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"Took you long enough," Blair greeted Chuck in their suite in nothing but a pair of Louboutin stilettos on her feet. He sent a silent thank you to the heavens that he hadn't thought to invite his team in to continue on with their celebration. After the deal was signed, everyone wanted to go out for a celebratory drink, he'd felt obligated in join them.
"Had I known what was waiting for me, I would have been in a much bigger hurry," he told her as he dropped his briefcase to the floor and pulled her towards him.
"What part of 'our own little celebration' was unclear?" she inquired as she batted her eyelashes as she collapsed against him.
"I had to buy my team a drink," he explained, "They deserved it. Then I sent them home."
"How are we getting home then?" she pouted. She had been looking forward to an extended flight on the Bass jet. She hated flying commercial now that she had been so thoroughly spoiled by his private jet.
"Not to worry, Beautiful," he kissed her pouting lips softly. He knew exactly what she was pouting about. In truth, he wanted her to enjoy the comforts of the Bass jet. It always worked out to his benefit, "We get the Bass jet. I rented another jet for the rest of my team. I certainly wasn't going to deny myself a chance to add a few more points in the Mile High Club."
"I love how your mind works," she proclaimed as she played with his collar.
"How about we cash in a few of those points here on the ground," he suggested as he lifted her into his arms and deposited her onto the bed after he took the few required steps.
"You're reading my mind," she told him as she began working with him to strip off his clothes.
Chuck pulled away momentarily to remove the last remnants of clothes while his eyes racked her body. She shifted slightly under his intense stare as she smiled at him with a hint of shyness. Her self-consciousness about her appearance at the moment was a little disconcerting. How could she doubt how beautiful he thought she was, especially after their fifteen months together?
Chuck climbed over top of her, resting all his weight against her, reveling in the feeling of her skin against his. Her body arched against him to feel him more fully.
"Can we talk about something, Blair?" he asked softly.
Blair studied his eyes for a few moments. He seemed nervously. She nodded her head.
"You know I love you, and I love making love to you," he began after a deep breath.
"I do," she confirmed.
"We have such an amazing sex life, it is rare that I have to take matters into my own hands, but there are times that I do . . . these past few days are a perfect example," he continued on. Her eyes looked at him curiously. "Do you ever touch yourself?"
"That is an inappropriate question," she exclaimed as she tried to shove him away without success. Her entire body seemed to turn crimson, but he wasn't sure if it was in anger or embarrassment.
"Answer my questions," he requested gently as he guided her eyes back to his after she turned away from his gaze.
"Why would you even ask such a thing?" she snapped, her body becoming more flush with each moment this discussion continued.
"I want to know," he told her.
"Would it bother you if I did?" she inquired as she eyed him skeptically.
"No," he shook his head, "It would actually bother me if you said you didn't."
"Why would that bother you?" she asked.
"Because I'd know you are lying," he replied.
"Then I won't lie to you," she told him. She also wasn't going to admit the truth. She merely refused to answer the question.
"Could I watch as you touched yourself?" he asked gently. He knew he was pressing his luck. She'd never agree to this. It was more likely that she would storm into the bathroom and lock herself in until he promised to never bring the subject up again. He could not stop himself from hoping that she'd agree. He wanted her to trust him completely, and sharing such a private moment with him would be a gigantic step for them.
"You want to watch me," she repeated in disbelief. He nodded his head before he kissed her softly.
"If it's too embarrassing, I can do it first," he offered.
"I don't like it when you touch yourself," she pouted as she reminded him of the previous discussions they'd had on this topic.
"And why is that?" he inquired as he lightly stroked her cheek.
"Because it makes me feel inadequate," she told him, "Like I'm not fulfilling your needs."
"You are delusion if you believe that to be true," he told her sincerely. "You fulfill all my needs."
"Then why do you need to touch yourself?" she pressed.
"I touch myself when you can't," he explained, "I get these overwhelming urges to have you sometimes, and it's unrealistic for you to be around me twenty-four hours a day, and that is what it would take."
"How often do you do it?" she inquired.
"Once a month," he shrugged. He wasn't sure if that was the real answer, but it sounded reasonable. "This past week, a little more, but you were talking me through that."
She blushed in embarrassment.
"Okay," she stated suddenly.
"Okay?" he prompted her. He didn't understand what she was agreeing to.
"You can watch me," she added as her nervousness came through in her voice as she spoke, "On one condition."
"Anything," he assured her.
"You can never tease me about this," she demanded.
"I would never," he replied.
"And you cannot tell anyone about this," she added.
"Our little secret," he responded as he ran an imaginary zipper across his lips.
"And you cannot think any less of me for this," she threw in for good measure.
"I couldn't possibly," he agreed as he rolled off her then, giving her a reassuring smile when she took a nervous breath.
She looked into his eyes to see all of his love staring back at her. That gave her the necessary courage to move forward.
