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She suddenly snaps on her feet and gestures something to her friends while walking past the last two guys who are expected tonight, waving them a sort of a greeting.

Happily, none of them is the guy who has kissed her in the university yard that day and this makes Chase feel at ease. Now he doesn’t have to struggle to avoid a conflict and he smiles to himself acting like a jealous teenager already.

God knows how he has felt that day when seeing them. It was dreadful, asphyxiating to the bones.

But by not being here maybe, just maybe the guy is not that important for her.

“Come on. Let’s dance,” she shouts cheerfully to her friends ignoring him and everybody around, walking away to the dance floor.

Although tipsy she knows she has to get away, she can’t stand that tension anymore turning her on in ways that nobody has ever done before.

It’s insane the effect he has on her just by breathing the same air.

Once in the middle of the dance floor, she starts moving, rolling her hips to the music, not exactly carrying much who is around.

A circle forms around her, some are her friends and others are strangers, admiring her sways and making Chase concentrate his attention only there.

She raises her arms, sliding her palms along the sides of her body and digging the fingers in her black curls, dropping the strands on her face and then shoulders in the most fucking seductive way Chase has ever seen.

She looks as if she doesn’t care about anything, as if she has forgotten the place where she is, and even about Chase who has proved to be the greatest surprise of the night.

But as much as she wishes, she’s anything but out of Chase’s vision, who is following with hungry eyes every move she makes and struggles to resist the temptation of running his own hands behind hers, caressing those curvy her hips and arched back like a perfect piece of an ancient bow.

The bulge in his pants grows bigger and he smirks at the feeling, unexpected but so uplifting.

She feels a hard chest pressing on her back, dancing and swinging together with her, and some strong arms wrap around her body.

The guy smells of tobacco mixed with whiskey and a hint of wooden perfume that she doesn’t really like but she doesn’t reject either. Anything to distract her from thinking of him is good enough because right now there is a turmoil of thoughts running through her head and they all have Chase as the main character, kissing her, touching her, making love to her.

She feels a hot breath on her neck and hears whispers in her ear.

“You look fucking sexy, foxy,” the deep voice compliments while squeezing her tighter and sliding one hand under the short dress aiming up to her inner thighs.

She jerks away from his hold, pushing him back with her hands pinned into his chest but his strong hands pull her back, crushing her against him while she escapes a whimper at the impact. She struggles and tries to free herself but his grip around her wrists gets stronger.

“You little bitch, you like touching yourself but when it comes to a man’s touch you play shy, don’t you? You can never dream what my cock can do to a nice ass like yours,” the guy continues and forces a kiss, curling one arm around her waist and pressing his lips on hers.

Before she can fight it back again the tight hold on her waist loosens and she sees the guy crushing right on the floor with a fist in his jaw coming from no other than Chase who is now holding her wrist, hiding her behind him.

Chase’s eyes are burning coal spitting fire, shadowed by some frowned eyebrows and piercing the abusive idiot with a deadly glare, wishing to have had cracked his heck for daring to touch her.

The unfortunate idiot finds no strength to stand up and two security guys collect him from the floor, taking him away.

Once the guy is out of his view Chase turns towards Kathleen to make sure she’s fine but the moment his eyes find hers she pulls herself out of his hold and runs towards the toilets.

An overwhelming feeling of shame takes her over because she knows that only her stupid acts have led to some random fucker mistake her for a slut. And now she can’t bear looking into Chase’s eyes. What the hell has she been thinking acting like a brat?

“Kathleen!” Chase calls her name, but she doesn’t stop, leaving him and everybody else behind and running to hide.

Yes, she needs to hide. She’ll stay hidden in there until the club is closed if necessary.

How could she have been so stupid to put herself in such a situation? She has always been a very composed woman, setting clear limits on her behavior anywhere she goes.

But with him around it seems there are no limits, there is no yesterday, no tomorrow, it’s only today. Now, this moment only, when they both get trapped in the magic of their own and their own only, consumed by a desire which is simply dispersing any sense of reality or time.

