Chance wasn’t kissing her. He wasn’t doing anything else other than peering into her eyes.
The electricity and tension between their gazes were off the charts.
Not something she could maintain while she was working because it felt heavenly enough that she wanted to relish in the moment.
He didn’t let her. “Open your eyes, Jocelyn. I want to watch you come as you fuck me.”
Oh boy.
His words continually touched a craving in her core to act like she’d never thought she’d feel or want to achieve.
“It’s hard,” she said.
“You’re strong. You can do it. You know you want to,” he whispered, then bit her lower lip, sucking it in his mouth before he released it. “You want someone to tell you what to do and how to do it.”
He had no idea. And maybe that was why she was so free with Chance. Because it wasn’t part of a game to him. It was who he was.
What he was.
He said what he meant. What he felt. What he wanted to give to her.
She forced her eyes to stay open and rode him hard. She rode him fast.
Like he was her muscle car and she was controlling the speed and their destination.
“That’s it,” he said. “Just like that. Fuck me harder.”
She did as she was told because it was exactly what she had planned without the encouragement.
There was sweat building on her back, her wrists were aching from holding her weight, but Chance’s fingers in her hair weren’t letting up and she didn’t want them to.
He brought thoughts and emotions out of her that every woman fantasized but might not have the voice to speak.
Her abs were burning, her hips were thrusting, even her thighs were quivering. This was a CrossFit workout and it’d be worth every ache when she was done.
She felt her inner muscles tensing, the building up almost at its peak. She hoped he was close because there was no holding back for her.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he ordered.
She locked them on him, her body pulsing as she rode. He stayed still. He wasn’t coming, but she’d keep moving for him... once she caught her breath.
Her body gave out and landed on top of him.
“I need a minute. That was intense.”
“You can get a minute on your back,” he said, shifting his body so that they’d switched positions before she could count to two. “Now you can watch me ram into you just like you did to me.”
Her eyes were wide on his, her legs opening more, his hips slamming into her, possessing her as she’d done to him.
Somehow her orgasm found a small spark that was fanning out and came back to life, her body arching and accepting all as he grunted out a few times, then collapsed on her with the same exhaustion as she’d exhibited moments before.
“You closed your eyes at the end,” she said. “You lost.”
He let out what she thought was a snort. Maybe it was a laugh, but rolled again so she was on him.
He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. Something he hadn’t done before.
A swarm of butterflies gathered in her belly, making their way up her chest.
