"Love, Actually."
"Ohhhhh...I love that film!"
Veronica shimmies with excitement, rubbing the back of her shoulders against Chase's chest. Throughout the evening, she seemed to migrate close and closer to Chase, starting out in the opposite chair, facing the TV mounted over the fireplace, as they shared the large pizza on the coffee table between them.
Once the pizza was done and they started deciding on which Netflix movie to watch, she moved over to the end of the couch where he sat. As they debated the pros and cons to each movie in the queue, she began to slide closer and closer to him until she had her feet up stretched across the couch, Chase's robe still wrapped around her, her torso leaning back against his body.
At some point, she had reached out and took his hand, draping his arm across her chest, his hand resting casually on her shoulder, pulling him closer to her; and that's where it had stayed, in a comfortable embrace.
"Okay! We have consensus. 'Love, Actually' it is!" Chase exclaims, feeling slightly victorious.
"Yeah, no, we can't actually watch it." Veronica says, bursting his bubble. "It's not Christmas time – and that is most definitely a 'Christmas' movie."
With a defeated groan, Chase drops his head back, his arms flying out to either side of him in the air before falling to hang off the sides of the couch.
"I give up. We've been trying to choose a movie to watch for two hours! Do you realize that? Two. Hours. We could have watched an entire movie in that time."
Giggling, Veronica flips herself around onto her knees, adjusting her robe around her. Her hair dried hours ago and is now a soft crown of blond waves framing her smiling face.
"But look how much we learned about each other!"
She teases him, her hand coming up to rest on his bicep.
"I now know that your favourite movie is 'Return of the Jedi'; that you hate horror movies because Harrison let you watch 'Freddie's Dead' with him and his friends when you were ten years old; that the 'Red Wedding' in Game of Thrones made you queasy; and that 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' was your mother's favorite film, because Elizabeth Taylor is awesome and Paul Newman reminded her of your dad."
Lifting his head, Chase smiles warmly at Veronica; she did have a point. They had spent the last few hours learning all the things that couldn't be contained in a report; the things that made them really, truly tick.
"And I learned that your favorite movie is 'The Big Lebowski'; that your dad had to take you out of the theatre because you cried so hard at 'Bambi'; you had a big crush on Leonardo DeCaprio after 'Titanic'; and you binge watched 'Battlestar Galactica' over five days when you sprained your ankle on a case, a few years ago."
Her eyes twinkle with glee as she smiles back at him. "All true. Glad to know you were listening."
Reaching over to his outstretched hand, she takes the remote from him and turns, pointing it at the television. The Netflix screen disappears to black and she places the remote down next to the empty pizza box on the coffee table before turning towards him, leaning back on her heels.
"So...we've eaten. We've watched a movie...sort of..." she says slowly, her eyebrow arching as she licks her lips. "...I think there's only one more thing to cross off our list for tonight."
Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip, Chase tries to play cool, even though internally he's about to jump out of his skin. This is it. This is the moment...the moment they have been waiting for...teasing about...thinking about for weeks now.
"Oh? What's that?"
He replies coyly, but unable to fight the Cheshire grin that pulls across his face.
Rising on her knees, Veronica leans towards him, anchoring herself on the arms of the couch until she is nose to nose with him. Her beautiful blue eyes darken as she holds his gaze for a moment.
"Do I really have to say it?"
Her breath is warm across his lips as she hovers just in front of him as if waiting to see which one of them will flinch first. His hand rests lightly on her cheek, his thumb brushing her bottom lip softly.
"Yes. I want to hear you say it." Chase's voice is husky, thick with anticipation. "Tell me what you want, Veronica."
Her breath hitches and she closes her eyes for a moment, her face pressing into his palm, letting him gently cradle her.
"You," she answers quietly, opening her eyes to him. "I want you."
Chase's head bows towards her, meeting her forehead to his and he feels her tremble slightly in his grasp.
"If there's anything you don't want...any way that I touch you that you don't feel comfortable with...say 'stop' and I will stop. Immediately."
Nodding into his forehead, she closes her eyes again. "I will. I promise."
