Pas de Trois

Chapter 9: "And where were you?"

Chloe pushed Slade onto his back and pulled her shirt off. Slade unhooked her bra, like he wasn't even pretending to want something other than what they were about to do. His fingers brushed over her nipples and moved right on.

He was holding her in such a way Chloe couldn't get her hands on him, not where she wanted, and it was maddening. She'd seen Slade in tights - thick ones, but they were still tights - and wanted the rest of the picture. But he was busy undressing her and she couldn't reach him. He took his shirt off but stopped there.

"I'm gonna need you to leave these on," Slade groaned when he'd stripped her down to her lace panties. "This is exactly how I imagined it would be."

"What else did you imagine?" Chloe didn't mean to laugh at him but the way he said it was kind of funny.

"Wait and see," Slade joked, winking and everything. "But I did picture you having a tattoo right here," he ran a finger over her hipbone.

"Of what?" Chloe almost shuddered in response to his touch.

"My name," Slade laughed. He bent down and nipped at the spot where he'd touched her. "I do like these though," he said, kissing her hip as he ran a finger under the waistband. He moved down a little lower and kissed her again, his breath taunting the skin under her panties.

"Good to know," Chloe closed her eyes as he drew a line with his thumb from her hip curving inward. She waited, sucking in a deep breath only to let it all out when his thumb slid to one side just before he reached the critical center.

"Uhuh," Slade teased. Chloe glared but that only made things worse. He was right there, he knew what it was doing to her to have him running his thumb along the seams where her legs connected and back up the other side. She could feel him breathing, deliberate in the way he opened his mouth to exhale into her.

What finally connected was not any of his fingers but instead his mouth. It wasn't enough, not at all, even when she pushed her hips against him.

"Okay, these need to go now," Chloe decided. Slade didn't move so she couldn't actually get her panties off. "Slade, come on."

"Mmm, fine," Slade said. He pulled away and yanked his pants down. "You're right, fuck going slow."

"Thank you," Chloe breathed when he went ahead and took off his tight boxers too.

"Only cause I know you're as ready as I am," Slade said, ripping open a condom. Chloe barely had a chance to smile before he was moving her legs apart.

Then she was wrapped in his arms again, getting another one of those kisses she loved. She felt the fullness of having him in her, connected with her, and it was nothing like she'd experienced before. Slade was right there and so much a part of her.

"Oh my god," Chloe moaned.

"You feel so good," Slade said. "Fuck, I've wanted this so long."

"Shh," Chloe didn't want to think that much about what they were doing. She wanted to stay right there with him and not fall into her thoughts and start worrying about what happened next.

"Hold on," Slade grabbed her and rolled them over so Chloe was on top. "Better?"

"It's good," Chloe said. She'd been happy before though.

"Oh," Slade grinned. "How about now?" he asked, his hand sliding between her legs. Chloe couldn't answer then. He'd gotten his hand right into place so with every move either of them made it sent another wave of pleasure straight through her.

"Fuck, Slade," Chloe swore. "You're gonna make me-"

"Yes! Let me see it," Slade begged. He moved faster and Chloe tried to hold on, squeezing her legs around him so she could get as much of him as she could.