Page 33 of Chance's Choice
I’m not used to this. To the talking. The intimacy. The adoration in my lover’s tone. Usually, my sexual encounters are short, fast, and impersonal. Get in, get off, get out. This is the opposite of that.
Chance is taking his time, drawing this out, pushing me to the edge and then refusing to let me go over. He’s worshiping me, gently running his large, warm palms over whatever stretches of my skin he can reach before he spreads himself out over me with elbows planted just above my shoulders. He kisses my chest, my collarbone, my neck and my jaw. His breathing is heavy and warm against my skin.
I’m pretty much delirious with pleasure at this point. I have never felt so connected to someone else. Never so important, or cared for, or…loved.
That’s what this is.
It’s not fucking. It’s making love.
I can feel hot tears welling up in my eyes and spilling down the sides of my face, into my hairline and trickling into my ears. The top of Chance’s forehead brushes against them as he nuzzles me and he freezes instantly, pushing up with his arms.
“Kade…”
I force my eyes open and try to impart everything I’m feeling with a tremulous smile. My arms are wobbly and heavy, but I bring them up to cup Chance’s face. “I’m good. I’m better than good. I promise.”
He does not appear convinced. “Did I hurt you? Did we go too fast? Is this too much, too soon?”
I lock my ankles behind him when I realize he’s about to pull out. “Nuh-uh,” I inform him, rocking my hips up, trying to encourage him to move again. “I was just,” I pause, struggling to explain, “overwhelmed with happiness. I’ve never…I mean, sex has never been like this before.”
I feel a little weird having this conversation while we’re still intimately connected, while I’m still rock hard and leaking trails of precum onto both our abdomens. But I’m with Chance, so I’m safe and comfortable in a way I’ve never been. I can tell him anything at any time, and it’s okay.
His eyes light with understanding and his expression gentles away from concern. It turns more indulgent. Sappy. I love seeing this look on his face.
“Well,” he says, slowly thrusting his hips again, “enjoy it while you can, ‘cos I’m close.” He shuffles his position as I groan with his movements, and winds up back on his elbows, leaning his weight on his right arm so he can wriggle his left hand between our bodies to stroke me in time with his renewed thrusts. “So fucking close. And Kade?”
“Hmm?”
He ducks his head, kissing me softly, as if the sweet expression on his face moments ago hadn’t already told me what he pulls back to say. “This is special for me, too.”
With his hand on my cock, and the delicious feel of him moving inside me, I nod my agreement. “I know,” I tell him. Then I swallow roughly, “And I’m close, too.” He closes the small gap between us and kisses me again, and that’s enough to finally tip me over the edge. “Oh,” I moan into his mouth, “Oh, oh God, I’m…I’m…”
He swallows my cries with a deep, hungry kiss, groaning right back into my mouth as his hips still and he floods me with his release, pulsing inside me. Then he rests his forehead on mine while we catch our breaths before he slowly and carefully pulls out.
I miss him almost instantly, but I don’t love the feeling of his cum trickling out of my ass.
“Shower?” he suggests after chuckling at what is undoubtedly an unimpressed expression on my face.
“God, yes.”
Chapter Fifteen – Chance
Saturday dawns gray and depressing. Storm clouds hover overhead, and it’s such a juxtaposition to how amazingly bright and chipper I feel. Kade told me he loved me, and the sex that followed was life changing. After our shower, I coaxed Kade into relaxing into little space, reading him a bedtime story and snuggling him to sleep, giving him the experiences he’s confessed to craving but rarely ever indulging.
After whipping up a quick breakfast of toaster waffles, syrup and some strips of bacon, Kade and I sit side by side on the stools at the kitchen bench and discuss the plan for today.
With a glance out the kitchen window, I cut my gaze to my beautiful boy and offer him a rueful smile. “Looks like today’s gonna be best spent inside,” I tell him.
He nods around a mouthful of food -which I insisted on cutting up for him- and swallows before he speaks. “So…what do you wanna do, then?”
He’s cute like this, all sleep-ruffled and riding the line between headspaces. Even though I’d love for him to choose where he’s most comfortable, he waits for me to decide. I swish the last bite of crispy bacon through a puddle of syrup and pop it in my mouth, chewing contemplatively.
“Can we talk about the puppy play stuff?” I ask him. “I know you were happy with the things I bought, but we got a bit distracted…”
His cheeks flush adorably and he pushes his food around on hisSpongebobplate with his fork. “We don’t have to.”
“Kaden,” as always, bringing out Daddy voice gets his full attention and he looks up at me immediately, those liquid blue eyes of his wide and earnest, “wedohave to.” I push my plate forward so I can lean on the countertop. “We have to talk about whether it’s something you do want to try and, if it is, we have to talk about what kind of scenes you’re comfortable starting with. Just like with being Little. We need rules, safewords, all the things to make sure we’re looking after ourselves before we play.”
His nod is a bit more reluctant this time, but he gives it anyway. “I just…” he sighs and pushes his half-eaten meal next to my empty plate. I frown at it, thinking I’ll just have to make sure he eats his entire lunch before he continues speaking. “When I brought it up, you were kinda’ freaked out by it?”
