CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Madison

My heart felt full like it was too big for my chest. It was a much better feeling than I had yesterday when I felt as if it had been shattered in two when he walked out that door. I looked at the bed and remembered fingering myself while thinking about Chase. Now, he was here with me where he belonged. I never wanted to have to imagine him like that again. I wanted the real deal every time.

He stopped at the side of the bed, dropping my hand.

“I want to love your body. All of it. Don't beg me to go fast because I won't,” he said in a gravelly voice made rough with desire. “I want to appreciate every bit of you. I need to know you in every way possible,” he said before pressing his lips to mine. His words promised sweet ecstasy. His lips promised euphoria.

“Okay,” I mumbled against his mouth.

It was an empty promise. I couldn't promise not to become wild with my need for him. His touch ignited a fire that made it difficult for me to go slow. I always felt as if I was racing toward the most magnificent reward in the world. In a way, I was. He always made every orgasm so utterly amazing, I wanted more.

“Strip,” he ordered, sitting on the bed and pushing me away from him.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled my sweater off before working my jeans down my hips. I stood there wearing my bra and panties, watching him watch me.

“All of it.”

I gulped air, trying to calm my racing heart. His gaze was making me feel shaky.

I stepped out of my panties and let my bra drop to the floor. My arms dropped to my sides.

“You're beautiful,” he whispered. “Turn around.”

I slowly turned around before coming back to face him. I stood completely nude and allowed his eyes to rake over me. I was laid bare and I felt no apprehension about it. I completely trusted him. I had nothing to hide. I was his. Every. Single. Inch.

After a very thorough perusal of my body, he stood and shucked his own clothing. I stared down at his jutting dick and licked my lips. I really, really liked his penis. It was a work of art.

He stepped behind me and steered me toward the bedroom door. I briefly wondered what he had in mind, but quickly dismissed the thought. I didn't care. I was safe with him and whatever he chose to do would bring me more pleasure than I had ever experienced. I knew that deep in my soul.

With one arm, he reached out and shut the door before stepping through it. I found myself staring at my nude body with his towering body behind me in the full-length mirror mounted on the door. I automatically reached up to cover myself.

He pushed my arms away. “No.”

His hands moved to my breasts. As he rubbed his thumb over a nipple, he held my gaze in the mirror. He kneaded my breasts, both nipples forming hard peaks. His head dropped to my neck where he kissed and sucked before giving me love bites that had my body quivering with need.

He looked up, caught my gaze in the mirror again and silently ordered me to keep watching. I shivered with excitement as one of his hands slid down my stomach, and, using his knee behind me, he gently nudged my legs open. I widened my stance and watched as his finger pushed inside me. I gasped at the sight of his finger disappearing inside my pussy.

I saw the look of passion on his face and fed off it. Watching him finger me in the blatant light of day was making me dizzy with passion. He worked his magic with his finger as I watched him slide in and out. It was too much. It was sensory overload. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against his shoulder in an attempt to quiet my raging need.

“Watch,” he said in a growl next to my ear.

My eyes popped open and looked back at where his hand was on my body. He slid a second finger in, and I could feel the climax spiraling up my legs. He stopped the moment I thought I would explode. I whimpered in frustration.

“Chase,” I said with a moan. “Chase, please.”

He didn't stop. He kept licking, sucking, and biting the most sensitive area on my neck while his finger worked inside me. Watching his dark head move over my neck as his arm stretched over my stomach and his fingers delved into me was making me far more aroused than I could have imagined. My gaze focused on his fingers. I could see them glistening with my juices.

He bit down on my neck, and just like that, I witnessed my body begin to convulse with the orgasm that washed over me. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes started to close. I rejected the instinct to close my eyes and focused on my body and face instead. He worked the pad of his thumb over the nub and drew it out even longer. My legs were so weak by the time the last spasm shot through me, I couldn't stand any longer. Chase was there. He picked me up and walked the short distance to deposit me on the bed.

I knelt in front of him, waiting in heightened expectation. He looked at me and gave me control. I reached out and pulled his arm.

“Lie down,” I ordered.

He did what I asked, lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed. My eyes were drawn to that big cock, dancing and waiting for me. I kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth before biting his lip. He jerked and moaned in pleasure. I went down, not taking him into my mouth but breathing close as I used my hand to slowly work over his dick. My tongue darted out. I lapped at the head, making slow licks up and down his dick while I massaged him with my hand. I ran my tongue down to his balls and gently kissed them before using a hand to tug and squeeze.

There was a fierce growl, and he was jerking me up to his face, ready to pull me onto his dick.

“No,” I ordered. I was in control.

