Chapter 295: Lace
*Never thought I’d say these words to my mother. Thank you for buying lingerie. – Chance*
Chance walked out of the bathroom and found Rye in the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. She looked so innocent like that. He had to remind himself that despite everything that she had been through, she was still very innocent.
“Are you shy?” he asked, approaching the bed. “I love you in my t-shirts.”
She blushed but never took her eyes off him. He chuckled softly as he pulled back the comforter. Suddenly, he was choking on his laughter as lavender lace came into view. Pulling the teal and pink gloral blanket off her, he sucked in a deep breath.
“Ryanne.” He sighed out. “I don’t have the strength to walk away-”
“I don’t want you to.” She whispered. “I want you to… fuck me.”
“No.” he whispered back as he settled into the bed next to her. Caressing her cheek, he smiled at her. “I’m going to make love to you.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Fucking is just to get off. Making love involves all of you, heart, mind and soul along with the body. It’s about pleasure and emotion as well as the orgasm.”
All nerves left her as she turned her head and kissed his palm. His lips barely pressed against her exposed neck as he placed light kisses on a trail to her shoulder.
Her breath caught as he dragged the tip of his tongue along the thin straps from her shoulder to her breast. Chance moved to take her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue through the thin lace.
“Breath, duchess.”
Rye took a shaky breath as she buried her hand in his hair. He covered her body with his and kissed his way to her mouth. He nipped her lips and kissed her before holding himself above her.
“Are you sure that you’re ready for this?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.” She smiled and then nipped at his lips as he often did to her. “I want you.”
He growled at her as he slid down to tease her other breast. Chance pulled the cup of the baby doll down and sucked her breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple.
“Chance.” Rye panted and he lifted his eyes to hers. “I… I don’t know… what to do…”
He released her breast and kissed her nipple before blowing on the damp skin. “What do you want to do?”
“I….”
He moved up her body and captured her mouth with his. Taking her with him, he rolled to his back.
“I’m yours to do with as you please.” He murmured against her lips and let his hands fall to their sides.
Rye sat up and straddled Chance. Looking up at her with her disheveled lingerie and exposed breast, he groaned. However much they both may enjoy this; he was going to suffer. And he would gladly suffer.
“Am I… doing something wrong?” She asked after he groaned.
“No.” he answered as he gently caressed her legs. “I’m just enjoying this lovely view. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
A blush crept up her body and across her face. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached up and untied the small string holding the lingerie together. Chance guided her hands to cup her breasts. She massaged them under his fingers.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, but….”
“Tell me, duchess.” He encouraged her.
“I really liked your mouth.” She mumbled.
“Me too.” He said sitting up licking the nipple peaking between her fingers. She started to move her hand away and he looked up at her. “Tell me what you like. We’ll discover it together.”
“This.” Rye said as she guided his mouth back to her breast.
He moved between the two breasts, sucking, nipping, and blowing cold air. Tipping his head back, he demanded that she kiss him. As they kissed, he rolled them to her back. Holding himself above her, he crawled down her body.
“I haven’t done this in a long time.” He admitted as he pulled the matching lace panties off her.
Settling between her now spread legs, he looked at her virgin pussy. It was untouched by anyone else. Chance kept his eyes locked on hers as he spread apart her hair covered lips.
Rye gasped when his tongue flicked her hood. Then he sucked it into his mouth causing her to arch up as she clutched his hair.
“Oh, God!”
“Hang on, duchess, we’re just getting started.” Chance said before dipping his tongue inside her.
“Chance!” She cried out as he drove her to her first orgasm.
Her body was trembling, and a tear trickled down her hair as he moved back up her body. Chance pulled her into his arms and lay on his side.
“Breath, duchess.” He reminded her as he kissed her temple. She took a deep shaky breath. “Are you okay?”
Rye nodded and pressed in closer to him.
“We can stop-.”
She kissed him to let him know that she did not want to stop. No matter how wonderful she felt, and at that moment, it was very wonderful, she wanted him inside her.
“If you want to stop, or if I hurt you, tell me.” Chance told her gently and she nodded.
Keeping her tucked against him, he guided her leg over his thigh. Then he reached between her legs and began to tease her with his fingers. First strictly on the outside. Then he dipped a finger in, slowly pushing in a little further. She was already on the verge of a second orgasm, and he barely had a single finger inside her.
Although it seemed to take forever, he finally got three fingers inside her. Turning his wrist, he scraped his fingers across her hidden spot inside. His thumb put pressure on her clit and pushed her to an orgasm.
This time as she came back down, she remembered to breathe on her own. Rye lay in his embrace, holding him to her as little trimmers coursed through her. Chance kissed her shoulder before removing his hand and pushing himself slightly off her. She whimpered at the loss of his fingers and their magic touch.
“Last chance to change your mind. After this, there is no going back. You’re mine. Completely.”
“I’m already yours.” She smiled at him.
“And I’m yours.” He said, leaning in to kiss her.
As they exchanged kisses, he moved them both around so that he was between her legs again. He broke the kiss and leaned back on his heels. He took in the innocent beauty and the wanton lover that was his wife. No other man had ever seen what he was looking at. No other man had ever touched her as he had.
And none ever would.
Chance slid off the edge of the bed and took his pajama pants off. Leaving them on the floor, he crawled back on the bed and between her legs. Lining himself up with her entrance, he began to slowly push into her.
Rye whimpered at the discomfort of his large shaft entering her for the first time. With barely more than the head inside, he paused. When she nodded, he pushed further into her.
“Ryanne?” Chance whispered.
“Yeah?” She asked looking up at him.
“I love you.” He said as he took her virginity.
She gasped in surprise as mild pain radiated out from her core. He began to move slowly inside her. Pulling back and sliding a little further inside. It was not long before the pain was replaced by pleasure.
Holding himself in check, Chance continued to move slowly. She began to pant and moan, moving with him. He began to move a little faster and she wrapped her legs around his waist. With the new angle he thrust in deep and fully.
“Duchess.” He pleaded.
“Yes!” She screamed as her whole body shook and her walls clamped down around him. With a few final jerky thrusts, he joined her in bliss.
Chance rolled to his back with Rye firmly held to his chest. They both lay there in a dazed after glow. An occasional tremor shook her body. He reached out for the comforter but couldn’t find it.
“Are you cold?” he murmured against her hair.
“A little.” She admitted.
Shifting them, Chance pulled out of her and sat up looking for the blanket. He grabbed what little bit was still on the bed. Laying back down he pulled her back to him and covered them up. Rye kissed his chest before closing her eyes and going to sleep.
