I Stand Before You (Judge Me Not #2)(85)

I look into my boy’s blues and hold his gaze as he moves inside my body, more slowly now, more deliberately. He mouths, “I love you.”

I say it back.

And with Chase loving me slow and easy we both come—together as one—in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.





Chapter Thirteen


Chase


I dream my girl has me in her mouth, and it feels so f*cking good that I don’t want it to stop. I wake up kind of groaning and quickly realize this is not a dream. Praise Jesus.

Shit, Kay’s lips wrapped around my cock may be the best thing I’ve ever felt. No, check that, this is second best. Nothing could top being inside her last night.

But…f*ck.

My girl does some swirling motion with her tongue, and I know I am not going to last much longer. Christ. I try to warn her, give her some time to move, but she stays right where she’s at, rocking right along with my increasingly erratic thrusts. When I explode, she takes everything I give her.

After I recover, I brush back her hair, since she’s still leaning over my cock. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I say.

She sits back, touches her mouth, and smiles shyly. Did she like it? Shit, I think so.

“I wanted to,” she replies with a shrug. “Although I’ve never before…uh…”

Sweet girl has just sucked my dick with abandon, but discussing it makes her blush. Could she be any cuter?

I chuckle and pull her back to my body. “Never what, baby?” I want to hear the word she’s reluctant to say come out of that warm, sweet mouth.

She presses her cheek to my chest and whispers, “Swallowed.”

It’s probably selfish and possessive as hell, but I’m secretly thrilled to hear she’s never done that for any other guy. Hopefully, I’ll remain her only. Guess that makes me territorial too, but it’s just how I feel. Besides, it’s not all one-sided here. I shared a first with Kay last night too, and I tell her now.

“Last night was the first time I ever did the deed without a condom.”

She glances up at me, a kind of surprised expression spreading over her features. “Really?” she asks.

I smile down at her while caressing her back. “Yes, really, and let me tell you, Kay, you felt amazing. Incredible.”

She places her chin on my chest. “Well, until last night, I’d never done it without a condom either.”

My territorial, thrilled-to-hear-this meter goes up another notch. And all of this is nice to know—important, of course—but not nearly as monumental as our most important shared first: neither of us has ever been in love before.

We talk about this now.

I guess it shouldn’t, but it surprises me to discover all these feelings are just as intense for Kay as they are for me. This love, so powerful and consuming, is so much bigger than the both of us. On this, we agree.

“You’re in my soul, Kay,” I confess.

My girl covers me with her naked body. She straddles my hips and leans down to place her hands on my cheeks. “God, I love you,” she tells me as she cups my face.

And then I spend the next few minutes reveling in the kisses she showers on my lips, along my jaw, and down my neck. My hands travel down to her ass as I lift my hips off the mattress and press my growing arousal against her sweet spot. I want Kay to feel all my need, all my want, all this crazy f*cking love I have for her. My girl presses back, slick and ready against me, letting me feel, in return, all her need, all her want, all the crazy f*cking love she has for me.

“Fuck, sweet girl.” I push up into her all the way, sheathing my cock. “Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?”

She nods against my neck. Even though I am deep, deep inside her, I remain perfectly still. “Say it, baby, tell me it feels good. I need to hear it. Make it real.”

“It is real,” she pants out. “It feels amazing, Chase. You feel amazing.”

She tries to grind down on my dick to create some friction, but I hold her as we are, just letting her feel me in her, as I feel her all around me. Fuck.

When I can’t take it any longer—this not moving shit—I flip us over, never leaving her. I begin to move slowly as I settle on top. I just want to love Kay easy right now; she’s probably a little sore from last night.

“You own me, sweet girl,” I whisper as I s-l-o-w-l-y pull out almost all the way.

She gasps and arches up to me, so I ease back in a little. “You own this,” I tell her.

And since she so f*cking does, when she keeps her hips raised, and slides herself down my length so that my cock impales her inch-by-agonizing-inch, I just savor the feel and let her do whatever the f*ck she wants. She circles her hips and f*cks me till she’s gasping and crying out my name. But when I see she’s about to tumble—she looks so damn close—I know I can’t let her fall until I tell her one more thing.

I place her hand over my heart and catch her gaze. While I am pushing inside her as fully as possible, I tell this woman I love so f*cking much what is more important than even our joined bodies. “Baby, you own my heart, and it’s yours forever.”




The morning is pretty well shot by the time Kay and I finally leave my bed. Both of us were so wrapped up in each other we forgot today is Sunday. And that means we forgot about Mass.