shiver because god, it should be illegal for someone to sound so damn sexy when saying basic phrases.

  Despite my best tactics of persuasion, Chase refuses to tell me where he’s taking me tonight. Truthfully, I don’t really care, as long as I can spend time with him, but I’m enjoying guessing more and more outlandish answers and hearing him laugh.

  After he shoots down my guess of “laser tag,” he pulls up in front of a house.

  “We’re here,” he says, and if I wasn’t so attuned to every inflection of his voice, I might have missed the slight apprehension in his tone.

  I turn to fully look at the house, since I wasn’t paying much attention as we drove through the neighborhood. It takes me a moment to put all the pieces together. It’s been a few years, so things are different. The trees are massive now, there’s a cute little garden out front, and there’s a basketball hoop in the driveway, along with a few kids’ toys as well.

  Still, I recognize it. This is our house. The house we built together.

  The backyard of this house that we might be breaking and entering at is a dream. There are twinkly lights forming a canopy above the patio, along with several gorgeous flower bushes along the path. It’s adorable and wonderful. I realize, as I take in the place settings at the table, that he must have coordinated this.

  I turn to look at him and find him eyeing me with a curious expression.

  “How did you do all of this?” I ask, and he smiles as he leads me to the table.

  “How about I explain over dinner,” he says.

  An hour later and I still can’t quite believe that we’re here. Apparently Chase has kept in touch with the family over the years, and when he asked if he could bring me by just to see the house, they instead offered us their backyard for this adorable date.

  After we gorge ourselves on charcuterie and bread and cheese, Chase walks me over to a patch of grass where he has a blanket laid out already. We get comfortable and he grabs my hand, kissing it gently and causing a shiver that has nothing to do with the chilly night.

  “Do you know where we are right now?” he asks, and it takes me a while to realize he’s asking a question.

  “Hmm?” I say, distracted by the amazing feel of his hand rubbing my back. He cups my chin and gently turns my head toward the far corner of the yard, where the fence lines up with a forest.

  “That’s where I met you for the first time,” he says. “Remember how the entrance to the site was on that side?”

  I screw up my face in concentration. I suppose I do remember it, now that he points it out. He continues directing my attention toward various spots in the yard, calling out things like the time he heard me teaching some other builders on how to wield a hammer. Or the time he caught a guy starting at my ass and had him kicked off the build.

  “Wait,” I say, giggling, “I did not know that! I liked Eric,” I tell him.

  He growls and nips my shoulder. “Mmhmm, I bet you did. Sorry not sorry that I got rid of him.”

  “You make it sound like you murdered him,” I joke.

  Chase lifts an eyebrow. “No,” he says slowly, exaggeratedly, “I definitely did not kill him. Unless… is that something that turns you on?” he says, with an eyebrow wiggle.

  And god I love this man.

  The realization must show on my face because Chase sobers and shifts closer to me. He’s practically whispering in my mouth now.

  “That concludes our tour, except for here, the spot we’re currently sitting on,” he says.

  “What’s that?” I whisper back, even though I don’t have to.

  “This is where we had our first kiss,” he says, and suddenly I’m on him like I can’t get enough. Like I’ll never be able to get enough. It’s true, I think. I won’t be able to. I think I could kiss him every day and never tire of him.

  I straddle him, cursing myself for wearing jeans tonight even though he told me to. I want to feel him inside me right now. Already I can feel the heat of him, that sweet delicious hardening against my inner thigh, and I can’t help but rock back on it. He moans and pulls away.

  “Wait, hold on,” he says, out of breath and deliciously disheveled. “I have one more surprise.”

  He pulls a ring box out of his pocket, and my heart pounds into overdrive. We’ve talked about our future nearly every day since he came back to me. We both want to get married and start our family as soon as possible. Still, I can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of what’s in the box.

  “Well, go on, open it,” he says, gesturing toward the ring box.

  I do, and there’s a simple metal ring nestled in the box, unlike any engagement ring I’ve ever seen. Still, I pull on it and finally get a glimpse at the whole thing — it’s not an engagement ring. It’s a key ring — with a key attached.

  And now I’m even more confused.

  13

  Epilogue: Chase

  She’s so adorably confused, I would laugh if this wasn’t the most important moment of my life. I pull her to her feet and lead her toward the front of the house. Once we’re there, I gesture toward the key in her hand.

  “Go on then.”

  She opens the door with shaky hands, whispering something about us disturbing the family who lives there.

  Once we’re inside, I turn the lights on to reveal… nothing.

  The house is gloriously empty. She looks around, realization dawning on her.

  “Chase, what did you do?” she whispers, taking in the empty space.

  “I bought us a house,” I tell her, waiting until she turns her back again so I can get down on one knee. I pull the actual ring box from my other pocket and hold it out to her, my heart pounding as she turns back around and sees me.

  The smile that takes over her face is bright enough to light up the night sky.

  “Daisy, baby, I’ve loved you since the day we met. I know I messed things up along the way, and I don’t want any more time to pass without making you my wife. I plan to love you every single day of my life, if you’ll let me. And I’m desperate to fill up this house with our babies. Marry me?”

  She launches herself at me, whispering her yeses between frantic kisses. Soon, we’re both naked and I’m rocking up into her, making love to my future wife on the floor of our new home. Nothing has ever been sweeter.

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