Hey guys! Sorry for the delay but i had to prep for a test that I had at my school today. Sunday morning exams suck! Anyway, here's the next installment. The beginning is a scene from the past and the second half is a scene from the present. Hope u guys are enjoying...We're winding down to the end of this fic. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings! xoxo
Outdoor Sex
Past
"I hate you!" Blair shouted as she grabbed her jacket, slipped on her sandals, stood up from their beach blanket and began to scurry away.
"I fucking hate you too!" Chuck shouted back hurrying to his feet and staring out at his wife running away from the romantic picnic he had prepared for them. The tiny woman, with her tiny feet, was actually kind of fast and was starting to put quite a big distance between them. "Blair! Blair! Where the hell do you think you're going?" Chuck shouted as he began to give chase to her.
They were in Jamaica. On a almost deserted beach at nine o'clock at night.
"Away from you!" Blair flipped over her shoulder, sneaking a peek behind her and finding Chuck only a few feet away from her. She quickened her pace and willed herself to keep moving forward. Yes she was moving away from their bonfire and it was dark out, but she knew the direction from which they came and she doubted it would be very hard to find the beach house they had rented for the weekend. "Stop following me you son-of-a-bitch!"
"You know...I'm getting tired of you calling me that!" Chuck shouted as he closed the gap between them and grabbed her by her arm, flipping her around and pressing her against himself. "And I just planned a nice picnic for us and you have to start with your bullshit!"
"Excuse me?" Blair asked incredulously and annoyed at Chuck's language. "My concern over our marriage is bullshit?! I'm so glad to know you feel that way about our ridiculous excuse for a marriage," Blair growled out harshly as she squirmed between his hands in an attempt to free herself from his firm grip.
"You know that's not how I meant it. I just wanted to enjoy our short time together and not have to argue with you about all these mundane details," Chuck spoke quietly in hopes of soothing Blair's flaring temper. Chuck ran his fingers up Blair's neck and cradled her head in his hands. "Baby, come on. Let's not fight. Let's enjoy our weekend together. Alone. For once," Chuck coaxed, kneading the muscles at the back of her neck and loosening the tension she had.
"Mm. You know, you just can't use your magic hands whenever you mess up," Blair murmured dreamily as Chuck's erotic massage began to overcome her senses.
Chuck smiled as he planted a soft kiss on her nose, "You know that's exactly what I can do and you love me for it."
"I don't love you," Blair retorted softly. "I already told you. I hate you."
Chuck stopped the movement of his hands, causing Blair to open her eyes and look up at him. "Yeah, you did. I hate you too."
And he kissed her then.
A soft, slow, deep, passionate kiss.
It curled her toes and made her heart stop. The warm Jamaica breeze caressed her skin and made her sigh blissfully. The double assault of the night air and Chuck's warmth made it difficult for Blair to think straight, much less realize that Chuck was beginning to remove her summer dress, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. He pulled away then and stared down at her. The silvery light from the moon highlighted her skin and making her sexier than he'd ever seen her before.
"God Blair...I fucking love you," Chuck groaned as he watched, almost entranced, as the moon cast its shadows across her skin.
Blair felt her cheeks warm as she closed the small gap Chuck had put between them and reached up to wrap her hands around his neck and capture his mouth with her own.
This time there was nothing soft or delicate about their kiss. It was hard, fast and demanding. Blair tugged on his hair and pressed herself tighter against him, rubbing herself sensually against Chuck's growing arousal.
"Make love to me," Blair whispered against his ear, trailing soft kisses along his jaw until she recaptured his mouth with hers. "Please," she spoke against his lips.
Chuck moaned deep in his throat, pulling away from her once again and removing his shorts and polo shirt quickly. "Shit, Blair. We're out in the open," he said, momentarily realizing how exposed they were.
Catching sight of a small pier a few feet away, he grabbed Blair's hand and their clothing and ran over to where they would be concealed. As soon as they found themselves behind the pillars of the pier, he pressed Blair against the most obscured pillar and attacked her body with his hands.
Blair responded hungrily, reaching between them and removing her thong and his boxers. "Baby..." she groaned, desperate for Chuck to claim her body and put out the fire that threatened to consume her. Chuck chuckled deeply as he pulled on her hair in order to suck and nibble on her neck.
