Billionaire's Black Runaway Love (BWWM Romance) (7 page)

Emily’s mouth parted wide in a gasp and Chace pushed into her wetness. Her knees buckled, but he caught her easily. Moments later, she felt the giving softness of the sofa underneath her as Chace placed her on her back.

His body instantly covered hers as he first crushed her lips with his, kissing her hotly. Then he moved his lips over the apple of her cheeks to her neck, biting into her flesh there. Emily arched her back, head flung to the side as Chace found her nipple through the lace of her cup. He bit there, too, right through the fabric then tongued it wet.

Emily’s hands reached over her head to grasp any kind of purchase to keep her from grabbing for Chace’s hair and pulling hard at the roots like she wanted to. Oh God. His mouth there was so good, even with the barrier of the lace. The texturing made it all the more sensual and arousing. She whimpered his name.

It was then that he edged even lower, his face positioning between her spread thighs. Emily’s deep moan escaped before she could stop it, as his tongue began sliding up and down her swollen folds. Then he stabbed that skillful tongue starkly at the bud he had trapped in his mouth.

Emily cried out unintelligibly. The pleasure was too intense, but she couldn’t escape from it if she tried. Not when Chace wrapped his arms round her legs, snatching hips from under her and lifting her till only her shoulders stayed on the sofa. Then he plunged deep into her core with his hungry tongue, ruthlessly making a feast of her from inside out. He was sucking, nibbling, and darting in and out of her. With just his mouth, Chace had Emily screaming with ecstasy, her fingers clawing at the headrest she was gripping.

He nuzzled her as he swirled her clit insistently within his mouth. Emily stared at him wide-eyed, just as Chace looked up to witness her disintegration. With their eyes locked, he brought her to a stomach-clenching orgasm. Emily could only manage a strangled series of gasps as she came and came on his beautiful face.

Shuddering and groaning, Emily felt Chace switch to fluttering strokes all over her sensitive vulva, lapping at her drizzling droplets. She bucked and strained against his arms as she exploded again. “Chace! You…”

Whatever curse she could have thought up for him making her cum this bad and hard was erased beneath her blissful screams. Chace laughed as he moved his head from side to side, increasing the pressure of her gushing vulva. Emily rode the ever climbing wave for at least a minute before she went limp.

Slowly, Chace lowered her till her full length lay back on the sofa, releasing her legs while still lapping at the evidence of her total ownage by his mastery. Then he eased back up her quivering body and sought her lips. With him on top, Emily got to feel his powerful weight partly held off her, even as she took note of his impressive package throbbing stiff and hard against her lower belly.

Tasting herself on his lips, Emily shared his deep groan, lashing her tongue with his. Her post orgasm high still misted her brain and it was impossible to focus on anything but Chace, his kiss, and the unique taste swirling from his tongue to hers, titillating her to more groans and sighs.

Chace lifted up to stare into her face and Emily’s cheeks went hot. The next moment, she felt him slip a finger into her. Then she felt another.
Oh, shit
. Both fingers joined within her to work in and out in a steady mounting motion. Her soaked walls suctioned his fingers eagerly and a renewed urgency overtook Emily’s daze.

“Don’t move,” Chace said, his voice deliciously hoarse. He still had his eyes pinned to hers, and Emily had to consciously still her wriggling. As his fingers thrust continuously, his thumb was busy strumming and rolling her clit. Emily’s walls worked and gripped at those knowing fingers, drawing out a thickly muttered “fuck
”
from Chace. 

“I’m going to come again,” Emily warned on a panting breath. The fact he never tore his eyes from her face was taking her past the last threshold of control.

“Good.”

His tone spelled singular satisfaction, as if to tell her he enjoyed making her unravel. Emily’s arms found their way around Chace’s broad shoulders. The motion of his fingers became relentless, showing no mercy. Her thigh muscles went rigid and then she torpedoed through the roof.

When Emily came back to her senses, she was naked on a bed with soft, deliciously clean scented sheets. Her eyes darted round to finally notice Chace right by the bed. He was naked and beautiful. Emily’s gaze was drawn to his face where his eyes were dark with a mix of hunger and desire. She couldn’t remember seeing that height of intensity ever directed at her and it scared yet thrilled her.

