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“Baby, now; I want to feel you shake on the head of my cock, cum,” he urges, and I can no longer hold back racked with spasm after spasm. He finally pulls out of me, watching me intently as his fingers explore the soft hairs between my legs, exposing my now pulsing clit. “I love feeling you shake at the end of my tongue,” he says, kissing the most intimate part of my body, pulling the plug at the same time. The feeling is exquisite, and as he begins to suck slightly harder I feel my body start to build again. “Chase, I can’t cum again, Honey,” I moan.
He doesn’t reply but instead pushes the plug in a little deeper at the same time he sucks my captured clit even harder. My body responds of its own accord, shamelessly pushing against his tongue. “That’s it, Baby, right on the edge; exactly where I want you,” he says, gathering me in his arms as he positions me so that I am straddling his lap. “Those panties make me want to feel my cock deep in your ass. I’m going to remove the plug; when I do, lower yourself onto my cock. You’ll be in control of how deep or fast you wish to go,” he instructs, leaning back against the large mahogany headrest as he strokes me with his fingers. It is not long before I feel myself begin to build again and push against the feel of his hands between my legs. “You’re so hot and wet. Are you ready, Katarina?” he murmurs.
“I am so ready, Honey,” I say, arching against him.
“Go as slow as you want, Baby,” he says, releasing the plug and lifting me over the top of his body. His hand is on my hips and waist, guiding me as I lower myself onto him, feeling a slight pressure as I pass the widest part of his girth.
“Hold there, Baby. Just feel me inside of you, and let your body adjust. We’re in no hurry,” he says before capturing my lips with his own.
I am too turned on to speak. I want to feel him all the way inside of me. His eyes are deep and mesmerizing, glazed over with the same passion that I feel.
“Baby, you are almost there… Katarina,” he urges, stroking my clit. I moan under his touch, and his eyes are deep stormy seas of desire which makes me lust to please him. I lower myself onto his body and am rewarded with a groan of pleasure.
“Oh, Baby, you have no idea how good that feels,” he says, grasping my hips with his free hand. “Slow, Katarina, stay right there for a few moments and get used to the feel. Now, push down slightly,” he says, guiding me until he is firmly rooted.
I moan as I acclimate to the feel of him deep inside of me, gently rocking against his finger. I gain as he helps me raise and lower over the top of him. It is intense, and I am unable to continue going slow.
“Good girl, Baby,” he says, helping guide my hips as I lower my body faster and deeper. The sound of his voice pushes me over the edge, and I am unable to control the climax that overtakes me, trembling around him as he releases deep inside of me.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest. My body is still full of adrenaline from the intensity, and I slump against him sated and exhausted. “You never cease to amaze me Katarina,” he says, kissing my lips while he pushes the strands of hair that have fallen across my face behind my ear.
He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom and starts the shower. The water is warm, and he begins to soap my body. “So beautiful, Baby,” he says, kissing my lips as he changes the direction of the shower to rain over the top of me. I relish in the feel for a few minutes while he makes quick order of showering before we get out. I dry off and slip into my robe, brush my teeth and squeal as he scoops me up from behind and carries me back to bed slipping in beside me.
“How was that for you, Katarina?” he asks, pulling me into his arms.
“It was hot; I didn’t expect it to feel so good. I was nervous that you wouldn’t fit,” I admit blushing.
He kisses my lips long and firmly, pushing the hair out of my eyes. “I fit perfectly. I was made for you, Baby,” he says, kissing me again.
“I love you,” I murmur and as sleep takes over I vaguely hear him talking, but can’t quite make out the words.
I wake and turn over to cuddle up to Chase and realize he’s already gone. It’s Sunday morning at seven a.m. He runs on such small amounts of sleep. I think it was well after one a.m. before we drifted off. I slip into my running clothes determined to get a long run in by the lake before breakfast. Damn, I forgot to text Jay last night to let him know.
Message:Jay – forgot to text you last night. Ok for a run?
Reply:We’re set. Chase thought you might feel like a jog.
Message:Thank you!!
Chase is working on his Mac when I find him sitting at the desk overlooking the city. “I do believe it’s Sunday and according to some control freak I know, we are not supposed to be working on Sundays.”
He looks mildly amused at my joke. “I see you’re ready for a run this morning,” he says.
“I forgot to text Jay last night, but he mentioned that you made them aware.”
“I did, I assumed you may want to run before we head back to the house. It’s a beautiful day; I thought we could take the sailboat out for a while once we get home.”
“Sounds amazing,” I reply, kissing him before I leave. He seems a little quiet and distant. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
CHAPTER TEN
The lakeside parkis just starting to wake up with people out walking their dogs, strolling along the lake or running. I hit my playlist and settle into my jog wondering what could be bothering Chase. He was in good spirits last night, and he’s not a moody person. I get my breathing down and an hour later slow to a walk where all the vendors are setting up at the entrance to the park. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon pastries wafts through the air. I stop by Charlie’s and order black coffee for Chase, a Hazelnut Americano for myself and two pastries to go. As I pay for my purchases, I catch a glimpse of Sheldon by the corner and when I turn around Dereck is in line behind me. He doesn’t order but instead follows me as I make my way back to the towers. I greet the doorman and Sheldon pushes the elevator button for me, holding the door for Dereck.
“Is something going on?” I ask as the elevators close.
“We’re really not at liberty to discuss security details, Kate. Maybe talk to Chase,” he offers apologetically, opening the condo door since my hands are full. I find Chase right where I left him working at the table. Sheldon and Dereck discreetly disappear, and I notice there is a newspaper on the table turned to the Chicago Social Column.
“I stopped and got you a coffee and pastry on the way back,” I say.
