Sophie
I woke with a start, my breathing heavy. The room was dark, and I rolled over to see the other side of the bed was empty. I ran my hand over the sheets, but they were already cold, letting me know that Chase had been up for a while. I rolled over and stretched, my body aching in places I hadn't thought possible. My body relaxed into the mattress, and I thought back to last night.
After we had talked and cleared the air, and made up, we'd decided to catch a movie before bed. I'd changed while Chase made popcorn and found something on. When I walked into the living room, I was surprised to find a blanket sprawled out onto the floor in front of the TV, pillows thrown down and the fireplace on. I'd frowned at the mess on the floor and was about to ask what was going on when I heard the clink of two glasses. I turned to find a shirtless Chase standing holding two glasses and a bottle of wine.
"Thought we could curl up on the floor, watch a little TV," he said, setting the glasses down on the table and opening the bottle of wine. "Sound okay?"
"Sure, what did you want to watch?" I questioned, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. Before I had gotten far, Chase slipped the remote from my hand and replaced it with my wine glass and put the remote onto the dining room table.
"Come, sit down."
I looked at him questioningly but did as he asked anyways and relaxed back into the pile of pillows. Chase grabbed the blanket that sat on the back of the couch and spread it out over top of us, then he, too, sat back and relaxed. "We will watch this," he said, nodding to the TV.
I looked at the screen and giggled. "It's not even in English, and it has no subtitles. How on earth are we going to understand it?"
Chase shrugged and lay down beside me. "Well, the remote is over on the table, so I guess we will have to make do."
"You are crazy," I said, kicking the blanket off me before trying to stand up, but Chase grabbed my arm stopping me and pulled me down beside him.
"Perhaps, perhaps not." He leaned in and kissed me.
An hour later, we both lay on our sides, Chase spooned up against me as we continued to watch this foreign film. I was about to ask him a question and jumped as I felt Chase grind into me. The ridge in his pants proved that he wasn't paying attention to the movie and wouldn't be able to answer what I was going to ask because he clearly only had one thing on his mind. His lips moved against the back of my neck, kissing me.
"Fuck, I want you," he murmured between kisses as he ground himself into me again. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth before rolling me over and attacking my lips. His kiss felt different this time. It was deeper and slower. His hands moved over my body, and his touch was different as well. It wasn't as firm and cold; instead it was softer, gentler, almost like a caress. When he pulled away from my lips and looked into my eyes, even his look was different. It was as if he were looking into my soul. I closed my eyes, kissing him back.
I remembered last night, how we had gone from making out to having sex on the floor in front of the fire. Afterwards, he had carried me back to the bedroom where we had made love until the wee hours of the morning. It had been the most perfect night, I thought to myself as I lie in the warmth of my blankets, but then reality kicked in, and I looked around the bedroom.
"Sophie, you are imagining things," I said aloud to myself. We hadn't made love. After all, you have to be in love to make it, don't you?
I thought back to his tender touch and kiss and how he slowly drove himself into me, and I squeezed my legs together, my center throbbing and driving me crazy. I tried to chase the thoughts of last night through my mind, but it did little good. I closed my eyes and dipped my fingers between my legs, running them through my soaked center, my other hand traveling up to my bare breast, pinching, and rolling my nipple between my fingers. I could feel my orgasm building, and I tipped my head back.
"There is always something so fucking sexy about watching a woman get herself off."
I jumped at the deep voice and pulled the blanket up around my neck and glanced toward the door of my bedroom. Chase stood there leaning against the doorway. He was dressed in light-colored jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his muscles. He held a glass of juice in one hand and a small pink bag in the other.
"I...oh my God..." I sank down and pulled the blankets over my head. If I had ever wanted to die, now was the time. Not only had he been watching me, but the images going through my mind were of him.
I heard Chase start to chuckle, and then felt the side of the bed dip down and hands prying the covers off my head.
"I didn't think you were here," I mumbled, still trying to hide my face.
"Well, I wasn't, but I certainly am now."
"Yeah I see that. My God. I want to die. I am so embarrassed."
"Fuck, I'm not. That was damn hot."
My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I was sure Chase could hear it. I was also glad I was lying down because I thought I might pass out. Trying to calm myself down, I then heard the rustle of that little bag he had been holding.
"Which leads me to this," he stated, his voice deep.
I opened my eyes and watched as Chase pulled a little box out of that pink bag and opened it.
"What is that?"
"Just a little something I picked up for you." He smiled and held up a small pink object.
I could feel my cheeks heating as he held it out for me to take. "Take it," he urged.
I shook my head, but he pulled my hand forward and set it in my palm. "What is it?"
"It's a vibrator."
"This is a vibrator?"
"Yes, you wear it on your finger and press it against your clit."
I rolled it around in my hand, the heat in my cheeks still present as he watched me. I didn't know what to say or do for that matter. Did he want me to try it now, when I was alone, or while we were having sex?
"Did you want to try it?" he asked, placing his finger under my chin and lifting my head so I could meet his eyes.
I instantly shook my head no. I'd had enough embarrassment for one day. I couldn't possibly let him watch any more.
"Why not?"
I shrugged. Instead of waiting for me to take the lead, he slipped his hand into mine and flicked the vibrator on. It tickled the palm of my hand. I sat there looking down at this little toy when he took my hand in his. “You’re curious, I can tell.” He gripped my hand and pulled my hand down between my legs. "Lay back. Let’s have some fun," he whispered.