"Do you want a play by play? Or would you like to just watch?" she inquired.
"I want whatever you're most comfortable with," he assured her as he propped his head up with his hand and let his eyes drift across her body.
She nodded and took another shaky breath as her hands found her breasts and began rubbing them softly and slowly as her fingers worked her nipples into tight peaks. Chuck felt himself react, but kept his eyes firmly focused on her.
"When I do touch myself," she spoke, startling him slightly with her words as he was so entranced by the vision before him, "I'm also fantasizing about you, so don't be surprised if I moan your name."
"That's good information to have," he replied as he chuckled a little in amusement as she kept stroking her breasts.
She closed her eyes suddenly and allowed her hands to drift down her torso to her belly, stroking her skin softly as her breathing began to shallow. Closing her eyes had helped calm her nerves. She could feel his intense stare, but it wasn't as intimidating when she couldn't see his lustful eyes. Her strokes were soft and deliberate.
Chuck's fingers dug into the comforter on the bed as her hand moved lower, to gently caress her mound. His fingers itched to touch her where she was touching herself, but he had asked for this so he had to allow her to follow through.
Blair's legs parted slightly as she ran her fingers down one lip and then up the other, her touch was whisper light, almost tickling. Her legs parted a little further as one finger disappeared between her lips, a soft moan escaped from her mouth as she felt how turned on she was.
"I'm so wet," she moaned as she opened her eyes briefly to connect with his.
"Let me see," he requested.
She consented as she opened her legs even further, allowing her glistening lips to be seen as her finger moved slowly inside. A second finger slowly disappeared inside her as she began stroking her clitoris urgently. Her hips rose off the bed in perfect rhythm with her finger's trusts.
Suddenly her other hand came down and parted her lips so he could see more. Her clitoris was enlarged as he had witnessed on many occasions as he touched and tasted her. Her thumb and forefinger pinched it gently, bringing out a cry of pleasure from her lips as she arched into her hand.
He knew that sound well. She was close. Her speed increased as she pumped herself to release. Her thumb was resting against her clitoris, but wasn't adding any stimulation. She obviously didn't need it as her fingers dipped in and then pulled out frantically, her hips meeting her hand thrust for thrust.
Her eyes opened suddenly as she cried out his name. "Chuck, please make this last. This never lasts when I do it."
Chuck fingers dove in quickly, as hers pulled away, as he drew out her orgasm for as long as he could.
"Oh, god!" she cried out as the last of the orgasm washed over her. Her lungs were rising and falling heavily as she tried to catch her breath. She'd never had that much pleasure on her own before. Chuck's fingers pulled out of her slowly, but he didn't stop touching her. His fingers began drawing lazy circles along her lower abdomen as his lips were caressing her pert breasts.
She had to give him credit, as he patiently waiting for her to recover before he moved over her again. She knew his erection was screaming for release, but he didn't force himself on her.
"That was an amazing sight to witness," he told her, "A million times better than any porn movie I've watched over the years."
"Want to know what's better than that," she spoke confidently, "You inside me, giving me another release."
Chuck took that as his cue as he climbed over her and lowered himself inside.
"Oh, god!" was his turn to cry out, "You feel . . ." He struggled to come up with a adequate description for how she felt. Amazing wasn't strong enough, even mind-blowing wasn't enough. All thought left him at that moment as her vaginal walls drew him in deeper as her release rocked her body.
"That was . . ." Blair struggled to finish her sentence as she came down from her peek. He had rolled off of her, but was snuggled against her body as he was on his side.
"I know, I can't describe it either," he added as he discovered she was having the same trouble he was.
"I know one thing," she told him as she rolled on her side so she was facing him with a brilliant smile on her face, "I'll never be able to touch myself again without thinking about this day."
"If I forced this on you, I'm so sorry," he replied as he gently caressed her shoulder.
"You never force anything on me," she assured him as she reached up to caress his cheek softly, her own scent lingered on her fingers which he inhaled deeply. "You push me beyond my boundaries in the best possible way. What I do, I do of my own free will. You give me a choice each time we try something new. I choose to do so because I trust you; I trust us."
"Your faith in us is remarkable," he marveled as he kissed the inside of her hand.
"My faith in you," she corrected him.
"We should get dressed," he suggested. She stuck out her lip in an irresistible pout. "We should get dressed so that we can head home, lock ourselves in the penthouse and spend the rest of your summer in each other's arms."
"As long as I'm in your arms, it will be heaven," Blair replied.
The End.
This wasn't exactly where I was going to end this, but my computer crashed and all that I had worked on after this has been lost. I was fortunate that I had this backed up. The ideas are still in my head, so I'll pick them up again as I've jotted them down, but first I'm going to continue on with one of the other stories that I've been itching to develop. I'm still not sure which one will come out first, but I'm leaning towards fixing the ending to last season.
Keep an eye out.