North of Normal

Chapter Forty Four

Chase's eyes darkened as he saw Polly right where he'd always imagined her: sprawled across his bed, tangling in his quilts.  His groin tightened as he watched her flash him a sweet, sexy smile, even as she toed off her shoes and socks and crawled up towards the pillows and flopped back against them. "Come here," she said, her voice husky.

He didn't hesitate, instead removing his own shoes and socks, and shucking off his flannel shirt. Polly hissed in appreciation at his tanned chest, and reached up to grab his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

He slid on to the bed next to her, pressing his body against hers, flattening her into the pillows as he kissed the breath out of her. "You're wearing too many clothes," he whispered, and she laughed softly, tugging her own shirt off and tossing it aside.

He breathed at the sight of her pale skin, relishing the warmth of her body. Quickly, he dragged down one of the cups of her lacy bra, baring her nipple. She exhaled sharply when he tugged it into his mouth, suckling her with his wet mouth. He repeated the same move on the other nipple before she grew impatient and removed her bra in one deft move, baring them both to his gaze.

He watched, eyes hooded, as she wriggled out of her jeans, leaving her bare but for tiny, lacy panties. She smiled like the Cheshire cat as she lay back on the pillows, watching him. He stood and hurriedly unzipped his own jeans and tossed them, and his boxers, across the room, making Polly laugh at his haste to get back into the bed beside her.

"See something you like?" she asked in a teasing tone, and his grinned wolfishly at her, leaning over to  gently bite a nipple even as his hand dove lower, sliding under her panties. She gasped at his touch on her core, and it was his turn to tease.

"Feel something you like?" he echoed, and she chuckled, even as she raised her hips to meet his searching fingertip.

"God, yes, don't stop," she begged, as his fingers explored her slippery skin, teasing, rubbing, then sliding inside her, first one finger, then another. 

The continued to play, taking their time getting to know each other's bodies, and what made the other gasp in delight. Polly grasped his length, sliding her fist up and down before lowering her mouth to engulf him, making him rock his hips, thrusting into her soft, wet mouth.

"Jesus, woman, you'll be the death of me," he rasped after a minute, and she smiled up at him before laying back again. 

He fumbled into the bedside table for a condom, sheathed himself, then met her eyes one last time for confirmation before sliding home - making sure she wanted this as much as he did.

Polly's answering smile was warm, wicked, and ready, and he grasped his length, seeking her entrance and thrusting home in one long stroke.

She arched her back on a murmured "oh my GOD," while he grunted at the warm, slick feel of her body. They began to move together in unison, as though they had made love hundreds of times. Chase delighted in making her breath hitch, and she loved watching his eyes go dark when she touched her own breasts to further inflame him. 

The rhythm became faster between them, their breathing turning to panting, until Chase knew he was close. "Come for me, Pols..." he murmured against her ear, thrusting deeply. "Come with me," he ordered, his voice steely.

She met his gaze, and with a final thrust from him, tumbled over the edge into oblivion on a scream. Chase followed her a moment later, his body shaking as he collapsed on top of her. 

He rolled to the side after a long moment, disposing of the condom and gathering her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her damp temple. "Jesus, woman," he breathed with a smile.

"Who rocked who back, hrm?" Polly asked in a teasing tone, snuggling against his chest.

"Let's call it a tie," Chase said, still trying to catch his breath.

As their bodies cooled and the room became quiet again, they both shared the same thought: this is what love is supposed to feel like.