She grabs the doorknob entering the restroom and locking the door behind her with Chase following her but before he can reach, the door is already locked.

“Kathleen, come on. Open the door,” he says in a calm tone.

She leans her forehead against the door feeling way too drunk and dizzy and things around start doubling in her vision.

“Oh, shit!” she whispers to herself hardly standing up. She can’t even remember when she has been this drunk last time.

She squeezes her eyes in the hope of sobering up but more knocks at the door make her lift her head and search for the doorknob to make sure it’s still locked.

“Kathleen, open the door, please. Let me take you out of here,” Chase insists in a patient voice almost betraying worry.

She inhales deeply a few times, forcing her heart to stop racing, and unlocks the door, opening it slowly without lifting her eyes from the floor.

She feels a soft grip on her hand and lifts her eye to a smiling and kind face of Chase, who reaches an arm, bringing her closer to him.

He wraps that arm around her waist, and she leans her head against his shoulder wishing that the room stops spinning.

Her hair falls in waves thankfully hiding her face and blocking her eyes to stare at him.

Chase lifts his other arm and brushes away the rebel strands of her hair, revealing her forehead and placing a soft kiss, smiling at her innocence and cupping a cheek with his large palm.

She gracefully fails to avoid him and as if looking into his eyes is the next breath of air she needs to be alive, she lifts her blue eyes to his, staring at each other for a few long moments, enjoying his big black eyes glaring down to her from the glory of his height, her beautiful face resembling so much with the one of a little girl who has just gotten caught with doing something naughty.

“Aren’t you upset with me?” she mumbles, still trapped in his beautiful glare.

Chase breaks into a burst of healthy laughter, shaking strongly his hard chest.

“Well, I guess we’ll see about that in the morning. Now come on, let’s get you out of here,” he replies.

He encourages Kathleen to lean the weight of her body against his as they both exit the club and before she realizes, Chase lifts her in his arms and gently places her on the passenger seat of his car, buckling her up and grabbing the keys from the valet after closing her car.

The ride starts in silence, Chase concentrating on the road and Kathleen doing her best to stay awake although her brain is half working. She keeps her eyes on the window, one hand under her chin and the other one placed numb on her lap.

From time to time Chase steals a look at her face. He wants to know what is going on in that mind of hers, what is she thinking, how does she feel for him besides blushing every fucking time he looks at her, turning him on until his hard shaft hurts and makes him sweat.

But mainly he wants to know if she feels the same as he does. Usually, he doesn’t care about how the other women feel. He uses them, makes them happy, or rich, and drops them the next day, doesn’t matter the age.

She isn’t the first woman of twenty-one he has had in his bed but she’s the first woman, twenty-one or not, who makes him eager to see her face in the morning after fucking her brains out, and the next morning, and the one after that and the thousands other mornings to come.

She’s the first woman he cares about being comfortable with him, the first woman he wants to want him back and desire him until complete consumption.

She’s the first woman to stir passion in him at levels that he has only fashioned but never lived.

Chase curls his long thin fingers around her hand, making her sleepy eyes shift to him. The blue of her eyes is now darker, and they pierce Chase right to his heart.

She tries a smile but fails to look sober, earning a bright smile from Chase’s perfectly shaped lips. He knows she has had one too many shots tonight, but even beyond that, she can still sense thrills and shivers every time her eyes meet his.

“Are you okay?” he asks with concern in his voice and pushes aside the black strands from her eyes, shifting his look from her beautiful face to the road and trying to keep control of the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” she asks but Chase keeps silent for a few moments, thinking which one it’s better, his penthouse where he wants to take her with every beat of his heart or her place, where probably she wants to be.

Fuck, he is a man newly rediscovered and yeah... even he is sometimes thinking with the pal in his pants which right now twitches like fuck.

“My place,” Chase replies keeping his eyes on the road not gracing her a look or a chance to refuse.

“Oh,” is all she says and as if his hand had a mind of its own he squeezes his fingers tighter around her hand which is now resting on his leg, burning the skin under.

