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  Macy walked into the kitchen and spun around once. "I could bake my little bottom off in a kitchen like this."

  I stepped in behind her and pulled her into my arms. "I hope not." I reached down, and through the fabric of her dress, I cupped her ass in my hands. "Otherwise baking in here is off limits because I have grown really fond of this ass." She threw her arms around my neck as I lifted her. "In fact, I've grown really fond of the whole damn package."

  I'd told myself to take it slow, but now that I had her all to myself for a day, I wasn't going to waste one damn minute. I carried her through the front room and down the hall to the bedroom. Trey had found the ornate wrought iron bed at an estate sale. The interior designer we hired had designed the room around it.

  I lowered Macy's feet to the floor. Once again, she walked to the window and pushed back the drapes. "There is an equally stunning view from this room, but I guess you knew that."

  I pulled open the drapes and opened the windows to let in the ocean breeze. "Best part about the view," I added, "is that the location of the house up on the ridge makes it impossible for people down below to see into the house. It's sort of like a one way window." I took her hand and turned her to face me. "Which means we could walk around naked all damn weekend if we were so inclined."

  Macy laughed at my choice of words. "Well, are we so inclined?"

  "Don't know." I pushed my mouth against hers and kissed her gently. "Why don't we start right now, and if it feels right, we'll just go with it." I kissed her again, and as I did, I reached around and unzipped her dress. I pushed the straps off her shoulders, and the dress dropped to her waist and to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

  I stepped back and looked at her. The ocean breeze drifting through the window made her hair dance around her shoulders. "Take off the bra and panties." I had only unzipped her dress, but my voice was already strained as I worked hard to hold myself back.

  Macy stepped out of the dress and kicked off her sandals. She reached back and unhooked her bra. She slid it off and dropped it on the floor next to her dress. Her nipples puckered instantly as my gaze swept down to her breasts. With a quick push, the panties fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them.

  She held out her arms and twirled around once. When she faced me again, she stopped and pointed at me. "You're next."

  I reached back and pulled off my t-shirt. I dropped my shorts, leaving only my boxer briefs, which were snug enough to leave no doubt about how her nakedness had affected me. I pushed down my underwear and my cock sprang free. She sucked in a breath and stared at my erection.

  She stepped forward and wrapped her fingers around it, exploring its length with her soft palm. My pulse surged. I tightened my fists, allowing her the time but needing badly to end my agony. I'd been wanting her so badly that it had been like suffering a never ending erection for days.

  Her thumb circled around the tip, spreading the pre-cum that her simple touch had already produced. She peered up at me, looking a little less sure than before. "This looks pretty daunting. Do you happen to have a beginner's size? A starter kit of sorts."

  I laughed. "I'm afraid this is it." I took hold of her wrist. "But if you continue this will be over before it has started and then, contrary to popular sentiment, 'size won't matter'.”

  I swept her into my arms. "I promise to be gentle." Of course, my body was pleading with me to be anything but gentle.

  Two weeks of tension had built up in my muscles, especially after tasting her and feeling every inch of her, but never getting to fuck her. I would have to restrain myself, but it wasn't going to be easy.

  I lowered her onto the bed. She smiled up at me. "Gentle but not too gentle. I'm a virgin, but I'm pretty sure nothing down there is breakable."

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Macy

  My heart sputtered like the wings of a hummingbird as I watched Chase roll the condom along his erection. I shouldn't have been surprised that it was magnificent, thick and glistening. It was Chase, after all. He was magnificent from head to toe. The size of his cock made me shudder both with some trepidation and with a thrill that warmed my entire body.

  Chase lowered himself down over me and nestled his legs between mine. I spread my thighs farther to accommodate him and gasped when the hard length of his cock rested against the mound of my pussy. He leaned on his elbows and took my face in his hands as he kissed me. It started with soft, soothing kisses. Slowly, his tongue slipped deeper and I parted my lips farther. Just seeing him naked and gloriously erect had begun a pool of moisture in my pussy, and his kisses only made me wetter.