“Chace?” Emily could hear the fragile wonder in her voice, knowing her arms itched to reach out for him, but feared something inside herself – something wary of giving away more than she wanted Chace to see. Such as how much she needed him and all he could offer not just physically but emotionally. But Emily daren’t ask for more than Chace was willing to give.

So she lay there trembling, still on fire from his onslaught on the sofa. He must have carried her in here and undressed her then himself. Emily let her gaze sink lower, past his broad chest and washboard abs to his groin. She swallowed, feverishly hungry to stroke and caress his beautifully large, stiff member.

Something on her face must have reached into him, causing him to bite off a curse and join her on the king-sized bed. His hands gripped her wrists and spread them out on either side in a T. He kept them pinned there while scanning her face and body. Emily’s breasts rose and fell with each tortured breath she took. Her hard nubs grazed his chest as he eased over her, heat on heat.

“I’ll take care of you,” Chace said. Did he feel her shivering and wanted to reassure her? Or did his words hold deeper promise? Much as she’d vowed not to wish for any of that, Emily’s heart soared and dipped happily. “Trust me, beautiful.”

He’d laced their fingers, while he kneed her legs wider apart and settled himself between her quivering thighs. His hard thickness ground against her soaking sex. Emily’s innermost walls shook with need, hunger, and emptiness. Her sudden wail was muffled by his kiss as the friction of his maleness was felt most at her clit region.

Here it was again, that swirling storm overtaking her brain. It took just moment for Emily to cave against it all. The pressure on her nerve cells was too finely combed to be ignored. A sudden cascade of ecstasy rushed through her and down her thighs in a flood. Chace’s lips never left hers and neither did he let go of her wrists, feeling her body lurch in unwavering climax.

Emily was barely even conscious anymore. Yet she couldn’t help but feel Chace nip on her lips before sliding down her neck to tease her breasts with his nibbles and sucks. Emily drifted back down to herself and hummed.
Feels so good
.

“I know, baby,” rasped Chace, making Emily realize she’d said the words aloud. Her eyes flew open to seek his.

“That’s it, beautiful. Focus on me. Don’t think of looking away now.”

Emily couldn’t even if she’d wanted to. His eyes and face looked too gorgeous, too passionate for her to want to see anything else. “I want to touch you,” she whispered, finding her voice after what seemed an eternity. Her eyes pleaded up into his.

“Not yet.” Those ice-gray eyes gleamed. Emily’s skin heated up as she felt his mushroom cap nudge at her entrance. Then he plunged, Emily’s slit parting to accept him inside her as she gave a shrill cry. He stretched her exquisitely and her walls proved their jubilation in the way they leaked copiously around his invasive length.

Never had pleasure felt this good. At least with her legs she could wrap herself around him. She could feel his staff stroking her tortured walls, and she dug her heels into the muscled flesh of his ass. The last of her sanity floated round the rim of her brain.
Too much, too deep
. She couldn’t remember him being this big or forceful, with focused thrusts, reaching everywhere.

Her hands still imprisoned by Chace’s made Emily feel even more deliciously helpless. The strength of his will, the power in his rugged, demanding strokes, brought a delicate shiver to the base of her spine which slowly, insistently began to submerge her, washing over her in buckets.

Sobs of overload spilled from Emily’s lips while her body went nuts beneath his. Tormentor, master, lover – Chace was all that and more, drawing back from her twitching walls to sink back in with surging purpose. She caught his dark grin as she struggled and screamed before he swallowed her sounds with his kiss, his hips never breaking that relentless pace.

Emily readied to burst the surface of another orgasm, but Chace seemed to anticipate that eventually. The next moment, he released her wrists to tug her up with him, seating himself on the edge of the bed and positioning her to straddle his hips.

Emily gasped at this fuller, even more demanding accessibility now that she was on top. Now she had her hands free to run through his hair and grip his shoulders as she undulated her hips, her folds rocking against Chace’s length as she bobbed on her knees. Her clit rubbed on him as she rolled back and forth, dictating the speed and angle, loving it all the while. Chace sucked on her neck and groaned, his fingers digging into her waist.