Chase smiles and lifts her hand to his lips planting a soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles, a touch which she already knows it’s just the beginning.

“Chase ...” she whispers.

“Hmm ...” he hums placing her hand back on his leg, missing its heat and curling up the corner of his lips in a pleased smile.

His name sounds divine coming from her lips.

Kathleen leans over to him and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for earlier.”

He turns his face to her meeting her thin pointed tip of the nose, losing himself in the glazing blue of her eyes.

“It was not your fault, Kathleen. Some guys are just simply idiots,” he replies shifting his look back to the road, simply incapable to free himself from her magic.

Kathleen smiles and leans her head against his shoulder while Chase curls one right arm around her waist pulling her closer and planting a kiss on her forehead which she welcomes as being the most natural act at the perfect moment.

He holds her like that for the rest of the drive, her closeness comforting him as if for a long time a piece of the puzzle of his life has been missing.

And now, finding it he places it in the only spot left empty, and it fits perfectly completing his being.

She makes him feel like he has never known a woman before, so different, so appealing, so fucking aware of her presence in the space around him that everything else fades.

Being his son’s school colleague, having a gap of seventeen years between them, the fact that he should have been the one to act maturely for both of them and not jump into feelings that should have been easy for him to refrain, all those rational reasons don’t exist, and he feels good about it.

He’s tired of always doing the right thing although having her melted on his chest right now is the rightest thing to do. It makes him happy, that happiness which once found, you can never let go.

He parks the car in front of his penthouse building and drops the keys in the hand of the security guy once she gets down.

“Thank you, Tim,” he says and walks to the passenger side, opening her door.

He pulls her legs out and removes the high hills holding them in one hand and lifting Kathleen in his arms, walking with her towards the elevator.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, she rests her head on his shoulder, completely surrendered to whatever is to come.

“Kathleen,” he calls her name.

“Hm,” she mumbles, barely keeping herself awake.

“Can you reach the inside pocket of my jacket? I have the access card in there.”

She lifts her head, assessing her surroundings and becoming aware they have arrived.

She slides her hand inside his jacket, feeling his toned muscles through the fabrics of the shirt, making them stiffen.

Their stare glues to each other’s faces, the vibrant tension locking their brain to that endless moment when her hand rests flat on his chest, earning a guttural sigh from the back of his throat.

Her cheeks are burning in dark shades of red. Her plump lips are parted, fanning hot air caressing his face while their eyes burn in stares filled with desire, with longing for each other.

The longer the moment lasts, the stronger the hold of his arms becomes, and before he completely loses control she pulls out the card and reaches her hand towards the access pad next to the door.

But the damage is done already. His senses are on high alert perfectly conscious of his need to have her right now and she doesn’t seem to disapprove of it.

She smiles although she can perfectly read the intentions in his glare.

The lack of her hand’s heat on his chest makes him anxious and hearing the beep of the door unlocking he quickly opens it with his foot closes it with the same one, and dropping her feet on the floor he crushes her against the door.

She escaped a whimper feeling caged between the door and his strong chest while his lips crashed on hers sucking and biting them, begging for entrance, and when she grants it his tongue rolls inside her mouth in search of hers.

His hand grabs the hem of her dress lifting it around the waist exposing her thighs and hips that he caresses hungrily with trembling hands.

The flesh on his bones quivers like a fucking teenager feeling a woman for the first time.

They both breathe heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, none of them willing to break that intoxicating lust.

He bends his head deep and grabs her lips in a tender kiss that doesn’t remain one-sided.

His hands slide up towards her breasts but the closer they get stronger the kiss becomes, clouding their thoughts, making her lose balance and she has to steady herself with an arm around his neck and with the other one playing her fingers through his hair on the back of his neck, grabbing full hands.

Their breath increases pace, racing each other, both trapped in that melting desire wrapping them in its heat.

“Do you want me to stop?” Chase asks leaning his forehead against hers, scooping her face in his hands, and locking his eyes with hers.

She looks deep into his eyes, delaying her answer till Chase feels his lungs empty of air.

