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No more. I needed him, wanted to mark him. After I’d finished cooking, I’d pampered myself and done all the necessary things. I’d eschewed going for something sexy; I wasn’t that confident. But I wore one of Chill’s favourite tees.

Chill grunted as I tackled him and sank my hands into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Surprise wafted off him, but Chill claimed my lips as I wanted. Hands wound through my hair as he tightened his grip and hauled me closer. The little spike of pain turned me on further. Chill broke the kiss first, his eyes searching my face, and I coyly smiled at him.

“Babe…”

“Shut up,” I said, and Chill chuckled as he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down and grinned as he recognised his tee.

“Now that’s sexy as fuck,” he muttered as he began sliding it up my legs.

I wriggled as Chill realised I was naked underneath and then stiffened. My body wasn’t twenty years old; I had cellulite, and my stomach wasn’t as flat as it had once been. I felt self-conscious and squirmed a little. Chill placed his hands on either side of me and leaned over to capture my eyes.

“Babe, why have you gone shy now?”

“I’m not as young as I was; I’m embarrassed by my body.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve got my own scars and fears; you’re not alone in your worries.”

“But you’re hot!” I rejected his words.

“So, the fuck are you!” Chill retorted.

“But what if you’re disgusted by my stretch marks?”

“How could I be repulsed by them? They’re proof that you gave birth to three beautiful kids, who I get to claim as mine. I’m gonna worship the hell out of them,” Chill promised, and without a second thought yanked the tee up. He looked me up and down, and I closed my legs, and Chill smiled.

“You’re like a fuckin’ feast. I don’t know where to start.”

He knelt by the bed and picked up my leg. “I never had a foot fetish until now. Your toes are fuckin’ dainty.”

Chill raised my leg and licked the arch of my foot.

I was naturally ticklish, and I laughed and squirmed. Chill’s eyes lit up, and he did it again. Holding me trapped, Chill began sucking my toes while his thumb massaged my arch. Holy crap, how erotic was that. My pussy fluttered, and I felt damp down there. Chill worshipped my foot until I was writhing on the bed and I needed more. But deliberately, he picked up my other foot and repeated his actions. Chill’s beard tickled me, almost feeling like a feather was being drawn over my sensitive skin.

“I’ve never kissed a man with a beard until you,” I murmured.

“Okay,” Chill muttered.

“It’s so soft,” I jerked as I reacted to a nip.

Chill grinned wickedly. Without a word, he rolled me over, and I tensed a little. I was vulnerable in this position. Chill straddled me and started to massage my back.

“Oh God,” I groaned as he began working the knots and kinks out. Chill’s cock pressed into me through his jeans, but not once did he put his needs first. He massaged me until I was jelly and then started kissing my legs again. We discovered the backs of my knees were ticklish when I started laughing.

Chill chuckled with me and rolled me over. His hands roamed my body, his mouth following them. I was a mass of excitement, frustration, and need. His fingers caused goosebumps where they trailed as he explored me in full. My own fingertips caressed his abs and flat stomach. His chest was chiselled, and I’d not expected that. I latched onto Chill’s neck and made him moan.

Agitated by desire, I fumbled with the jean buttons and finally got them undone. I reached inside and gripped his cock and groaned as I slid my hand up and down his shaft. The tip was already wet, and I wondered what Chill tasted like. I’d hated giving Gerard blow jobs as he never went down on me, but I didn’t think that would be an issue with Chill.

Chill opened my legs and moaned. “God, that’s a pretty pussy. Look at you all wet for me.”

He reached up and yanked his Henley off, then stood and kicked his jeans off. Without another word, Chill’s mouth claimed mine as he pushed between my legs. Chill slowly pushed inside, and impatiently I shoved up to meet him and released a sharp cry of pain.

“You’re too big!”

Chill was gritting his teeth when I looked at him, and the veins in his neck stood out. “Babe, that’s why I was going slow, damn greedy woman.”

My body began adjusting to his girth, and an uncharitable thought about how unendowed Gerard was came to mind. With a wicked grin, I experimentally moved my hips. Chill hissed, but remained still.

“Fuck me,” I ordered, and Chill blew out a breath and then relaxed his control.