My eyes snapped open and I found the cell phone ringing in front of me on the mattress. Drowsily, I propped myself up on my elbows and sat on the bed, feeling for my cell phone. It was Ginny. She had been calling all this time.
I answered.
“Hi,” I said, my voice groggy with sleep. – What’s it?
– How are you doing? I thought you were going to call me… apparently you forgot about her friend…
“No, no… I just… I didn’t have time. I am busy. Chance keeps bugging me. I said, closing my eyes. The light from the windows burned my eyes. I got out of bed, headed to the bathroom and tucked the cell phone between my ear and shoulder. “Why did you call?
– Time zone? she asked.
I roared, rolling my eyes. I stared at myself in the mirror and turned on the faucet. I used both hands to make a ladle and fill it with water. I poured it on my face and felt pain between my legs, in my butt and almost all over my body. They were the signs of what he had done last night.
“Yes. I’m sleepy.
“Good luck, it’s still eight o’clock there.
– Thanks. I’ll need.
“Phoebe?” Chance called. “Phoebe?” The bathroom door opened, and Chance appeared, wearing short shorts. Seeing its prominent volume made something else wake up in me.
– It’s him?
“Yes.”
“Are you talking to anyone?” he asked. I looked at Chance and nodded.
“Can I talk to him?” she asked.
– Not!
“Phoebe?” Chance said, his brows drawn together. – It’s all right?
“It’s just Gina…” I said, waving my hand in the air as if it didn’t matter. “I need to hang up.”
– He is well. – He said.
I said goodbye to Ginny and turned my attention to Chance, who didn’t take his eyes off my nightgown. The tips of my breasts were perked up, and when he stared at them, my nipples became even more rigid. He walked over, arms crossed, and looking into my eyes, smiled.
– Good morning beautiful.
“Why did you come to call me?” “I asked.” He seemed to think about the answer, but dismissed it anyway, said:
– Breakfast. I thought you were hungry. I nodded. Chance walked over, lifted one of his hands and touched my breast through the fabric. “But I think I’d better eat something else before it gets cold.”
“You’re hopeless.” – I said.
He stopped in front of me, and taking me in his lap, said:
“Is it that bad?” I thought you loved it.
“You are a pervert and a sadist. He smiled mischievously, squeezing my nipple hard.
“Looks like you like it, don’t you?”
And he lifted me into the air. Then Chance placed me on the bathroom counter and rested his big hands on my thighs. He hiked them up to the entrance of my nightgown, and when he placed them on my hip, he assessed me.
“I love it,” he said.
– What?
“Have you for me.” And he leaned in, taking my mouth with need. His kiss was intense and hot, and when he removed the straps of my nightgown, he bared my breasts. – Only for me. “And he took my breasts, each in one of his hands, and stuffed them into his mouth. “Fuck, Phoebe. You make me Crazy. Fucking crazy. Look what you made me do.
His warm mouth glided across my sensitive nipples, and tipping my head, I leaned against the wall.
Chance hooked his fingers in the nightgown and slid it down my body, the same nightgown he’d helped me into last night. I gasped, caught in the merciless heat of arousal. Running the fabric over my legs, he growled,
“Don’t make me share it. You are mine, understand? – He asked. I nodded, and he pulled me over, placing his hands on my hips. He crushed my buttocks, and crashing his lips against my cunt, I moaned,
– Yes.
– Yes? Yes what?
– Sir.
– Chance. I’m fucking Chance. Just call me that. He licked my lips, and my body shivered, a sudden shiver making my body squirm. He slapped my ass and squeezed. – Repeat.
“Yes, Chance.
– Once again. “He ordered it.”
I grabbed his hair, dipping my fingers through the strands. Chance found my pleasure spot, and spurring me on with his tongue, he made me almost scream. Chance inserted two wet fingers into me, and as he sucked on my clit, he slipped into me, in and out, now slow, now fast. I shuddered under him, and gave myself over completely to him.
“Yes, Chance. I moaned again.
– Higher.
He sped up his movements, and now he began to pinch my nipples, one at a time, and soon his fingers traced them with his fingertip as his tongue pulled on my clit, his mouth sucking.
“Yes, yes, Chance!” I said, muscles pulsing.
I was submerged in the deep water, and Chance seemed to drown me, taking me to a much deeper, darker place where I couldn’t see anything but his face. I could see his smile, his glowing gaze, I could see him fully and I lost myself inside myself, as if he could distort everything around me. I was lost, but at the same time, I knew I was with him.
chance was
compass.
And without him, I was afraid of getting lost.
Without him, I was afraid of being alone.
Without it, I was afraid of drowning.
But I knew it was risky for him to let me take to the surface.
I was afraid I might discover my insides.
I was afraid you were disgusted with me.
Fear of losing him.
Chance stared at me, and I pulled him to me, catching his face, resting his forehead on mine, looking into his eyes, searching for his soul. He frowned, and I took his mouth.
“Yes, Chance. I whispered. – A thousand times yes.
He smiled, and returned the kiss, making it even more intense.