  He shifted and I was sure this was it. I'd imagined it so many times and had heard so many accounts of the first time being a painful disappointment. I had mentally prepared myself for that. I shut my eyes and waited.

  Chase caught my comical display of cowardice. I felt his lips curl as he smiled against my mouth. "Macy, relax. Besides, with the way I've been thinking about this night and day, it feels like my first time too."

  I giggled. "Said the notorious playboy, Chase England."

  He lifted his face and stared down at me with a lift of his brow.

  "Really, have you ever Googled your name?"

  "I try to avoid it." He lowered his mouth to mine again. "Now focus." He rolled onto his side. "And by focus, I mean right here between your legs." His fingers pushed between the folds of my pussy, and he groaned appreciatively when he felt the hot moisture. "See, darlin', that's what I call focus."

  His thumb rubbed my clit, a nub of flesh that I had never considered much but that I now realized was very close to the center of the universe in a woman's body, and Chase knew how to rule that universe with just a flick of his thumb.

  Instantly, his touch made my pussy clench in jealousy. It needed attention too. I closed my eyes and a moan followed. I tightened my bottom and pushed my hips higher, pleading with Chase. He complied. He slid his finger deep inside of me and used my clit to charge up the sensations that were now overwhelming my pussy. Each second brought me closer to climax.

  I opened my eyes, his eyes were glazed with passion. "But, Chase, I thought you were going to—"

  "Shh, concentrate my pure little sugar coated angel. I want you to come first. It's not easy the first time, and I don't want you to miss out."

  Seconds later, my head pushed back into the pillow and my body arched to absorb the hot vibrations that shuddered through my pussy and body. Before I could catch my breath, Chase's hard long body covered me. Again, he took my face in his hands and he kissed me lightly. My pussy still trembled with pleasure as the wide, fleshy tip of his cock ran along the folds and then gently pushed inside of me. It felt as if every muscle in Chase's body was tight with tension. That was when I understood what was happening. He was holding himself back, absorbing the agony all on his own, trying hard not to overwhelm me.

  "Chase," I whispered, "I'm not breakable. I want this. I want you."

  He lifted his mouth from mine and gazed down at my face, analyzing my reaction as he penetrated me inch by inch. God, he was huge. It seemed I would be stretched to capacity, and the idea of that, of Chase filling every inch of me, caused me to mewl in pleasure.

  Chase stopped. "Did I hurt you?"

  I couldn't help but smile. I curled my arm around his neck and brought his face down to mine. "Quite the opposite. I'm glad I didn't go with the beginner's kit. The advanced kit is working out just fine." I held him tightly with my arms as he pushed inside. A tiny sharp pain made me flinch but then it was just pure satisfaction. The emotional and physical charge I felt from knowing that our bodies were locked together in the most natural erotic connection on earth made me understand that I hadn't just been missing out on the fun of intimate pleasure. I had been missing out on that emotionally fulfilling connection too. But then would I have even had a connection with Trevor? I somehow doubted it.

  I placed my feet on the mattress to bring up my knees. Chase pushed one hand beneath my bot
tom, holding me firmly as he pumped his cock inside of me. Tender rippling waves, left behind by my orgasm, seemed to renew themselves as Chase filled me again and again.

  "Fuck, Macy, you're so tight, so beautifully tight." He moved a little harder and faster, no longer holding back as much. It seemed he'd passed that same place, that point of no return that he had so deftly introduced me to. The muscles in his back hardened and tensed under my fingers as he pushed inside of me once more. A low guttural sound between a groan and a grunt sounded in his throat, and he closed his eyes as he came.

  He lowered his mouth to mine as the tension flowed out of his body and his breathing slowed. He rested down next to me and pulled me to him.

  I snuggled my nose into his chest, breathing in his manly scent.