“No, Chase...” she whispers, her lips rounding in a fleshy burning circle. “Please, don’t stop,” she completes.

He smashes a painful kiss on her lips moaning at the sweetness of her mouth, squeezing her hips, and pressing his swollen bulge on her stomach, making her lose control over her cores.

“Oh God...” she whispers when her inside muscles clench making her squeeze her thighs to ease the knots built in her lower stomach.

His kisses travel down to her neck and the blade of her shoulder pushing down the straps of her dress and freeing her breasts luring his kisses. She moans and whispers his name with each kiss he gives.

He grabs a full hand of her butt squeezing the flesh and lifting her so she can wrap her legs around him. Her breasts bounce in the process and earn the attention of his lips, burying a nipple in his mouth, sucking and grinding his teeth, giving the same attention to the other one.

“Shit, Kathleen, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles still holding her nipple between his lips while his hands go in search of her cores, brushing along her inner thighs, upper, till they feel the fabric of her panties.

He pulls the panties aside and feels her folds with his fingertips earning a deep moan swallowed by his kisses.

“Fuck, you’re so ready,” he says breathing hard and fast keeping his moves on her folds at a slow pace, teasing and pinching before sliding a finger in.

She opened her eyes wide with a whimper feeling him stretching her inside muscles while moving in and out.

“Tell me, Kathleen, how does it feel?” he demands in a husky voice, adding one more finger inside as she moans louder.

“Oh, God... Chase...,” she moans and whimpers, rolling her eyes to the back of her head, and Chase ads the third finger, feeling her stiffening the muscles of her thighs and clenching her cores around his fingers as he speeds up his moves, curling them in the process, hitting her sensitive spot until her brain is numb and her heart blasts in her chest.

“I want you...” she whispers those very words to make Chase lose control.

*****
This was a pretty difficult chapter to write. I simply didn’t like it in any shape or form but decided to update it anyway.
So sorry for being so late.
Please let me know what you think about it before I delete it and re-write it.
Cheers, lovelies. And happy reading.

She suddenly snaps on her feet and gestures something to her friends while walking past the last two guys who are expected tonight, waving them a sort of a greeting.

Happily, none of them is the guy who has kissed her in the university yard that day and this makes Chase feel at ease. Now he doesn’t have to struggle to avoid a conflict and he smiles to himself acting like a jealous teenager already.

God knows how he has felt that day when seeing them. It was dreadful, asphyxiating to the bones.

But by not being here maybe, just maybe the guy is not that important for her.

“Come on. Let’s dance,” she shouts cheerfully to her friends ignoring him and everybody around, walking away to the dance floor.

Although tipsy she knows she has to get away, she can’t stand that tension anymore turning her on in ways that nobody has ever done before.

It’s insane the effect he has on her just by breathing the same air.

Once in the middle of the dance floor, she starts moving, rolling her hips to the music, not exactly carrying much who is around.

A circle forms around her, some are her friends and others are strangers, admiring her sways and making Chase concentrate his attention only there.

She raises her arms, sliding her palms along the sides of her body and digging the fingers in her black curls, dropping the strands on her face and then shoulders in the most fucking seductive way Chase has ever seen.

She looks as if she doesn’t care about anything, as if she has forgotten the place where she is, and even about Chase who has proved to be the greatest surprise of the night.

But as much as she wishes, she’s anything but out of Chase’s vision, who is following with hungry eyes every move she makes and struggles to resist the temptation of running his own hands behind hers, caressing those curvy her hips and arched back like a perfect piece of an ancient bow.

The bulge in his pants grows bigger and he smirks at the feeling, unexpected but so uplifting.

She feels a hard chest pressing on her back, dancing and swinging together with her, and some strong arms wrap around her body.

The guy smells of tobacco mixed with whiskey and a hint of wooden perfume that she doesn’t really like but she doesn’t reject either. Anything to distract her from thinking of him is good enough because right now there is a turmoil of thoughts running through her head and they all have Chase as the main character, kissing her, touching her, making love to her.