He growled. “I have to taste you.”

I spun around and crawled over him, my pussy above his face and my face in perfect position to go back to licking and sucking his dick. His mouth was licking and teasing me as I sucked him into my mouth. The harder I sucked, the deeper he probed with his tongue. I was struggling to stay on my knees as he worked a finger inside me. I could feel the orgasm coming. I sucked hard, taking him deep into my throat as I did. My action resulted in him pushing his fingers deep while he nibbled at the nub.

I moaned, low in my throat as my climax burst through me. He jerked his hips, pushing his dick further down my throat before shoving me off. I landed on my back, and then he was over me and shoving between my legs while my orgasm still pulsed through me. He slid deep inside me, not wasting any time.

I moaned with his entry, relishing in the fullness. It was what I had been craving so badly the past couple of days. He lay unmoving, his cock buried to the hilt. I bent my knees and opened my legs wide, shifting my hips as I did. I felt his dick twitch and knew he was close to climax. I bucked my hips, and he groaned low in his throat.

I did it again. His protest against fast and hard was quickly forgotten. I rocked up again, taking him deep inside me, his balls resting against me. I moved a few more times, rubbing my clit against his dick.

“Dammit,” he grunted before pistoning into me over and over with hard, deep thrusts.

I felt him stiffen, and then he started to come. My body responded to his pulsating dick, and I followed him over the brink once again.

He collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and then my lips.

“I'm not done with you,” he moaned.

“Good.”

“You make me crazy. I want to fuck you over and over. I love to watch you come. Did you see yourself come?” he asked.

“I did.”

“Good. I want you to see what I see. You're such a beautiful woman, Madison Carr.”

I kissed him. It was a deep probing kiss. I wanted him again. I felt his dick harden inside me and knew he was ready as well.

He rolled over, bringing me with him as if we were glued together.

“Ride me.”

I sat up and slowly moved back and forth. I was in no hurry. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his dick buried deep. My hands rubbed his chest and then over his six-pack abs. His body was a masterpiece. I never saw him work out. This was the body of a Colorado mountain man who spent a lot of time outdoors doing manual labor. He moved his hands to my breasts, tweaking my nipples. It was a slow, easy ride. I relished the feel of his hard body under mine. I could feel the muscles in his thighs under my butt as I moved up and down. His hand moved to where we were joined, his thumb pushed against the hard nub. It was hyper-sensitive from all the attention. One touch and I was jerking.

“Come for me, Madison. I want to watch you come again.”

I nodded, more than happy to oblige. He continued rubbing as I rocked back and forth. My head dropped back.

“Look at me.”

I moved to look at him, his gaze penetrating into my very soul. I focused on the sensation of his dick inside me and let myself go with the moment. I held his gaze as I started to come.

“There you go,” he grunted. “All of it. Don't hold back. Fuck me, Madison.”

He rubbed me harder, his eyes never leaving mine as I rocked harder and faster against him. I was gasping for air, my body taut with my climax as I watched his eyes glaze over with intense passion. I collapsed against his chest, unable to move as I regained my composure. His dick was planted deep within me. I could feel spasms rocking through my pussy. His dick jumped with each one, creating a whole new stirring of arousal.

I sat up and smiled down at him.

“You're a pretty amazing man, Chase Nichols.”

His jaw clenched, and I felt his dick move inside me.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I smiled and did as he asked. I loved the way his dick scraped over my clit in this position. I rode him hard, slowing down when I felt my arousal stirring. I wanted to drag it out. His hands were on my ass, pushing and pulling me back and forth over his dick. He pushed my back, demanding I bend lower. The shift in position touched new parts.

I started moving, pulling his dick inside me as I moved away from him before slamming back down against his pelvis. He bent his knees and pushed his hips up. My ass was in the air and my breasts brushed over his thighs as I moved back and forth. He slapped my ass. The pain mingled with the tingling sensation in my pussy stirred up my arousal. I moved faster but clearly not fast enough. He slapped my ass again. I cried out as the climax broke over me. He pushed into me several times, milking every last drop from my pussy.

I felt him jerk and stiffen a second before he shouted. His thigh muscles clenched, and I held on as he came deep inside me. I squeezed my thighs together, pulling every last drop from him before turning around and curling beside him.

He wrapped an arm around me and tugged me close to his side, his fingers running a trail up and down my forearm. I could lay beside him for the rest of my days. It was all I wanted to do. The sex was amazing, but the man was extraordinary. I couldn't imagine ever meeting someone like him again in my lifetime. I felt like our bodies were made for each other, and I never wanted to let him go. Ever.