Brushing his lips against hers, Chase holds himself in check. It would be easy to lay her down and make love to her right here on the couch – but he doesn't want that – he wants to linger and enjoy the overwhelming sensation of being with her, intimately, for as long as he can tonight.
When she tries to catch his lips with hers, he holds back, only letting her get the softest kiss back. A little moan of displeasure rises from her throat as he brushes his lips against hers again and again. Growing bolder as he teases her, she shifts her body to straddle his lap, keeping her warm core hovering just over his hardening cock, teasing him back. When he finally keeps his lips stationary, she presses her lips against his in a deep, satisfying kiss. Chase's reward is her hips, lowering down to press against his groin. A low growl of appreciation resonates in the back of his throat as her fingers thread through the hair on the back of his head, keeping him locked in their passionate embrace.
As her hips roll against him, his mind begins plotting all the ways he wants to make love to her tonight. Sprawled across his bed. Standing in the shower. Stretched across his dining room table. He wants her in every way, in every room, on every surface in this house.
Sliding his hands between the collar of her robe and her skin, Veronica gasps in his mouth as Chase's hands find her soft breasts, her nipples hard against his palms. Cupping them gently, his thumbs pass over the sensitive peaks and she pulls away from their kiss, gasping again followed by a deep moan of pleasure. His eyes follow his hands down to her chest, taking in the gentle slope of her skin in his hands. Ducking his head down, he catches one nipple with a flick of his tongue and she mewls with satisfaction, arching her back to him. Raising her breast to his mouth, he takes her nipple between his lips, flicking the delecate nub back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Her tiny sounds take on a deeper tone as he continues to play with her breasts, and her hips begin to thrust against him in a harder, more defined rhythm. When he releases her, there is a momentary groan of annoyance with him before he takes the other nipple in his mouth and lavishes the same attention on it that he did it's twin.
"Chase." She murmmers through the sounds resonating in her throat. "Oh Chase, more. Please, more."
He stays attached to her breast, sucking and playing with her until her mewls turn to high keening and her hips begin to jerk in an uneaven way against him. Only then, before she can come, does he release her, as she gasps at the sudden loss of stimulation.
Quickly, he slides his hands under the robe, grasping her smooth naked bottom and stands, raising her up off his lap as she squeals, throwing her arms around his neck for support.
Kissing her nose, Chase smiles at her. "Don't worry. I've got you."
She places a soft peck on the tip of his nose and smiles. "Yeah. You do."
Hooking her heels just at the top of his buttocks, Veronica pulls herself tightly against him and he begins to move them slowly through the house and Chase can't help but think about all the places he could pause and make love to her along the way. As he walks, she continues to gently kiss his lips while they move. Reaching the bedroom, he pauses at the foot of his king size bed, closing his eyes and deepening their kiss, his tongue sweeping through her mouth in search of hers. She responds, flicking his tongue with the tip of her hers, teasing him for a second before sinking into his kiss, a contented hum of approval rising from her throat.
Chase lowers her, placing his knee on the bed as he guides her down onto the surface and Veronica releases her hold on him, letting herself fall gently onto her back, the top of her robe opening as her arms spread to the side. Lingering for a moment, Chase's gaze runs from her twinkling eyes, down her body before settling on the soft white mounds of her breasts. Her spray tan has faded slightly, giving her skin a porcelain-like appearance against the dark pink of her hard nipples.
Chase begins plotting, planning in his head the number of orgasms he wants to give her, and how. For the moment, it's not about his pleasure, it's about hers – although he has to admit that the idea of seeing her in the throes of ecstasy does give him a rush.
Jumping up on the bed just above her head, White Fang barks happily, as if he feels like he is somehow involved in their game. He licks Veronica's forhead and she giggles, reaching up to scratch his head.
"Oh no. You're not a part of this, Fang."
Leaning over Veronica, Chase scoops up the dog with one hand and tucks him under his arm, as Veronica give him a little wave of her hand.
"Bye buddy. See you in a few hours."
Standing, Chase takes White Fang's paw and waves back at Veronica before turning and marching out the bedroom door. His pace quickening, he makes his way to the kitchen, opening the cupboard over the fridge to pull out a container of green chew sticks. Dropping one on the floor, he sets the dog down next to it.