She feels a hot breath on her neck and hears whispers in her ear.

“You look fucking sexy, foxy,” the deep voice compliments while squeezing her tighter and sliding one hand under the short dress aiming up to her inner thighs.

She jerks away from his hold, pushing him back with her hands pinned into his chest but his strong hands pull her back, crushing her against him while she escapes a whimper at the impact. She struggles and tries to free herself but his grip around her wrists gets stronger.

“You little bitch, you like touching yourself but when it comes to a man’s touch you play shy, don’t you? You can never dream what my cock can do to a nice ass like yours,” the guy continues and forces a kiss, curling one arm around her waist and pressing his lips on hers.

Before she can fight it back again the tight hold on her waist loosens and she sees the guy crushing right on the floor with a fist in his jaw coming from no other than Chase who is now holding her wrist, hiding her behind him.

Chase’s eyes are burning coal spitting fire, shadowed by some frowned eyebrows and piercing the abusive idiot with a deadly glare, wishing to have had cracked his heck for daring to touch her.

The unfortunate idiot finds no strength to stand up and two security guys collect him from the floor, taking him away.

Once the guy is out of his view Chase turns towards Kathleen to make sure she’s fine but the moment his eyes find hers she pulls herself out of his hold and runs towards the toilets.

An overwhelming feeling of shame takes her over because she knows that only her stupid acts have led to some random fucker mistake her for a slut. And now she can’t bear looking into Chase’s eyes. What the hell has she been thinking acting like a brat?

“Kathleen!” Chase calls her name, but she doesn’t stop, leaving him and everybody else behind and running to hide.

Yes, she needs to hide. She’ll stay hidden in there until the club is closed if necessary.

How could she have been so stupid to put herself in such a situation? She has always been a very composed woman, setting clear limits on her behavior anywhere she goes.

But with him around it seems there are no limits, there is no yesterday, no tomorrow, it’s only today. Now, this moment only, when they both get trapped in the magic of their own and their own only, consumed by a desire which is simply dispersing any sense of reality or time.

She grabs the doorknob entering the restroom and locking the door behind her with Chase following her but before he can reach, the door is already locked.

“Kathleen, come on. Open the door,” he says in a calm tone.

She leans her forehead against the door feeling way too drunk and dizzy and things around start doubling in her vision.

“Oh, shit!” she whispers to herself hardly standing up. She can’t even remember when she has been this drunk last time.

She squeezes her eyes in the hope of sobering up but more knocks at the door make her lift her head and search for the doorknob to make sure it’s still locked.

“Kathleen, open the door, please. Let me take you out of here,” Chase insists in a patient voice almost betraying worry.

She inhales deeply a few times, forcing her heart to stop racing, and unlocks the door, opening it slowly without lifting her eyes from the floor.

She feels a soft grip on her hand and lifts her eye to a smiling and kind face of Chase, who reaches an arm, bringing her closer to him.

He wraps that arm around her waist, and she leans her head against his shoulder wishing that the room stops spinning.

Her hair falls in waves thankfully hiding her face and blocking her eyes to stare at him.

Chase lifts his other arm and brushes away the rebel strands of her hair, revealing her forehead and placing a soft kiss, smiling at her innocence and cupping a cheek with his large palm.

She gracefully fails to avoid him and as if looking into his eyes is the next breath of air she needs to be alive, she lifts her blue eyes to his, staring at each other for a few long moments, enjoying his big black eyes glaring down to her from the glory of his height, her beautiful face resembling so much with the one of a little girl who has just gotten caught with doing something naughty.

“Aren’t you upset with me?” she mumbles, still trapped in his beautiful glare.

Chase breaks into a burst of healthy laughter, shaking strongly his hard chest.

“Well, I guess we’ll see about that in the morning. Now come on, let’s get you out of here,” he replies.

He encourages Kathleen to lean the weight of her body against his as they both exit the club and before she realizes, Chase lifts her in his arms and gently places her on the passenger seat of his car, buckling her up and grabbing the keys from the valet after closing her car.

