Chace was introducing me to a new one.
So I pulled up.
Not much fun.
I slid down.
Oo, better.
I tried it again.
Yeah, the down was better but to get it, you had to have the up.
So I did it again.
I found my rhythm and then I found I liked my rhythm a whole lot better when it was faster. I also found I liked my rhythm a heckuva lot more when I added allowing my hands to roam Chace’s skin and my mouth and tongue to roam his neck.
Instinctively, I discovered something awesome and that was, on a downward glide, if you grinded in, pressing deep, shifting your h*ps around, that… felt… great.
It didn’t only feel great to me, it felt great to Chace too.
I knew this when he growled against the skin of my neck, his head went back and his lips ordered, “Faye. Mouth. Now.”
I lifted my head and gave him my mouth.
Incidentally, I did this on a downward glide and grind.
Fraking phenomenal.
Chace’s hand slid from my waist up my side, over my ribs to my breast. His fingers curled around then one finger and his thumb honed in on my nipple, squeezed then rolled.
I slammed down on Chace, ground in, ripped my mouth from his, my neck arched back and I came hard on a gasp that melted into a whimper.
While I was still doing that, Chace whipped me to my back, wrapped my legs around his h*ps and drove in way faster and harder than he had the other night. Way faster and harder than I rode him.
Still coming, my body jolting, Chace thrusting, I couldn’t be sure, it had never happened before, not even close but either I started coming again or my orgasm lasted a really long time.
It still ended before Chace’s began so, although I did it hazily, I got to watch.
Fabulous.
After he came down, he buried his face in my neck but unlike the first time, he didn’t stay planted. He moved in and out, slowly, four times (I counted) before he slid in to the root and stopped.
There was something about that that was immensely sweet, gently giving something to me while at the same taking something from me which meant I also had something to give.
I loved it.
One of his hands glided down my nightie at the side and he murmured against my skin, “Next time I take you, baby, I want you naked. You think you’ll be ready for that?”
What I thought was, once he started, I didn’t think much of anything. If I was lucid, I probably wouldn’t be. Since I’d not be lucid, I would.
The other thing I thought was, it was unbelievably sweet that he asked.
So I whispered, “Yeah.”
“Good.”
My arms gave him a squeeze.
His head came up and he looked down at me, one of his hands moving to slide into the hair at the side of my head, his thumb coming out to do lazy, soft circles at my temple.
That was unbelievable sweet too.
“Came with just my cock,” he noted quietly and his words made me blink into his handsome, sated face.
“What?”
“Seein’ as I’m still inside you, I’m hopin’ you can take it real, just for now, but not a lotta women come just from takin’ a man’s cock.”
Seeing as he was still inside me, I’d just come twice or I’d had a really hard, long one and I’d have to get used to real eventually, I gave it back.
But hesitantly.
“Seeing as uh… before there was your finger action at my, um… then your finger action between my… you know, and then my hand action at –”
I shut up when he grinned and whispered, “I get it, Faye. You were primed.”
I relaxed underneath him, grinned at him back and muttered, “Yeah.”
“Like that,” he kept whispering.
I was confused. My opinion was, there was a lot to like, as in, all of it.
Which part did he like?
“Uh…” I began, his grin turned into a smile, I started drowning in it then he did something amazing.
He rolled us so he was on his back, I was on top of him, straddling him and we stayed connected.
Oh wow.
I blinked down at him while both his hands came up to either side of my head, his fingers sifted in my hair, pulling it back then holding it there at the same time managing to use the rest of his arms hold me.
“I like it all, honey. Fuckin’ brilliant, showin’ you things, watchin’ you react, get excited, get confident, try your own thing. But what I meant was, I like it that you can find it just takin’ me.” He used my hair to pull my lips to his, his brushed mine then he gently tugged my hair to pull my head back and he finished, “A f**kuva lot.”
“That’s good,” I whispered because it really was.
His hands moved behind me and I would know it was to transfer my hair into one when my hair stayed back but one of his hands drifted down my spine to rest on the small of my back before he said gently, “We gotta get you to the doctor.”
This was not a comment I expected so I felt my brow furrow and my head tip to the side.
“Why?”
“Birth control, darlin’.”
“But I’m on birth control.”
Chace blinked up at me before he stared.
Then he asked, “What?”
“I’m on birth –”
I stopped speaking abruptly because I finally lost the haze and snapped back into real life.
When I hit my twenties, my periods changed. They’d always been regular, light cramping, nothing too bad. Then they stopped lasting four days, started lasting two because they became heavy, the cramping intense and sometimes I’d get minor headaches that weren’t debilitating but they weren’t fun either.
It was the cramping that was bad. Month after month, for the first day, it was awful. I’d have to sit in a hot tub and take large doses of ibuprofen even to make them manageable. If I didn’t start at night, I would have to miss class when I was in college or even miss work when I was working. If I did start at night, it would take so long to get the cramps to go away, my sleep was interrupted and I’d be a zombie at school or work the next day.
When it came down to missing or zoning out during work, I eventually went to the doctor. She put me on birth control and voila! Back to regular periods, cramping and headaches gone, flow normal.
I’d never gone off the pill and I’d never used it for the purpose it was intended because I’d never needed it. So I never thought of it that way.
Until now.
“You’re on the pill?”
Chace’s voice took me back to him at the same time it reminded me this was not a story I wished to share.