"Now, no barking or scratching at the door, or into the bathroom you go."
White Fang settles into enjoying his treat, grunting and growling and Chase quickly retreats back to the bedroom.
Turning the corner into the room, he pauses, his mouth dropping open slightly at the sight of Veronica lounging on his bed, propped up on her elbows behind her, a wicked beautiful smile across her face. She's opened the robe so her body is completely on view to him, the collar hanging down just off her shoulders, one leg stretched long down the bed, one propped slight up, holding her in place. His breath hitches as she slowly stretches her leg down, revealing her soft tuft of white curly hair to him nestled between her thighs.
"You're wearing far too many clothes," she teases, arching her eyebrow at him. "Unless of course you plan on just staring at me all night – which, you know, could be kind of fun too."
Giving his head a small shake, Chase chuckles, forcing his eyes to focus on her face for the moment. Closing the door to the bedroom with his foot, he pulls his t-shirt over his head, and drops it on the ground. Veronica's eyes widen and she licks her lips, as if getting ready to devour him.
"That's better," she cooes.
Slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, he bends, pulling his underwear and shorts down to the floor in one swift motion before standing up straight again.
Her breath hitches as her eyes fix firmly on his hard cock and she drags her teeth over her lips.
"Much better. I must say, General, you do keep yourself in very fine form."
Her voice is husky and strained and Chase can't help but be a little flattered by her reaction.
Placing one knee on the edge of the bed, he pauses, bending to kiss the tip of her perfectly pedicured pink toe. A little gasp escapes her as he moves up her body to kiss her ankle before gently continuing a path up the top of her calf. When he gets to her knee he slips his hand under her kneecap, stroking the delicate flesh, causing a moan of pleasure to rise from her. She wriggles in anticipation and he continues his trail up the top of her thigh. Pausing at the apex of her, he skims his lips just over her pubic hair – catching a faint hint of her beautiful sweet scent – before placing a kiss just at the top of the mound of wiry hair. When he continues his course up towards her navel, she lets out a little growl of discontent; knowing she was probably hoping he would stay between her legs a bit longer.
Carrying on his path he reaches the soft flesh just under one breast and he opens his mouth, running his tongue in the fold. Veronica gasps as he continues up to the top of her breast, flicking the tip of her nipple, causing her back to arch up towards him, seeking more.
"Chase." She whispers, her physical need starting to spill into her words. "Please. Please."
Raising his head Chase catches her lips with his, locking them together in a deep, passionate kiss. Veronica's hand grasps his bicep as he steadies his balance on the bed, her fingers gently gliding down the shaft of his hard cock. He moans deeply in her mouth, followed by a gasp as she wraps her fingers around him, her hand moving up and down his cock ever so slowly.
"Fuck," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment, his face contorting with pleasure, enjoying the waves of ecstasy rushing through him as she strokes him gently.
Easing herself away from Chase, Veronica lays on mattress, smiling up at him coyly as she continues to stroke his hardening cock.
"You may need to test me – just to make sure everything has…thawed."
The corner of his mouth twitches into a wide smile. He knows what she's asking for and he's more than happy to oblige.
Cupping her sex, she rises to meet his hand as he slips his long middle finger past her already wet folds, stroking up to find her swollen clit waiting for him. Her eyes widen and she gasps, followed by another deep moan as he begins to stroke her, applying the barest amount of pressure.
"Well, I take it that part of you is thawed." Chase whispers. "Let's see about the rest of you."
"Yes. Please...God Chase, please."
She tries to keep eye contact with him but is struggling and her eyes flutter as she focuses on the pleasure he is creating for her – her rhythmic stroking of his cock now becoming harder and more urgent. It's taking every ounce of concentration he has to keep focused on her and fight back any urge he has to come in her grasp.
Pressing the pad of his finger against her inner lips he hesitates and she bucks against him, drawing the tip of his digit into her. Slowly, he continues pressing his finger into her opening as a soft mewl of pleasure rises from her. She's soft and wet and all he can think about is having the chance to bury his cock deep inside her later. Feeling for the telltale spongy bump of her g-spot, he easily finds it, his strokes illiciting another series of passionate cries from her lips as she bucks against his hand.