The ride starts in silence, Chase concentrating on the road and Kathleen doing her best to stay awake although her brain is half working. She keeps her eyes on the window, one hand under her chin and the other one placed numb on her lap.

From time to time Chase steals a look at her face. He wants to know what is going on in that mind of hers, what is she thinking, how does she feel for him besides blushing every fucking time he looks at her, turning him on until his hard shaft hurts and makes him sweat.

But mainly he wants to know if she feels the same as he does. Usually, he doesn’t care about how the other women feel. He uses them, makes them happy, or rich, and drops them the next day, doesn’t matter the age.

She isn’t the first woman of twenty-one he has had in his bed but she’s the first woman, twenty-one or not, who makes him eager to see her face in the morning after fucking her brains out, and the next morning, and the one after that and the thousands other mornings to come.

She’s the first woman he cares about being comfortable with him, the first woman he wants to want him back and desire him until complete consumption.

She’s the first woman to stir passion in him at levels that he has only fashioned but never lived.

Chase curls his long thin fingers around her hand, making her sleepy eyes shift to him. The blue of her eyes is now darker, and they pierce Chase right to his heart.

She tries a smile but fails to look sober, earning a bright smile from Chase’s perfectly shaped lips. He knows she has had one too many shots tonight, but even beyond that, she can still sense thrills and shivers every time her eyes meet his.

“Are you okay?” he asks with concern in his voice and pushes aside the black strands from her eyes, shifting his look from her beautiful face to the road and trying to keep control of the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” she asks but Chase keeps silent for a few moments, thinking which one it’s better, his penthouse where he wants to take her with every beat of his heart or her place, where probably she wants to be.

Fuck, he is a man newly rediscovered and yeah... even he is sometimes thinking with the pal in his pants which right now twitches like fuck.

“My place,” Chase replies keeping his eyes on the road not gracing her a look or a chance to refuse.

“Oh,” is all she says and as if his hand had a mind of its own he squeezes his fingers tighter around her hand which is now resting on his leg, burning the skin under.

Chase smiles and lifts her hand to his lips planting a soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles, a touch which she already knows it’s just the beginning.

“Chase ...” she whispers.

“Hmm ...” he hums placing her hand back on his leg, missing its heat and curling up the corner of his lips in a pleased smile.

His name sounds divine coming from her lips.

Kathleen leans over to him and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for earlier.”

He turns his face to her meeting her thin pointed tip of the nose, losing himself in the glazing blue of her eyes.

“It was not your fault, Kathleen. Some guys are just simply idiots,” he replies shifting his look back to the road, simply incapable to free himself from her magic.

Kathleen smiles and leans her head against his shoulder while Chase curls one right arm around her waist pulling her closer and planting a kiss on her forehead which she welcomes as being the most natural act at the perfect moment.

He holds her like that for the rest of the drive, her closeness comforting him as if for a long time a piece of the puzzle of his life has been missing.

And now, finding it he places it in the only spot left empty, and it fits perfectly completing his being.

She makes him feel like he has never known a woman before, so different, so appealing, so fucking aware of her presence in the space around him that everything else fades.

Being his son’s school colleague, having a gap of seventeen years between them, the fact that he should have been the one to act maturely for both of them and not jump into feelings that should have been easy for him to refrain, all those rational reasons don’t exist, and he feels good about it.

He’s tired of always doing the right thing although having her melted on his chest right now is the rightest thing to do. It makes him happy, that happiness which once found, you can never let go.

He parks the car in front of his penthouse building and drops the keys in the hand of the security guy once she gets down.

“Thank you, Tim,” he says and walks to the passenger side, opening her door.

He pulls her legs out and removes the high hills holding them in one hand and lifting Kathleen in his arms, walking with her towards the elevator.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, she rests her head on his shoulder, completely surrendered to whatever is to come.

“Kathleen,” he calls her name.

“Hm,” she mumbles, barely keeping herself awake.

“Can you reach the inside pocket of my jacket? I have the access card in there.”

She lifts her head, assessing her surroundings and becoming aware they have arrived.

