34: You belong to me

Chase

I never intended for tonight to be anything more than a quiet evening with Lena and our friends, wrapped in the comfort of her presence while we still have time. And maybe, just maybe, I will be able to control myself, keep my feelings in check and remain content with that after all that has been revealed tonight. That should be enough… but to hear her speak so casually, as if she’s just an ordinary woman, as though she doesn’t possess incredible beauty, as though her intelligence that astounds me with every word is nonexistent, it frustrates me more than I can bear. It’s infuriating to think about the men she’s surrounded by, those who have allowed her to believe that she’s anything less than extraordinary, those who have made her feel small and unimportant, as though her worth could ever be measured by the superficial judgments of those idiots. She is so much more than that. She is everything. She is the most captivating, brilliant, and remarkable woman to ever cross my path, and it aches to see her minimize herself. I crave the chance to understand the depths of her soul, to discover the parts of her that only those she truly trusts ever get to see. I yearn to know every little thing about her: what makes her laugh, what moves her, what dreams she holds close to her heart. And if I’m being honest, as much as I try to push it aside, there’s a part of me that dares to say it… I want to love her. To love her the way she deserves. I want to remind her of the magnitude of who she is, in my eyes at least.

I lean against the bathroom sink and observe as she undresses slowly. Her fragile hands gently lifting the fabric of her shirt, pulling it over her head to reveal a delicate, black lace bra. Each small, shy movement captures my attention, hypnotizing me as if she was dangling a locket before my eyes, and she doesn’t seem to notice the way my eyes follow her every step. Her gaze seizes mine as she unzips her denim shorts, a timid smirk spreading across her lips as she allows them to fall from her hips to the porcelain floor. Her fingers linger on the straps of her matching thong as she takes a deep breath, and I can’t help but feel a silent admiration for her, for the way her silky skin glows under the faint light. Why am I stuck in place when she’s right in front of me, when I’ve been waiting for this moment to unfold all day? I methodically move towards her, making sure she’s comfortable with me closing the distance. I press my forehead against hers and she kisses my lips as I guide my hands to her back, unclasping her bra. I caress her shoulders and leave kisses along the fine lines of her collarbone before I lower myself, sliding my hands into the straps of her thong. Her body shudders as I kiss her hips, removing the last piece of clothing hiding her glorious body, laying her bare before me. “Get in the shower, Lena.” I whisper up while opening the glass door behind her, releasing a burst of steam from inside. She nods, her beautiful ass swaying as she makes her way into the center of the shower, standing in the middle of the downpour, her frizzy curls drooping as she becomes soaked. 

Her eyes close and she smooths her fingers through her hair as I remove my clothes, all the patience in my bones evaporating as if it were a whisper on the wind. I step inside the shower behind her, the hot water streaming over our skin, warming and fusing our bodies together. “Touch me, Chase.” She whispers as she reclines back on my shoulder, my hands immediately gliding up and down every crevice of her souse body. I’m unable to control my cock from swelling when she presses her ass more roughly against my hips, a candied sigh escaping her lips as I fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples. These intimate moments we share feel nothing short of heavenly, drenching me in tenderness that I never expected to experience so soon. With each passing second, I find myself drawn deeper and deeper into the enchanting pull of my infatuation with her, a woman I’ve known for only three days. I lean down and suck her neck, my hands wiggling between her thighs to massage her clit. She grabs my chin, embracing my cheek as she plants her lips on mine; my fingers slick with her arousal and the water enveloping us. Still, this is not enough. I gently press my palm against her shoulder, spinning her around and guiding her toward the wall. The rough texture of the stone presses into her back as she reluctantly meets the humid surface. Her breath hitches slightly, her chest rising and falling as she adjusts to the sudden change in position. Her eyes flicker to mine, her pupils fully dilated, lips slightly parted as I kneel before her, like a loyal knight honoring his precious queen.

I nudge her thighs apart, placing one of her slender, polished legs on my shoulder as I press my lips against the succulent flesh of her waist. Like a mad man, driven by starvation and impulse, I spread her inner folds with my fingers and sup on her pussy with no more hesitation, drinking in the delicious nectar flowing from her center. Her nails claw at my shoulders, my hair, anything she can get her hands on as I ravish her, her alluring moans echoing with the sound of sloshing water. I hum against her clit as my fingers connect with her inner walls, propelling them in and out of her femininity, in and out of where I want to immerse myself crazily into. “Eyes on me, little dove,” I mutter before twisting and pushing upwards, directly onto the tiny nub resting inside her body, her hooded eyes gazing down at me while I suck on her swollen clit. “Oh my god Chase! It’s… it’s too much!” she shivers, breaking our eye contact to lean her head back as her whimpers grow louder and more sharp. But it’s not too much, doesn’t she get that? She deserves to feel the depth of how much I truly care, to experience a kind of euphoria that reminds her of how special she is. I want to be the one who makes her feel that way, always, every day if possible. I pummel her relentlessly, in and out until her pussy clamps down around my fingers, vibrating rapidly, confirming her exploding pleasure. I slow my pace before pulling out, pressing my lips against her pelvis once more before rising to my feet, and turning her to face the wall she’s been against.

“We’re not done yet,” I murmur into her ear while licking the lobe, moving fluidly to the back of her neck while she whines. I choke my dick several times before I poke, then slip into her saturated opening; one hand clutching her hip, the other raising her leg against the wall. Symphonies could be written and masterpieces created from the magic it is to be one with this woman, from the purity of her cries, the way her supple body melds with mine. “You’ve put a spell on me,” I say as I fuck her more intensely, clasping my hand tighter around her thigh as I move the other from her waist, to her breasts, her hair, finally stopping to grasp her hand in mine. “You’re everything I’ve ever searched for in a woman, Lena. I can’t... I won’t.... be without you.” I whisper with a huff between her gorgeous vocalizations, turning her head to the side so I can see the tantalizing expression on her face.

“Tell me,” I say gruffly as my pace increases, the slapping of our bodies becoming even more aggressive and desperate. “Tell me you’re mine; that these lips, your body, your soul… I want to hear you say it’s mine.” Her head falls back on my shoulder, and I leave violent kisses on her face as I wreck her insides, the tip of my cock grazing her cervix with each, fervent thrust. "Oh my god, Chase!" She screams, her sweet pussy pulsing around my dick, signaling her climax is near. I’m not far behind, but I need to get her there first! I grab her neck and lock eyes with this angel before me. “Lena, I asked you a question... Can I... have you? Are you mine?” Before she can answer, she explodes, crying out with shut eyes as she squirms and twitches around and against me. I slam my hand on the shower tile and follow suit, filling her being entirely with cum, my hips gyrating raggedly as I join her in relief. We breathe erratically with one another for a moment, before her soft hand finds my cheek. “I’m yours, Chase,” she whispers, her balmy breath warm against my skin, leaving kisses along the line of my jaw. “I’m all yours,” she says while releasing a slow exhale, as if letting go of every doubt that lingered before. The shift in her expression is immediate, exuding a focus that commands attention as her rich, chestnut eyes reach mine. A tired smile curls at her lips as she opens them to speak once more... “but you, Chase... that means that you belong to me too.”