Brooklyn cursed herself for making him do all the work, but at the same time she was enjoying herself all the more. Soon enough the only clothing that remained on either of them was about to be removed.
She couldn’t help but be nervous as she helped him pull them down and toss them to the side. But his kisses were like snowflakes and she didn’t want him to stop.
Her heart fluttered in her now bare chest as she continued to kiss him. It felt weird, their skin touching, a good kind of weird. It felt like them being together was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Brooklyn kissed harder and harder as her fingers struggled to unbutton his jeans. This task was one even more difficult than the belt and she couldn’t seems do get it undone.
Chase quickened by doing the work for her; removing his own and then hers. Just two small layers separated them completely. He removed his last layer and swallowed hard, now completely vulnerable to her.
He sank down to his elbows and kissed her lips, then her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Down her chest…down her stomach…
He breathed in his own hot breath that bounced off her skin. Beneath his lips, he felt goosebumps. He shyly bit at the top of her waistband with his teeth.
Brooklyn laughed as Chase struggled with her bra. She loved that despite what they were doing, they still managed to laugh about everything. As he continued to fiddle with the clasp, she kissed him harder and ran her hands through his hair.
He continued to tug at the strap and Brooklyn tried not to laugh as she began to kiss down his collarbone. “For the love of God, just rip it.” She whispered, a smirk on her face.
“Fine,” he grunted, and with the slight tug in both directions with all his might, the hook ripped. He felt it go limp in his hands and he paused for a moment. Chase took slow breaths as his hands gripped the straps, pulling it up slowly, down her shoulders and arms.
Gently, he threw it over the edge of the bed, taking in his new view of her. His heart now doused, was ignited in a new type of fire he’d never felt before. Every inch of him felt nervous; it’d never been like that for him before. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, only slight movements.
He slowly lowered his head to hers and kissed her lips lightly, the intensity growing by each passing moment.
Brooklyn shivered suddenly, cold from the lack of clothing on her upper half. They were both shirtless now, but she didn’t mind. Running her hands down his torso, she began to undo his belt. It was harder than you would imagine considering she was trying to kiss him at the same time.
A sense of accomplishment flooded her as she finally got it undone and tossed it aside. She couldn’t help but smile and continue to kiss him.
He chuckled at her struggle to undo his belt, finding it too adorable and funny to help. In no time, he shed them and threw them on the floor, hearing them land with a familiar thud on the ground.
Chase picked her up, pulling down the covers. He tossed them over his shoulder like a cape and smiled before claiming her mouth again. His hands went around to her back, fumbling with the clip of her bra. He always hated these things; never understand how women could hook and unhook them so quickly with ease. Seeing it be done before, he wondered how it was so simple for them yet complicated as rocket science for men.
Each moment that passed seemed like an hour. And when Chase asked her if she was sure, she thought deeply for a second. Finally, she nodded a yes. Because Chase was her best friend and he wouldn’t hurt her… She trusted him with everything else, why not trust him with this?
“Yes.” She whispered, before kissing him again. This was her first time so she didn’t really know what else to do.
He grinned and kissed her, a burst of euphoria exploding within him. Knowing that she trusted him this much couldn’t have made him more happy.
Chase tugged at the hem of her shirt for a moment, resisting the urge to just rip it, and slid it over her head, letting her hair fall back down around her bare skin. His stomach exploded with butterflies as he dove back into a kiss.
Brooklyn bit her lip; she liked the confident side of Chase, she always had. As he kissed her again, she couldn’t help but moan. The moan was louder than the first one and she bit her lip, embarrassed. Her heart was beating so loud, maybe he didn’t hear.
So she continued to let his hands explore her body, her nails digging into his bare back. “Chase…” She whispered into his ear softly. The lust in her voice was obvious and she hoped he could hear it.
Chase had to take a moment. Her last moan was the edging key to his ignition, but he still couldn’t suppress his care for her. No amount of lust could ever overshadow that.
“Brooklyn,” he whispered, looking into her eyes. He let a hand caress her face and tangle into her hair. She was so beautiful. “Are you sure?”
Chase was moaning every once in a while and it was driving Brooklyn insane. She let a little moan escape her lips only once. She couldn’t help it, his kisses were so wild, so passionate. It felt as though every nerve in her body was on fire.
She moved both hands under his shirt and struggled to get it over his head. When she succeeded, she smiled in accomplishment. The smile could have also had to do with Chase’s exceedingly nice torso. She couldn’t help but stop and stare for a moment.
The one sound that escaped from her made him lose his mind. He started shoving all his hesitations and inhibitions out the window. Her stare at his torso made him feel slightly arrogant and confident, letting her know with a grin and a chuckle.
Chase leaned back down and licked her lips, running his hands up from her ankles to her thighs, gripping her hips and pulling them towards his own. He almost thought he could feel his heartbeat in every corner of his body.
Brooklyn laughed hysterically as he picked her up and pinned her to the bed. She didn’t know what had gotten into him, but it was driving her mad. She continued to giggle as he kissed her, entwining her fingers in his hair.
The space between them was little to none, but Brooklyn wrapped her legs around him and pulled him even closer. One hand slid under his shirt and she bit her lip to hide the growing smirk
She was pushing him over the edge. Her hands in his hair, he could certainly handle; her tussling his golden locks weren’t anything new to him. But the lack of space was. This kissing was. And her legs wrapping around him was like a bull shoving him off the cliff.
Chase’s mind became clouded as his hands ran all over her, his kisses becoming longer, more frequent, and more feverish. A few accidental moans and groans escaped him here and there. She couldn’t honestly expect him to contain his…contentment, could she?
She found it hard to think straight, let alone be nervous as he kissed her. She kissed back, smiling a little bit. The lights were still off, but she could tell how much he was enjoying this.
Brooklyn scooted even closer to him and entangled her fingers in his hair and pulled away for a moment. “I love you, Chase.” She whispered.
Chase held her close, looking into her eyes for a few moments. His grin grew and a brow raised, his grip on her tightening.
Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms and ran into her bedroom, diving onto her bed. He made sure he took the fall, her not getting hurt. He made sure she couldn’t escape and pinned her down, kissing all over her face, neck and chest, laughing the whole time.
As soon as she fully realised that Chase was spending the night, she began to pick at her nails. It was weird that as soon as the movie turned off, she became nervous.
“I think I’ll be able do deal with the kicking.” Brooklyn smiled despite her nerves. She then kissed him softly to see if it would make her a bit less nervous. It did.
“I hope so,” he grunted, pulling her back onto his lap. His hands went around her waist again and kissed her back, pulling her hands apart to stop the picking. Both of their nerves were working up now.
He kept kissing her, hoping hers would melt away.