  He rubbed his chin on the top of my head and tightened his arms around me. "How are you feeling?"

  I lifted my face and looked at him. "Complete. And a little underwhelmed."

  "Oh, sorry."

  "No, jeez, sometimes my word choice baffles me. I mean so many of my girlfriends warned me that it was painful and unpleasant and just altogether kind of boring. I'm underwhelmed about that because it was only a split second of pain, not at all unpleasant and I wasn't bored. Not even for a second. Of course, none of them had Chase England for their first experience." I ran my fingers along his strong jaw. "Or at least I don't think they did. But if the first three entries on Google are correct, I suppose it's mathematically possible."

  "A lot of exaggeration, I promise. Click bait is only successful if things are grossly overstated."

  I laughed. "I know. I'm kidding you. Was I your first virgin?" I asked.

  He slid his chin back and forth in thought. "Huh, now that you bring it up, yeah, you are. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen with the neighbor's babysitter. She was seventeen and knew what the heck she was doing, so I'm pretty sure she wasn't a virgin. Wait, no I take it back. My first real girlfriend in high school was a virgin. But since I didn't really know what the hell I was doing, she might just still be one. Not completely sure if everything connected right. We broke up the next morning. Her idea. I couldn't blame her for that. I was a clumsy clod in the backseat of my dad's car."

  "Then how are you feeling?" I asked, cuddling closer.

  He squeezed me in his arms. "Like a teenager, but far less clumsy."

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chase

  Late afternoon had turned to evening while Macy and I slept. I heard her slip out of bed and step into the shower as I drifted in and out of dreams. Now I could hear her in the kitchen.

  I climbed out of bed, pulled on my pants and walked out to the front room. "Something smells good."

  "I hope you don't mind, there were some eggs that were still usable and an onion and potatoes. I'm making a scrambled egg hash."

  I climbed up on the stool at the kitchen counter. Macy had pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She quickly chopped an onion into perfect tiny cubes.

  I hopped off the stool. "Do you want some wine?"

  "Yes, please."

  I walked to the wine refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. I yanked out the cork and poured us each a glass. I handed her the wine and put my glass down because I badly needed to touch her.

  My hands wrapped around her tiny waist. "You wield a knife like a chef, but you sure as heck don't look like one." I kissed her shoulder. "How long does it take to cook that? I'm feeling more hungry than hungry, if you catch my meaning." My cock bulged in my jeans. I pressed it against her bottom.

  She laughed. "Yes, you make that meaning pretty clear." She put down the wooden spoon she'd been holding and spun around in my arms. “I'd say we could eat in twenty minutes. Does that work for you?"

  "Twenty minutes will be plenty of time." I took hold of her hand.

  "Oh, wait, let me turn off flames and things." She reached for the stove and laughed as she stretched her arm to the dials as I pulled her away.

  I led her back down the hallway.

  "The eggs might be rubbery and the potatoes mushy," she complained.

  "That's what happens when you decide to climb out of bed without my permission." I slapped the door open with my palm.

  "My mistake. Next time I'll ask permission." She scurried past me and jumped onto the bed with enthusiasm. She stood up on the mattress and whipped off her shirt and bra. "I think I'm ready again. God, does that make me loose? I mean I just lost my virginity, and I'm ready to give it another go."

  I stood next to the bed and reached up to open her shorts. I pushed them down and her panties came with them. She hopped a few times to get free of her clothes and stumbled toward me with laughter. She wrapped her arms around my head. With her standing on the bed, my face came to her breasts.

  "Huh, I like this." I suckled on her nipples, bringing each one to attention. Then I lowered my mouth to her stomach and kissed her. I looked up at her. "Do you want to be on top this time? It gives you more control, in case you're sore."

  "On top? Control? Sounds fun. Why don't you just stretch that gorgeous man body out on the bed and let the master take over. But drop those pants first, buster. Haven't got all day."