So I pulled up.
Not much fun.
I slid down.
Oo, better.
I tried it again.
Yeah, the down was better but to get it, you had to have the up.
So I did it again.
I found my rhythm and then I found I liked my rhythm a whole lot better when it was faster. I also found I liked my rhythm a heckuva lot more when I added allowing my hands to roam Chace’s skin and my mouth and tongue to roam his neck.
Instinctively, I discovered something awesome and that was, on a downward glide, if you grinded in, pressing deep, shifting your h*ps around, that… felt… great.
It didn’t only feel great to me, it felt great to Chace too.
I knew this when he growled against the skin of my neck, his head went back and his lips ordered, “Faye. Mouth. Now.”
I lifted my head and gave him my mouth.
Incidentally, I did this on a downward glide and grind.
Fraking phenomenal.
Chace’s hand slid from my waist up my side, over my ribs to my breast. His fingers curled around then one finger and his thumb honed in on my nipple, squeezed then rolled.
I slammed down on Chace, ground in, ripped my mouth from his, my neck arched back and I came hard on a gasp that melted into a whimper.
While I was still doing that, Chace whipped me to my back, wrapped my legs around his h*ps and drove in way faster and harder than he had the other night. Way faster and harder than I rode him.
Still coming, my body jolting, Chace thrusting, I couldn’t be sure, it had never happened before, not even close but either I started coming again or my orgasm lasted a really long time.
It still ended before Chace’s began so, although I did it hazily, I got to watch.
Fabulous.
After he came down, he buried his face in my neck but unlike the first time, he didn’t stay planted. He moved in and out, slowly, four times (I counted) before he slid in to the root and stopped.
There was something about that that was immensely sweet, gently giving something to me while at the same taking something from me which meant I also had something to give.
I loved it.
One of his hands glided down my nightie at the side and he murmured against my skin, “Next time I take you, baby, I want you naked. You think you’ll be ready for that?”
What I thought was, once he started, I didn’t think much of anything. If I was lucid, I probably wouldn’t be. Since I’d not be lucid, I would.
The other thing I thought was, it was unbelievably sweet that he asked.
So I whispered, “Yeah.”
“Good.”
My arms gave him a squeeze.
His head came up and he looked down at me, one of his hands moving to slide into the hair at the side of my head, his thumb coming out to do lazy, soft circles at my temple.
That was unbelievable sweet too.
“Came with just my cock,” he noted quietly and his words made me blink into his handsome, sated face.
“What?”
“Seein’ as I’m still inside you, I’m hopin’ you can take it real, just for now, but not a lotta women come just from takin’ a man’s cock.”
Seeing as he was still inside me, I’d just come twice or I’d had a really hard, long one and I’d have to get used to real eventually, I gave it back.
But hesitantly.
“Seeing as uh… before there was your finger action at my, um… then your finger action between my… you know, and then my hand action at –”
I shut up when he grinned and whispered, “I get it, Faye. You were primed.”
I relaxed underneath him, grinned at him back and muttered, “Yeah.”
“Like that,” he kept whispering.
I was confused. My opinion was, there was a lot to like, as in, all of it.
Which part did he like?
“Uh…” I began, his grin turned into a smile, I started drowning in it then he did something amazing.
He rolled us so he was on his back, I was on top of him, straddling him and we stayed connected.
Oh wow.
I blinked down at him while both his hands came up to either side of my head, his fingers sifted in my hair, pulling it back then holding it there at the same time managing to use the rest of his arms hold me.
“I like it all, honey. Fuckin’ brilliant, showin’ you things, watchin’ you react, get excited, get confident, try your own thing. But what I meant was, I like it that you can find it just takin’ me.” He used my hair to pull my lips to his, his brushed mine then he gently tugged my hair to pull my head back and he finished, “A f**kuva lot.”
“That’s good,” I whispered because it really was.
His hands moved behind me and I would know it was to transfer my hair into one when my hair stayed back but one of his hands drifted down my spine to rest on the small of my back before he said gently, “We gotta get you to the doctor.”
This was not a comment I expected so I felt my brow furrow and my head tip to the side.
“Why?”
“Birth control, darlin’.”
“But I’m on birth control.”
Chace blinked up at me before he stared.
Then he asked, “What?”
“I’m on birth –”
I stopped speaking abruptly because I finally lost the haze and snapped back into real life.
When I hit my twenties, my periods changed. They’d always been regular, light cramping, nothing too bad. Then they stopped lasting four days, started lasting two because they became heavy, the cramping intense and sometimes I’d get minor headaches that weren’t debilitating but they weren’t fun either.
It was the cramping that was bad. Month after month, for the first day, it was awful. I’d have to sit in a hot tub and take large doses of ibuprofen even to make them manageable. If I didn’t start at night, I would have to miss class when I was in college or even miss work when I was working. If I did start at night, it would take so long to get the cramps to go away, my sleep was interrupted and I’d be a zombie at school or work the next day.
When it came down to missing or zoning out during work, I eventually went to the doctor. She put me on birth control and voila! Back to regular periods, cramping and headaches gone, flow normal.
I’d never gone off the pill and I’d never used it for the purpose it was intended because I’d never needed it. So I never thought of it that way.
Until now.
“You’re on the pill?”
Chace’s voice took me back to him at the same time it reminded me this was not a story I wished to share.