"Please. Yes, Chase. Please. Please!"
Slipping away from her grasp, he slides himself down on the bed, his finger parting the soft white hair between her legs. For a moment, he stops, taking in the beautiful sight of her engorged clit, his finger disappearing past her lips inside of her, the blush of her sex as it pumps full of blood. The first lick his tongue across her clit makes her buck her hips into his face and he smiles, taking a deep inhale of her scent. Gently, he pulls back the flap of skin covering the most delicate region of her clit and begins flicking it with the tip of his tongue, back and forth quickly as she moves underneath him. Her cries of passion turn to tiny pleading mewls and her body tenses, waiting for release. He slides another finger inside of her tight opening stretching and moving her juices back and forth, filling the room with the sound of her wetness. The sweet smell of her makes him feel intoxicated and he wishes for the ability to taste her – imagining the salty slickness passing on his tongue.
"God. Oh God…Chase…Chase! Yes! Yes!"
Veronica's back arches as she screams out, her muscles contracting around his fingers as she comes, her clit throbbing against his tongue. Pausing, he lets her come down from her orgasm, enjoying the view of her from between her thighs. When the pulsing subsides, he kisses her clit gently before slowly dragging his fingers from her as she moans.
Grasping the covers he rises to meet Veronica's eyes, hovering just above her. She is blissfully disheveled as her hair falls across the bed, her skin glowing with perspiration. She raises her head, catching his lips in a wet, passionate kiss before releasing him. Giving his shoulders a push, she rises, maneuvering him onto his back with no argument from him.
"Now it's your turn, General."
She smiles down at him, tossing the robe fully off her body, kneeling near his torso.
"You call me General but I don't feel like I'm in charge," he says, brushing a lock of her hair from her face.
"You aren't."
Veronica winks at him, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, pumping it gently from the bottom all the way to the head.
Chase moans, letting his head fall back as she continues to stroke him steadily, keeping him hard, but no where close to coming. When her head dips down to wrap her lips around the head of his cock – sucking it gently – his groan of satisfaction fills the room.
Her wet mouth rides up and down his shaft, her grip on him tightening as he swells harder and harder and tiny shots of precum mix with her saliva. When her tongue swirls around the head as she rises, he closes his eyes, trying to keep himself from coming yet, his fists balling up the covers under him.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Veronica."
She continues, increasing her speed ever so slightly. His body tenses, shaking as he fights every urge he has to come right then and there. A subtle vibration begins around him and he realizes she is humming as she moves up and down on him and it's at that precise moment that he thinks if he doesn't come, he may lose his mind. He doesn't recognize the sounds rising from him, concentrating instead on the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
Without warning, she releases him and a deep gasp rises from his chest. Tossing one leg over his stomach, she mounts him, stretching her torso against his, her lips pressing to his. His fingers wind through her hair as his tongue dives into her mouth, slick and warm from being wrapped around him. He loves the weight of her body on his and he draws his fingers down her spine, pressing her down on him even more, continuing to kiss her passionately.
When she finally wriggles from his embrace, they are both panting and she smiles down at him, her beautiful face framed by her golden hair. She arches her back and he manages to lean up and catch her nipple in his mouth and she pauses, allowing him to suck her soft skin to a hard peak again as she moans with pleasure. Moving to the other breast, he lavishes the same attention on it as he rolls her hard nipple between his thumb and index finger gently keeping her arousal growing again. It's not until he hears the soft mewl that tells him her orgasm is building does he release her completely.
Pressing her palms to his chest, she rises away from him, sliding her warm core back towards his waiting cock. Reaching around herself, she wraps her fingers around his shaft, guiding the tip of him through her wet folds to hover pressed between her warm, inviting lips. Locking eyes with Chase, Veronica slides back, taking him partway inside her soft opening and they both gasp, eyes widening as they finally connect. She pauses for a moment and he feels the soft walls of her vagina stretch around his shaft.
Every muscle in his body tenses, trying not to thrust into her – letting her take control of how fast, how much, how deep she wants him.