He had her panting and desperate. Begging, moaning and pouting at her unfulfilled desires. She was crying out and grasping at his arms, his hair, his back. "Charles Bartholomew Bass, if you don't make love to me right now...!"
"You want me to make love to you?" Chuck asked softly as his hands slipped between them and lightly stroked her wet heat.
Blair moaned and buckled her hips toward his retreating hand. "Yes!"
"With my hand?" Chuck asked as he again reached out and barely inserted his fingers into her.
"Mm," Blair groaned. "No..."
Chuck smiled as he brought his mouth against hers. "I think I know what you want me to fuck you with."
Blair nodded desperately, invading his mouth with her tongue in a silent plea.
And he thrust into her then. Pounding against her hungrily with no sign of slowing down. He thrust into her over and over, until her wetness was flowing down both their thighs, until she was screaming and moaning into the night, until she scratched and grabbed on to every inch of his back, until he was afraid he might pass out from the exertion of their movements.
He allowed her to come four times before he slowed his pace and made love to her gently. He stared deep into her eyes as he moved his body slowly, gaging her every reaction as he thrust deeply into her body. "I'm gonna fill you with come ," Chuck moaned out as he felt his cock touch the base of her uterus.
Blair gasped out, the shock of his words hitting her just as her orgasm began to wash over her. "Yes. Yes. Yes!"
And he poured inside her then, the liquid heat of their lovemaking sliding down their bodies..
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Present
"Chuck...you've gotta stop," Blair breathed uneasily across his mouth, the pressure of his lips, the strokes of his tongue and the familiar scent of scotch and rough male too much for her senses to handle.
"I know. I should. I have to. But I don't want to," Chuck sighed against her cheek as his hands roamed over every curve of her body. He gripped and grabbed at her waist, hips, butt and the slid his hands higher until he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and swayed her gently against him.
"Chuck..." Blair whispered, her voice barely audible. This, that exact moment, felt perfect. It felt as if she were right where she needed to be. It felt so right to be in his arms again, to have him hold her and touch her and caress her. To have him tell her he loved her. To have him fight for her. She missed him. As much as she hated to admit it, even if just to herself, she missed him. She missed his touch, his kiss, his body, his warmth, his scent. She missed his love. Because no matter how many years had transpired, she had never found anyone to make her feel the way he did. When Chuck told her he loved her, she knew it was true. She knew that he truly loved her, loved her passionately, fully, whole, complete. He loved her with every fiber of his being. The same way she loved him.
Blair's eyes widened then and she froze in his arms.
She loved him. Still. Always had. Always would.
She loved him. After four years apart. After a horrible year of marriage. After everything that had happened between them, she still loved him.
No no no! This is all wrong, Blair! What in the world is wrong with you?
"Blair?" Chuck asked as he ceased the gentle swaying motion he had picked up. He felt her stiffen in his arms and knew something had immediately changed. There was a shift in the air around them. "Blair...what's wrong?"
Blair pulled away from him then and began pacing the room. "Chuck...I...I...don't know what to say..."
"What happened?" Chuck asked in confusion. Blair's eyes had widened like a deer caught in the headlights and she was frantically pacing the bedroom.
"What are we doing? You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be telling me all these things. Asking for all these things. We're suppose to be getting divorced. That's the way things are suppose to go. That's the plan. You should leave. Now," she spoke hurriedly, looking around nervously. She was trying to find a way out and away from him.
"Blair!" Chuck rushed to her side as he saw her ready to kneel before the vanity that the key was behind. "Wait. This is a plan. Since when? And why do things have to go one way and that's it? Things change. Why are you so set on this? Why are you trying to force it?" Chuck asked just as frantically as she had.
"I'm not forcing anything. You and I haven't been together for over four years. We're not married. We haven't lived like a married couple in ages. This is the next logical step, Chuck," Blair responded nervously as she attempted to tug away from his touch.
"The next logical step is for you to stop avoiding talking about this and actually doing it. Talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling. I know I'm not the only one feeling something right now," Chuck spoke softly. He knew her nerves were frail and that she would bolt any second.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't," Blair murmured softly as she shook her head.
"Why? Is it because you actually are feeling something?" Chuck asked with an edge of excitement to his voice.
"Chuck. You've gotta go."
"I'm not leaving. I know you still care about me. Just talk to me..."
A/N: Next up...Position of the Week Sex!
