Leah
Climbing the stairs to my room was a little painful. My body had been put through some serious rigorous activity over the past couple of days. Chase was a demanding lover. I didn't mind the soreness. It was in all the right places and left me feeling very satisfied and content.
I didn't know if it was his age or his extremely fit body that gave him the stamina, but I was amazed at his staying power. My body always felt depleted after a night with him. I didn't even know it was possible to have that many orgasms in a single night. He had done things to my body I had no idea were possible. Every time I came, I thought it was impossible to come again. He always proved me wrong.
The lack of sleep was catching up with me. Chase and I had spent the majority of the past two nights having sex and falling asleep right before dawn. I had almost fallen asleep in the shower this morning. I had been too exhausted to stand and took a seat on the bench. The heat and steam had relaxed me, and I closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was drifting off. I had to get some sleep today.
Today, Blake would be leaving, which meant Chase and I would be in the house alone. As much as I wanted him, I was also hoping to take a nap, so I could try and keep up with him.
The doorbell rang. I moaned. I had just made it to the top of the stairs.
Blake passed me on the stairs. “It's my mom,” he said.
I nodded. “Okay, I'll be right down.”
She was standing in the foyer. “Hi, Janice,” I greeted her with a smile.
We had a fairly good relationship. We wouldn't be going out for tea anytime soon, but I didn't dislike her. She and Dennis had been divorced for years when he and I got together. She had been married and divorced twice since Dennis.
“Hi,” she said, smiling back at me. “Has he been driving you crazy?”
“No, no. It's been nice to see him,” I said meaning every word.
Chase trotted down the stairs. “Hi,” he said, giving Janice a quick hug.
Blake looked at me. “You sure this is okay?” he asked.
“Of course,” I told him, doing my best not to reveal how happy I was to be alone with Chase.
“And you are cool with me leaving?” he asked, looking at Chase.
Chase looked at him. “I'm a big boy. I'll be fine. Leah is going to keep feeding me, and I’m going to keep hitting the gym. I'll see you in a couple of days. Have a good time.”
Blake nodded. “Okay.”
“Bye, Chase, and thank you, Leah,” Janice said before walking out the door.
Chase and I stood there, staring at the closed door. Neither one of us moved, in case one of them came back in. I heard the sound of a car engine, and then it faded away.
We both turned to look at each other. I could see that look in his eye, and my body stirred. Despite my exhaustion, I wanted him.
He stepped toward me and before I knew what he was doing, he grabbed me and put me in a fireman's hold, his hand firmly on my ass while he started up the stairs. I giggled, but when he slapped my ass, I stopped. He was climbing the stairs as if we were running from the hounds of hell. He stalked down the hall, kicked open his bedroom door and walked to his bed, dropping me on my back on top of the firm mattress. He was all business as he stripped off my clothes without saying a word. His intensity was working me into a frenzy. The cool air washed over my naked body, sending a shiver over me.
I lay there naked and panting. He stood over me, staring down at my body in the bold light of day. His eyes moved over every inch of me, pausing to look at the most intimate parts of me. He jerked his shirt off before he pushed his jeans off, his cock hard and jutting out. His hand moved down, taking it in his hand and rubbing it up and down a few times. Another shiver vibrated over me. With my eyes on his hand covering his dick, I moved my hand between my legs, following his lead. I arched my back, opening my legs at the same moment I used my fingers to spread myself open. He lunged and plunged into me in one fluid motion. I cried out when his body invaded mine.
It was intense pressure and pleasure. I was coming within seconds. It took me by complete surprise. I had no warning, only an explosive, violent eruption deep within my body. His own release followed mine. It gave new meaning to the word quickie. If quickies were like this, I could really learn to love them.
He rolled to the side, his arms splayed wide.
“I'm starving. I'm going to go make us some lunch,” I said standing and walking out of the room totally naked. The house was empty. Blake was gone, the housekeeper wouldn't be coming in. It was me and Chase all alone.
I was feeling a little lighter on my feet than I had been a short time ago. I practically floated into the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator door. Everything looked good. I grabbed a tub of lunchmeat and opened it, grabbing a few slices and popping them into my mouth. I was going to need some sustenance if I was going to survive the next couple days alone in the house with Chase.
I heard a noise and spun around to see Chase. He had put on his boxer briefs. He looked like a model in an underwear ad. All hardness and six-pack abs. God, he was fucking hot. I still couldn't believe I had touched that body and had the pleasure of having that man dote on my body.
He was grinning from ear to ear. “That isn't something you see every day.”
I laughed. “Probably not the most elegant, dignified image, I'm sure, but I was really hungry.”
“Me too. What do you have in there?” he asked, coming to stand beside me.
“Want a sandwich?” I asked, knowing I could probably eat three myself.
“Yes and everything else I can get my hands on. I need to replenish. You have worn me out, woman,” he teased.
“I think that is the other way around. Here, take this,” I said, handing him sandwich fixings. “I'm going to throw something on. It is a little drafty.”
“What if I want to eat you?” he said in a low, husky voice.
“I'll be your dessert. Make me a sandwich. I'll be right back,” I ordered, heading back upstairs and pulling on one of my nightshirts and nothing else. I didn't see the need to wear anything else. I walked back to the kitchen and upped the thermostat a couple of degrees. I had a feeling there would be little clothing worn over the next forty-eight hours, and I didn't want Chase feeling the chill. It would be counterproductive to what I had planned.
When I got back to the kitchen, Chase was sitting at the bar scarfing down a sandwich. He nodded, pointed to the other sandwich on a plate piled high with meat, lettuce, and tomatoes. I knew it wasn't exactly feminine, but I sat down and dug in with gusto.
We both chuckled around full mouths of food at the sight we must be presenting. I was completely relaxed and really happy in the moment. It had been a long time since I had that feeling.