They moved together, flesh slick and muscles straining. Each time he bottomed inside her as she impaled herself on him, the walls seemed to shake along with the bed. Emily couldn’t stop from bouncing on him faster and faster. Their lips merged, Emily’s nails raking Chace’s back. She became this fierce, untamed being seeking only that ultimate peak. Her lover swelled within her, stretching her even more.

“Oh, Chace! I’m…I…” Emily couldn’t seem to make sense of what she wanted to say. This spine-curling pleasure only he could give was beginning to blind her, making her lightheaded to boot. Clinging to his rippling shoulders, Emily finally succumbed to her most vivid orgasm yet, her whole frame jolting and fighting as her rear slapped up and down on Chace’s thighs. With a deep groan, his grip on her thighs kept her pinned down. But when Emily chose to bury her lips in his throat and bite him hard, Chace shed his last thread of discipline and speared in several thrusts as he spilled his come deep into the neck of her womb.

Moments passed with them fused tightly, Emily panting into his neck. His arms wrapped around her and Chace straightened up on his feet. Emily legs linked around Chace’s waist as he headed through a door...the shower. Emily soon heard falling water and Chace stood them beneath its warm drops.

Even though her every muscle felt numb from the innumerable orgasms and stretched muscles both within and without, she complied when Chace set her on her feet and proceeded to wash them both. He turned her gently round and soaped her back. Emily could have been adrift in space for all the presence of mind she had left, content to simply let Chace do his wish. He ensured they were both fully rinsed off, and then he wrapped Emily in a towel before lifting her easily into his arms again for bed.

Emily was a big girl and she knew it. So Chace lifting her round like a feather was certainly an admirable feat. Also, there was the way he made her feel: fragile and feminine, soothing her with that warm wash and now spreading her on cool, fresh sheets. Emily would wake up the next morning to realize she was in a different bedroom. She felt half-buried in luscious luxury from the huge pillows and lightweight, finely-threaded sheets and comforter.

The room itself was beautifully designed, with unmistakably feminine lines. Emily sat up on the pillows and wondered if Chace had really let her go to sleep alone in a strange, albeit gorgeous room. A frown darkened her brow as she wondered which of his ex-lovers had decorated this room or had it kept prepared for her whenever she visited.

Shoving aside that thought, she climbed out of the huge bed and felt grateful there was a bathroom en suite. She freshened up without glancing too much at her reflection. The tangled curls, the still flushed skin, and breasts heavy with satisfaction. Parts of her ached dully, but in a good way, reminding her of how pleasure had driven her to the edge of reason over and over again.

Emily looked around when she got back to the bedroom. She managed to have on an oversized shirt, possibly Chace’s, which he had worn for her last night as she slept. Deciding she couldn’t hole up in this bedroom forever, Emily finally walked out gingerly.

She followed the sound of Chace’s voice coming from what happened to be the kitchen. She padded in and found his profile to her, while he was busy chopping methodically at the vegetables placed on the board in front of him. There was a cellphone on the island close to him connected to some kind of flat-based charger platform.

Emily paused, watching his hands work methodically at dicing the veggies with a skill to make even a chef jealous. He was talking to someone named Jan about his upcoming trip. Realizing he’d mentioned going on one today, Emily felt her heart plummet, but schooled her thoughts as she advanced into the kitchen.

Chace sensed her presence just as he pressed the button to end the call. Gorgeous scents reached Emily from the pots simmering on the stove.

If this was a relationship, or something close to real, perhaps Emily would have circled round to hug Chace’s waist or reached up for his kiss. But what they had couldn’t be defined in either of those terms. They may have shared a night most married couples would only dream of having at least once in their matrimonial lives, but that was no cause to have her feeling all lovesome.

Chace wiped his hands and turned to her, brow arched. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Emily echoed.
Awkward
. She tried a smile while her eyes darted down to the ingredients spread out.

“You don’t have to cook me breakfast,” she said. “I’ll be fine with just coffee and toast.”

“I always cook breakfast. It’s nothing at all to make enough for two,” Chace said. His casual clothing, a white open-necked shirt and blue jeans, looked outrageously good on his fit physique. His hair had that sexy finger-mussed look she liked and with his slight stubble – he must have not taken time to shave – made him look even more rakish and sexy.