She slides her hand inside his jacket, feeling his toned muscles through the fabrics of the shirt, making them stiffen.

Their stare glues to each other’s faces, the vibrant tension locking their brain to that endless moment when her hand rests flat on his chest, earning a guttural sigh from the back of his throat.

Her cheeks are burning in dark shades of red. Her plump lips are parted, fanning hot air caressing his face while their eyes burn in stares filled with desire, with longing for each other.

The longer the moment lasts, the stronger the hold of his arms becomes, and before he completely loses control she pulls out the card and reaches her hand towards the access pad next to the door.

But the damage is done already. His senses are on high alert perfectly conscious of his need to have her right now and she doesn’t seem to disapprove of it.

She smiles although she can perfectly read the intentions in his glare.

The lack of her hand’s heat on his chest makes him anxious and hearing the beep of the door unlocking he quickly opens it with his foot closes it with the same one, and dropping her feet on the floor he crushes her against the door.

She escaped a whimper feeling caged between the door and his strong chest while his lips crashed on hers sucking and biting them, begging for entrance, and when she grants it his tongue rolls inside her mouth in search of hers.

His hand grabs the hem of her dress lifting it around the waist exposing her thighs and hips that he caresses hungrily with trembling hands.

The flesh on his bones quivers like a fucking teenager feeling a woman for the first time.

They both breathe heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, none of them willing to break that intoxicating lust.

He bends his head deep and grabs her lips in a tender kiss that doesn’t remain one-sided.

His hands slide up towards her breasts but the closer they get stronger the kiss becomes, clouding their thoughts, making her lose balance and she has to steady herself with an arm around his neck and with the other one playing her fingers through his hair on the back of his neck, grabbing full hands.

Their breath increases pace, racing each other, both trapped in that melting desire wrapping them in its heat.

“Do you want me to stop?” Chase asks leaning his forehead against hers, scooping her face in his hands, and locking his eyes with hers.

She looks deep into his eyes, delaying her answer till Chase feels his lungs empty of air.

“No, Chase...” she whispers, her lips rounding in a fleshy burning circle. “Please, don’t stop,” she completes.

He smashes a painful kiss on her lips moaning at the sweetness of her mouth, squeezing her hips, and pressing his swollen bulge on her stomach, making her lose control over her cores.

“Oh God...” she whispers when her inside muscles clench making her squeeze her thighs to ease the knots built in her lower stomach.

His kisses travel down to her neck and the blade of her shoulder pushing down the straps of her dress and freeing her breasts luring his kisses. She moans and whispers his name with each kiss he gives.

He grabs a full hand of her butt squeezing the flesh and lifting her so she can wrap her legs around him. Her breasts bounce in the process and earn the attention of his lips, burying a nipple in his mouth, sucking and grinding his teeth, giving the same attention to the other one.

“Shit, Kathleen, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles still holding her nipple between his lips while his hands go in search of her cores, brushing along her inner thighs, upper, till they feel the fabric of her panties.

He pulls the panties aside and feels her folds with his fingertips earning a deep moan swallowed by his kisses.

“Fuck, you’re so ready,” he says breathing hard and fast keeping his moves on her folds at a slow pace, teasing and pinching before sliding a finger in.

She opened her eyes wide with a whimper feeling him stretching her inside muscles while moving in and out.

“Tell me, Kathleen, how does it feel?” he demands in a husky voice, adding one more finger inside as she moans louder.

“Oh, God... Chase...,” she moans and whimpers, rolling her eyes to the back of her head, and Chase ads the third finger, feeling her stiffening the muscles of her thighs and clenching her cores around his fingers as he speeds up his moves, curling them in the process, hitting her sensitive spot until her brain is numb and her heart blasts in her chest.

“I want you...” she whispers those very words which make Chase lose control.

*****
This was a pretty difficult chapter to write. I simply didn’t like it in any shape or form but decided to update it anyway.
So sorry for being so late.
Please let me know what you think about it before I delete it and re-write it.
Cheers, lovelies. And happy reading.

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