8 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 🔞
She's the very essence of his madness that has never resided in him but which now is flowing freely through all the veins of his body and it feels good, it feels addictive.
His lips never leave her skin, from her breasts to the valley between, going up to her neck and sliding along her jaw, whispering words that he has never known he can spell while feeling a woman with his palms and lips.
Hell, he has never felt a woman like her before, so beautiful, so freaking sensual in her innocence and so fucking completely surrendered to him.
"God, Kathleen, you're beautiful... you're such a fucking beautiful woman..." he whispers between kisses.
She's a beautiful woman alright but not just any woman. She's the woman who has remained imprinted in the cells of his brain just by her mere existence and by breathing the same air, hardly for a few minutes during their first encounter.
He raises his eyes on her face, her parted lips escaping moans and whimpers, with eyes squeezed tight, lost in the midst of her arousal under his skillful moves.
"Kathleen, look at me," he demands and she opens her eyes, gazing at him and frowning with each of his thrusts.
He crashes his lips on hers in a lustful wild kiss cutting the air to her lungs while she grabs a full hand of his hair on the back of the neck, and with each of his thrusts she pulls a bit, and a bit more.
"Oh, God... Chase..." she whimpers pulling herself away in need of air and feeling close to her climax, never breaking her gaze into his eyes.
"Come, Kathleen, come for me, girl," he approves, whispering the words in her mouth, and almost instantly her cores clench around his fingers and she shouts his name while riding her heights in an excruciating squeeze of her arm around his neck.
She's devastatingly beautiful when she comes!
Kisses are showered all over her eyes, her face, on that beautiful tip of her nose and her lips, for being such a good girl and riding the heights of her climax where he has taken her.
He leans his forehead against hers, giving her time to catch her breath while his own is still shaking, staring into the deep blue of her eyes and she smiles, a charming smile filled with joy, blasting of satisfaction, while her breath becomes gradually regular.
His breath, on another hand, is anything but regular.
"Next time I'll fuck your brains out on whatever plane surface I find and I'll be so fucking happy to be your very first man," Chase suddenly declares and he gets shocked at his own words.
He has never acted like this. He has never spoken dirty words while doing it.
Hell, he was hardly mumbling some incoherent whispered words in the process. It was all mechanical, following a specific order of acts and nothing like it was with her.
He feels free with her, he feels skillful and powerful, as if until now he has lived the life of some other man trapped in a dry space, limited and suffocating.
He's a new man around her, one in control and completely sure of what he wants and all she has to do is to exist.
And what he wants right now is her, not only for now but for the rest of the days to come. He's going to make her his even if the Earth needs to burn to ashes for that.
As if reading his mind, she kisses him softly, her fleshy lips tugging his lower one. Completely exhausted, she rests her head on his shoulder keeping an arm curled around his neck and smiling to herself, unbothered by the depiction of their next encounter, spoken in such dirty words.
"Thank you," she whispers.
She's thanking him! She's fucking thanking him when actually all he has wanted to do is to make everything about her... and for her, it's not about him.
He wants her to reign his world, to be the queens of his heart and the nest of his love.
Love... could it be possible that this tiny, young woman, wrapped around him right now thinks about love just as he does?
Could this innocent woman be the love he has longed for?
God knows how much he's wishing for it and for moments like these to be their future life.
Moments when her face and curly strands of hair are his delights to caress and worships, while she enjoys it with closed eyes and a smiling face, pushing her head deeper to his palm asking for more, much like she doing now, under his admiring stare.
He smiles nostalgically and with her wrapped around his body, placing his hand under her butt to support her weight, Chase walks towards the bathroom of his master room, placing her on the counter while he prepares the bathtub.
"Are you in for a quick bath?" he asks adding salt and perfumed foam to the water.
"Well... my head is spinning..." she replies and earns a loud burst of laughter from the depth of his lungs.
Beautifully fucking innocent she is!
"Normal..." he replies with a shrug of his shoulders. "I have that effect on women usually," he continues with a wink of an eye, showing off his gorgeous smile.
She leans against the mirror watching Chase strolling around the room, bringing soap and fresh white towels, and every time he glares at her with a corner of the eye she earns a smile or a wink.
Once ready Chase removes his clothes exposing his tone and fit body to her eyes, and she drinks from his sight.
He walks close to her, fitting himself between the flexed knees and cupping her face in his palms, kissing her softly incapable to stay away.
"It's normal, babe, considering the number of shots you've had tonight," he says between his pecks.
"Hm... that was too much, right?" she giggles while he lifts her from the counter and removes her clothes as well.
"Oh, it sure was, baby girl," he replies smiling and stepping first in the bathtub then helping her to get in, both submerging in the warm water filled with the scent of lavender and orange.
She fell asleep in his arms sprawled on his chest and he hardly managed to dry her skin and tuck her in the bed when the water got too cold to stay any further, not that he didn't like it.
Their bodies were warming up each other but she looked so fragile to him, so delicate, and the colder the water was, the whiter her skin would become and he thought he better took her out.
He places her gently on his bed, covering her carefully with a bedsheet and planting a kiss on her forehead.
She's already sleeping, her angelic head leaned on one side, wearing an innocence depicted from heaven.
He stares down at her, million of thoughts rushing into his head and the most impetuous one is by which grace of heaven his life revived together with this tiny woman in coming into his way.
A smile creeps on his lips and a feeling of content wraps his heart, pumping happiness through his veins.