Slowly, Veronica slides down him, consuming him inside her completely as she opens to him. When the tip of his cock presses against the muscular tissue if her cervix he moans loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he savours being so deep inside her.
Her hips begin to rock as a low keening rises in her chest and he easily slides through her wetness, the friction creating waves of ecstasy flowing through his body. As her tempo increases, so do her cries of passion, matched in tone and volume by the ones falling from his lips. Her hips begin to jerk, falling out of rhythm and he knows she is close to coming again.
Reaching between them, Chase slips his thumb into her folds to press against her clit and she screams ecstatically, moving faster against him.
"Oh God! Oh my God Chase! Yes! Yes!"
He closes his eyes, holding his own orgasm back until she comes again, his jaw twitching as his teeth clench, every muscle contracting in his body.
A loud groan of satisfaction fills the room as her orgasam pulses around Chase's cock, a warm rush of cum coating her already slick walls, as her muscles clamp down around him.
It's only then – watching her beautiful face relax and glow as she is consumed by pleasure – that he lets himself cum deep inside of her, his muscles releasing as his orgasam stretches over every fibre in his body.
For a moment in time they are fused together as one and he reaches up, stroking her cheek lovingly as she looks down on him from above, her eyes bright and glassy, a peaceful smile spread across her face.
And he knows. He can read it on her face and in her eyes.
She loves him.
Even if she can never say the words, he knows in his heart that she loves him just as he loves her, deeply and profoundly in a way he has never felt before.
With a deep sigh she moves, lowering herself to kiss him tenderly as he slips out of her. Both of them groan as they release, disappointed with the loss of connection.
"I was kind of hoping you could stay in me all night." She whispers, her nose brushing playfully against his.
His hand rests on her naked buttocks and he sighs.
"Give me thirty minutes to regroup and I can try to make that happen." Chase replies giving her a light peck on the lips.
Veronica smiles, tossing her hair to one side and gathering it to make a pillow under her head as she rests on his shoulder, still straddling his torso. His skin prickles as it presses against her sticky flesh and he relishes the closeness between them now. Chase kisses the top of her head, smoothing some of her stray hairs down with his free hand.
"Well, you know…two orgasms in a night is a record for me." Veronica confides quietly. "It may be kind of interesting to see how many we can rack up."
"Or…" he begins, continuing to stroke her hair. "You just give me a number to shoot for and I do my damndest to hit the target."
Glancing up at him, she moves her hand to his chest, resting her chin on top as she smiles a big, dimpled grin.
"How very general-like of you General."
Taking his hand off her behind, he salutes her quickly.
"General Orgasms, at your service m'am."
The snort of laugher from Veronica turns into a high nose-wrinkling giggle as her body shakes with laughter on top of his. Chase joins in, unable to control himself.
"Oh my gosh, I'm never going to be able to hear anyone call you General again!" She says, gasping for breath.
Wrapping his arms around her, Chase sits up, taking her with him so she ends up straddling his lap as her giggles continue.
"So we have my nickname down. What about yours?" Taking her palm in his hand, he kisses it gently and her laughter subsides. "Beast is out. But I feel that Beauty is still in the running."
"Nicknames are passé. We need a cool couple name like Benifer or TomKat." Her eyes twinkle with mischief. "Ver-Che or Gra-Mars!"
Chase rolls his eyes, adjusting her on his lap so she's hovering over his flaccid cock – just close enough so he can feel the heat of her against him.
"Okay, for one...both Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez and Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes broke up. And for two…no. Just…no."
Scooting them to the end of the bed, Chase lifts her in his arms as he stands and her legs lock around him again.
"I think we should table this discussion until after a shower. And at least two more orgasms."
He kisses her nose before carrying her to the door, pausing before he opens it.
"I thought you needed thirty minutes," Veronica coos, quirking her eyebrow at him.
Ducking down, he kisses her neck gently before raising his head back in line with hers.
"I'm sure we can figure out some creative way to pass the time in the shower until then."
Brushing her nose against his, she lets out a contented sigh.
"I'm sure we can."
Opening the door to the bedroom, Chase carries her across the house towards the master bathroom, his mind humming with possibilities.
