Connections Part 2
Connections Part 2
He's here. He can sense me. Even through the magic bracelet, he can feel me. He wasn't even near me like before, but could still feel me.
He can understand me. I feel his sympathy and genuine compassion. There is lust, but it's tucked away and controlled. Right now, it's not about passion or need; it's about comfort and understanding. I told him my whole past, something I haven't ever told anyone. He accepts me all of me. He doesn't fear my darkness. He doesn't refuse my touch. Most importantly, he doesn't force my affection either.
There is just an intimacy between us that I've never felt.
I like his touch. I want closeness, but I also want more. I slip the bracelet off and put it on the table beside the sofa. “I want to know what you're thinking, and you to know what I am too. I want to be fully present.”
“Emma…” Even the way he says my name is laced with so much emotion.
“I'm sure.” His lips connect with mine. The kiss burns, pleasantly, igniting embers of desire I have never felt. Our lips part as our tongues collide. I pull myself onto his lap as his hands tunnel in my hair. He tugs gently to deepen our kiss.
He's fully present, too. All of his doubts are gone just as mine are. This feels not just right but perfect. His hands move to my hips and ass as he stands with me wrapped around him. Our kiss never breaks as he gently lays me on the bed.
His arms cage me in as he pulls back to look into my eyes, “Be mine tonight.”
“I was yours the moment we met.”
Chase smiles. “No doubts?”
I smile back. “No doubts.”
“Good because I have never felt this,” he admits.
“Me neither.” His lips found mine again. My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him into me more. He's so warm like a weighted electric blanket. It just feels amazing.
He leans up and pulls off his shirt before leaning back down and kissing me. His lips find my earlobe and neck as they start to travel lower. He unbuttons my shirt one button at a time, kissing the newly exposed skin each time. I crave more of his kisses. I crave more of him. I shimmy out of my shirt and undo my bra. I throw them to the floor. I sit up and kiss Chase as my hands roam his chest and down to his pants. His hands tunnel in my hair and caress my shoulders before finding their way to my breasts. He gently squeezes them as I unbutton his jeans and pull down his fly. My hand slips inside his underwear.
I feel him quiver under my touch. He's so smooth and so very hard. I pull down his pants and underwear. I push him onto his back as I yank his bottoms off and throw them to the floor along with his shoes. Then I do something that I have never done willingly. I settle between his legs and bend down. I roll my eyes up at him as I take his length into my mouth.
He can hear my thoughts. He knows this is something that was forced on me, that I never did willingly until now...until him. I slowly suck him and taste him as I bob on his cock. I look into his eyes. I see appreciation for me. I see tenderness. I see love. I also see animalistic want and need.
He reaches down and strokes my hair. He gently grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up to him. He looks me in the eyes and says, “Thank you for being mine.”
“Yours,” I purr. He hums as he kisses me. It's deep and extremely passionate. Waves of heat course through my body. I'm pulsing with heat, desire, and what must be love. Love is the one thing that I've never felt until now. He rolls me onto my back as we kiss. He trails kisses down my body, taking time to lightly suck each nipple as he gazes into my eyes. He's making sure that I'm comfortable and that I want this. Oh, how do I want this?