  "And to think I worried about pushing you into this too fast," I quipped as I pushed my jeans off. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. I lowered my head to the pillows and rolled on the condom. I stretched my arms out. "Have your way with me, master, or should I say mistress. Just be gentle."

  Macy threw her leg over me and straddled my hips. She backed her ass up toward my erection as she lowered her body against mine. She kissed me and wriggled her bottom against my cock. I grabbed her hips to hold her there.

  "Thought I was in control," she said.

  "I lied." I lifted her up, and she positioned herself over me. I eased her down over me, my cock once again being swallowed by her perfectly snug little pussy. "Fuck, Macy, that feels so right."

  She bit her lip and pressed her hands against my chest, driving me deeper as she lowered herself down.

  "Does it hurt?" I asked.

  "The rush of good sensations far outnumber the bad."

  I impaled her to her core. I remained still after that, not wanting to push her too far, letting her have that control I'd mentioned. She braced her hands against my chest and rocked back and forth, feeling me inside of her, brushing over places that had never been touched. It took her no time to start working her clit against me. Her head lulled back and her long lashes fluttered closed as she concentrated on working her pussy over me.

  "Is it always like this?" she sighed. "When you're inside of me, I feel like we're so connected, like you can see inside of me and know my most intimate thoughts." She opened her eyes as she stretched back farther, taking in every inch of me.

  "It's not always like this, Macy." Her question had surprised me, and my reaction, the sudden realization that this was different for me, had stunned me even more. The truth was that I'd never felt this way with anyone.

  I held Macy's hips as she moved back and forth over me. I watched as her lips parted to release soft sounds. Her breasts pressed together as she pushed her hands against me. I moved my hands to her ass, to help her move. Her knees squeezed against me as she sat straight up and lifted and fell over me, sheathing me with her tight pussy over and over again.

  Her breaths came in quick spurts. She leaned back down, pressing her hands against me for support. Her ass contracted in my hands, causing her pussy to tighten around my cock, milking me closer to orgasm.

  "Oh, Chase," she cried out as her pussy clenched, and her body trembled over me. The sound of her crying out my name pushed me off the cliff and my release came. Our bodies melted together in orgasm.

  She collapsed down onto my chest and rested her face against my shoulder. I smoothed my hands over her back as our heart rates slowed and the fevered heat between our bodies cooled.

  I held her like that for a long while, listening to her breathing slow and
the occasional satisfied sigh ushering from her lips. She lifted her head and smiled down at me. "I think I'm getting pretty good at this."

  "I'd say you're a very fast learner."

  She lowered her head to my shoulder again. "That was well worth the prospect of rubbery eggs and mushy potatoes."

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Macy

  Chase pulled the car out onto the highway. I looked longingly back at the beach house and then turned forward and slumped against the seat. "Ugh, after that I'm really not looking forward to going home for an afternoon of baking."

  I reached over and rubbed my fingers along Chase's arm. "Thank you for those blissful hours when I forgot about work and everything else. And thank you for . . . well, you know. I feel like I'm part of the adult world now."

  "It was my pleasure. And I mean that in every sense of the word."

  "What other things will you be putting in the Sweet Spot box? I assume there will be more to it than a piece of chocolate."

  "I haven't seen the final collection yet, but I will bring one to you as soon as it's finished. I think we could have some fun with it. In fact, I know we could."

  "I will look forward to it."

  The coastal fog had not lifted yet, and the beach looked dreary under the gray mist, but nothing could dampen my spirits. After going through some of the darkest days of my life recently, I felt like things were starting to work again.

  My pussy was still tender from the weekend. I hoped that feeling would linger for days to come, so I could relive it all in my dreams.

  "I was thinking, Macy, I could lease a bakery shop and let you run it. It would be a business investment for me, and you wouldn't have to bake out of your house and drag everything back and forth with you to the stand. You could even name it Sweet Spot."