Free Staring Into the Eyes of Chance by Kay Dee Royal

chest of flat planes lightly dusted with shiny black hair moved, marking his strength, and muscles rippled down his mid-section as he undid his belt and jeans. He stepped out of the pool of denim. No underwear, his arousal thick and heavy, and all for her.
    “Olivia?” Her name rolled off his lips in a question and caught her off guard. Her psyche buzzed for action, quiet his need; her need. He stood like a god above her, his gaze never leaving her, causing an electric rush through her veins. Her legs parted ever so slightly, as did her lips.
    “Chance,” she whispered, more sultry than she’d ever spoken before.
    Chance moved down the steps in one smooth motion, his body sinking below the water in front of her. Water swirled around her, and then his knees touched her inner thighs. He ran his fingers down the sides of her face, gently tucking tendrils of hair behind her ears. His hands cupped each side of her jawline and he lowered his head, brushing her lips with his. A soft moan escaped, drawn from deep in her throat as his tongue gained access into her welcoming mouth.
    His tongue trembled against hers, exploring, touching, licking, each gentle connection sizzled luscious passion inside her. Her arms linked around Chance’s neck, and then her fingers buried into the curls at his nape, clinging for the want of him. His erection pressed into her belly with a comfort she’d all but forgotten.
    Chance slid his hands around Olivia’s bottom and lifted her onto a step, the top half of her body out of the water. He lowered his head and suckled her nipple, while his finger and thumb rolled her other. Every touch sent searing fire into her belly.
    “You’re so beautiful,” Chance rasped. His lips roved over her nipple as his words tumbled out.
    Olivia gasped with the intimacy of his words and the pleasure of his hot breath along her breast. She arched her back, pressing deeper into his mouth. He molded his palm around her other breast, squeezing and massaging.
    “Oh God. Chance, this isn’t me.” An admission she threw out too late, or too soon, only a small part of her cared.
    “This is exactly you. Let yourself go, Olivia. Let me pleasure you.”
    Chance slid his hand down her belly and into her crevice. Olivia leaned back against the steps. His fingertips grazed her most sensitive folds. Her psyche reached for him, wept for his attention, and again she sensed his urgency for her. He tweaked her clit, strummed and circled it, pressure building and spiraling out. Waves swilled within, pulsing along with his rhythm.
    He lifted her hips higher, cupping her bottom with one hand while the fingers of his other drove her mad with desire. She reached for him, grasping his velvet hardness, touching, gently squeezing, fingertips circling its mushroom ridge.
    “God, Olivia,” Chance groaned. “It’s been too long.”
    Want and need directed her fingers, she must please him. He thickened and trembled under her fingers. She’d never known this experience, and his passion crept inside her, leaving her panting for all of him, inside her.
    Olivia shimmied backward up the steps, his fingers snuggled deep inside her passage, pushing and prodding. She pulled him up with her fingers wrapped tightly around his arousal. Olivia lay on the tile floor, thighs splayed wide. His sensual gaze cracked the cold and bitter rock she’d been guarding deep within. He gently unwound her fingers from his erection. His fingers moved in and out, matching the beat of her heart. Her hips rose of their own accord, undulating.
    Chance slowly pulled his two fingers out and a shiver quaked through Olivia’s body, her hips arched high, waiting for his re-entry. He stretched her further, fingers inching in with an added third. His free hand cupped her bottom, holding her in mid-air. He lowered his head, melding into her folds. A shock of heat blazed through her as his tongue touched her clit, drawing it into his mouth and suckling.
    Olivia’s thighs