Chapter Twenty-Four - I have never felt anything like it

Chloe

I take a moment to pull myself together and try to calm my nerves as Blake is away getting protection. I am so nervous about having sex with him, but I know there is no need to be. He won’t hurt or force me. He will still, if I ask. I am not used to a man caring for me, and all of the new with him is overwhelming.

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. I hear him come back, and I turn to watch him as he approaches and smiles. He is so damn handsome and sexy; I can barely handle it sometimes.

Blake smiles and rejoins me on the floor.

“Are you sure you are ready for this?” He asks softly.

I reach for his jogger and use them to bring him over the top of me. I take his lips in mine and push down his joggers. Those things should give him his answer.

“Yes,” I mumble into the kiss.

Blake kneels between my thighs, and my eyes fall straight onto his hardened length. I moan when I see the size and girth. He isn’t too big but above average—the perfect size, in my opinion.

I snatch the condom from his hand and tear it open with my teeth. I roll it onto his excitement. He groans and shudders under my touch.

“Was I taking too long, beautiful?” he chuckles.

“Yes. Now, please get down here and take me.” I demand.

Blake smirks, “Yes, ma’am.”

I pull him on top of me and claim his lips once more. I snake my legs around him and roll up against him. Any nerves I have seemed to be gone and replaced with eagerness and horniness.

Blake teases me with the tip, “Blake, please.” I whimper.

He holds one of my thighs in his hand and slides the tip in. A small gasp comes from my lips, and he pushes in further, filling me up, and I moan loudly. He groans as I wrap around him.

“Fuck, you feel good. Tight.” he breathes out.

I cling to him as he starts to move into me. Slow and deep. I cry out, and my head falls back. He feels so damn good inside me. Blake dips his head down, kissing my neck, and moves his hands to my breasts, massaging them as he works into me.

“Fuck, Blake, that feels good.” I cry out and run my nails down his back.

I wasn’t used to other parts of my body getting attention during sex. Only thing I am used to is rough sex, with my needs not even being thought about.

Blake’s lips come down on mine once more, and he thrusts a little harder, but not roughly. My lips parted from his, my head falling back again as the pleasure soars through me.

“Yes, just like that, baby,” I whimper and grind my hips to his.

Blake groans when I do. He fills me up so damn well. I reach up and place my lips at his ear, “I want to ride.” I purr and bite on his neck.

I put my hands on his chest and used all my strength to push him onto his back. I swiftly climb on top of him and take him back inside. Blake groans loudly and grips my hips.

I took a second to enjoy the feeling of him buried deep inside because it felt incredible. I place my hands on his chest and begin to rock my hips.

“Yes,” I moan and close my eyes.

I start slow, savouring it, but then pick up speed.

“Fuck, yes, baby, so good.” He grunts and swats my ass.

I cry out and start to circle my hips. I find the perfect rhythm, back and forth, to swirling my hips.

“Blake, you fill me up so good, baby,” I gasp and pick up my speed.

He thrusts up into me and hits my sweet spot. I squeal, and he hits it again, one, two more times, and it is enough to cause my entire body to shake.

“Yes, right there. Christ, I am close.” I pant.

Blake pulls my body down on his and flips us back over. I snake my legs around him, and he pins my hands to the floor with his and presses back in.

“Give it to be hard, Blake, please. Finish me off,” I beg.

Blake gives me what I want. He rails into me quickly and roughly. My nails dig into his hand, and my walls clench around his length. He buries his face in my neck, pushing deeper.

Pleasure shot through my entire body as my orgasm dominates. My back arches, my head falls back, and I become slightly lightheaded, his name coming from my lips in a scream before I erupt around him.

I become entirely undone below him.

“Blake, come for me, baby. I need you to come.” I whimper.

He lets go of my hands and brings one of my legs over his shoulder—the depth stirring a second orgasm in me.

“Fuck, Chloe, I am close, baby. I need you to hold on for me just a minute longer.” he pants.

I nod, and he aims for his end. Blakes manages a few more thrusts, and I feel his length swell. He curses and pants my name. My second orgasm rips through me with force, and it is enough to bring him over the edge. We came together, which made everything feel even more incredible. We ride through our highs together and reach a stop.

Blake puts my leg back down and falls against my chest. We lie there, breathing heavily and sweating. He nuzzles my neck with his face. I stroke his hair.

“Wow, it was incredible, Blake. I forget sex could be pleasurable.” I whisper.

I can’t remember the last time I had enjoyed sex. What happened with us was for both of us, not just one.

“Yes, it really was. Sex should always be pleasurable, sweetheart.” He says softly and kisses me.

He rolls next to me, and I snuggle into him, resting my head on his chest.

“I know, but it hasn’t been for me for a long time.” I sigh.

“Chloe, I am sorry that bastard put you through so much. You deserve the world, beautiful, and I plan on giving it to you,” he whispers and kisses the top of my head.

“You are amazing, Blake. A good man, and I am lucky to have found you.” I reply and kiss over his chest.

“I got you, angel. Always.” He promises.

I believe him because he has already shown me. I don’t ever want to lose the way he makes me feel. Cared for. Appreciated. Protected. Things I have never had until him. I just hope he sticks around because if not, it will destroy me.