“Oh my gosh.Chase,” I almost scream.
The words come out wobbly. It’s hard to scream when your teeth are grinding together. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t think. I can’t do anythingbut feel the buildup.
“I. Can’t. Do. This,” I say, the words bouncing like I’m on a gravel road.
The sensation is too much. The touches are too intense. The flicking of my overstimulated clit so much that it almost feels like it’s zapped with electricity.
I dig my fingers into his scalp as deeply as his fingers are buried in my hips. He slides a finger, then two, then three into my body and pumps them over and over again.
His tongue flattens against my clit, and I grind my body against his face.
It’s just too good. The rise is too fast. The pressure building is too much.
He pulls his face away at the same time that he twists his hand and then pulls his fingers out of me.
The ride to the top of my orgasm hits its peak. I moan, unable to hold my legs up anymore as I hand all control over to my climax.
I’m no longer in control.
“I can’t,” I cry out, bracing for the moment when the rush hits.
“Yes, you can. Come for me, baby. Let me watch your pussy come for me.”
He presses a kiss to my clit, and that does it. Then coupled with the vigor of his fingers working their magic, I fall wildly apart.
The pressure building in my core breaks.
A stream of wetness rolls down my inner thigh, and a deep,deepsense of letting go overtakes me. The level of satisfaction, of pleasure, crashing over me is unmatched.
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
Everywhere tingles. The tension in my body dissipates. It’s as if a button has been pushed, and my stress has been reset to zero.
It. Is. Fabulous.
“Chase,” I say, struggling but managing to prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. “That was …” I gasp a breath. “Incredible.”
He looks … surprised. “Do you always squirt?”
“Huh?”
“You just squirted.”
I scramble off the ottoman and look at where I was lying.It’s soaked.
My cheeks heat. “I … I’m so embarrassed.”
He laughs and looks at me like I’m talking out of my head. “Embarrassed? Megan, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I just look at him.I can do that?
Before I have time to wrap my brain around what just happened or get my legs sturdy beneath me, Chase takes my hand.
“Let’s go,” he says.
“Let’s go? Where? Where are we going?” I look over my shoulder as we walk out of the room. “My clothes. The ottoman.The pizza…”
He tugs me toward the hallway. “We’ll clean up down here later.”