Finally, he feels happy, a complete, happy man but at the same time a man that can't ignore the thought that maybe she won't be a woman to stay.
She is young, she has her whole life in front of her while he wants to stop here, at this station called Kathleen.
And thus doubts start filling his brain, taking him to scenarios of heartbreaks and disappointments and pain that might leave him broken.
Fuck broken! She won't have the chance for another breath before he's making her his, forever, less to talk about leaving him broken.
The enormity of things crossing his mind is overwhelming even for a man like himself, throwing him into a pit of doubts and fears.
He breathes deeply and rubs his palm on the face, pulling himself out of the spell she has already caged him in.
He needs to distance himself from her presence and maybe, being away will help him clear his mind and think fucking straight.
Because right now, keeping him frozen next to her and his eyes glued to her frame, she's in total control.
He reluctantly stands up and grabs a pajama black pants leaving the bedroom decided to bury himself in the home office.
Luckily he has remembered some work has to be finished before Monday and he can't sleep anyway.
Work would be a good distraction since all he could think of was the young lady sleeping in his bed.
What has happened tonight is somewhat more than he can take in. Under the umbrella of logic, it's all wrong.
First of all, she's younger, much younger than him, basically the same age as his son, she's that young that no man has had her yet, and that is all he can think of and wish for.
Being her first.
The whiskey he's gulping since he has come in here is meant to loosen the tension he's struggling with, but it has no effect.
Work wouldn't take his mind from her either. Dazed and hardly walking he's pacing around his office, running his fingers through the hair and rubbing his face with his palms, tormented by the feelings he's growing for this girl.
He fills himself another full glass of whiskey, emptying in one shot and then another one, and a few more till he can feel the booze invading his mind clouding his thoughts and eyes sight and falls limp on the sofa where sleep takes him over and he's grateful for it. It has finally anesthetized him.
When the light of the sun pock Kathleen's eyes early morning, she frowns and pain strikes through her head, making her groan and roll on the other side of the bed to prevent the light from coming into her eyes any further.
Reality hits her though and she opens her eyes just to find herself in a totally unknown place, a room she doesn't recognize.
She slightly lifts her head and looks around just to make sure she's alone. As memories of last night fill her head she takes a peek under the bedsheet and finds herself naked like the day she has been born.
"Oh, shit!" she whispers and grabs the fabric tighter, lifting it to her chin. "No way! How the hell did I get in here?" she mumbles rummaging through the cracks of the memories of what has happened last night and she remembers, events coming in like short and mixed flashbacks.
The club. Chase. The booze. The abusive guy.
"Oh, no!" another gasp escapes her lips remembering Chase having her pinned to a wall with his hard chest while she's flushed with the adoration of his touches and his fingers making her body sparkling with joy and need, raising and exploding in what she feels to be the best orgasm from the very few she has experienced.
Her cheeks burn at the memories of last night and she shoves her head under the bedsheet in embarrassment, breathing deeply a few times.
It's such a good thing he's not around or else she'll have to die with embarrassment but soon a smile creeps on her lips, reliving the touches of his hands and the strokes of his fingers he has graced her with last night.
She gets out of the bed, making sure once more there is nobody else around.
She even sharpens her hearing towards the bathroom to make sure nobody is in there and when she finds it safe enough she goes in, takes her clothes from the floor, and quickly puts them on.
The shoes seem not to be around but who the hell cares?
She would leave barefoot if necessary.
She only needs to get out of here before she'll face the father of her university colleague.
And on top of that, he is Chase Rowllings. THE Chase Rowllings! Completely above her league.
She silently makes her way out the room and down the stairs and as she approaches the exit she can't be anything but grateful to see her high heels by the door.
Looking left and right making sure the way is clear she tiptoes directly to the door, grabs her purse and shoes from the floor, and exits before putting them on.
She only does that in the elevator, happy she has gotten out of there before being seen.
It's a very early Saturday morning so there's no wonder the streets are empty and it takes her less than two minutes to find a taxi.
She gets in giving the driver her address and leans on her back. with a deep sigh.
She drifts back to last night and her cheeks blush remembering the things she has experienced, his touches, his kisses, his passion when looking into her eyes and mostly to the bliss she has felt about them all.
She finds him atrociously handsome, attractive to almost cut the air in her lungs, and that while a boyfriend is waiting for her back to her apartment.
Shit, what will she say to Jack? She has been out the whole night.
He did know she was going out with her friends, of course, he did. And he was not there because he had urgent work to do, but still, it couldn't have taken him the whole night.
For sure he knows she hasn't slept home last night.
She fishes her phone from the purse and finds multiple missed calls.
She dials back Jenny, her only savior.
"Kath, sweetie, what happened to you last night? Where the hell did you disappear? We have been all calling you like crazy," Jenny snaps on the phone.
"Hi, Jenny. I'm fine, I'm all good. Listen, I need a favor."
"Are you okay? Kath, I swear to God ..."
"Jenny, come on. I'm trying to get some help here."
"HELP? Oh my God, I'm calling Jack ..."
"NO! Jenny, will you just calm down and listen?"
Suddenly Jenny ceases her rattle and freezes in the phone for a few seconds. Kathleen sounds all too serious.
"Kath, what is it?" she asks in a low voice.
"I need you to cover me with Jack. For him, I've spent the night at your place."
"Oh, Kath... you little dirty slut," Jenny teases her and laughs.
If it's only that, she's happy.
"Come to my place, hun. I'm home," she continues and these are the only words spoken before hanging up.