“Feel that?” he asks, his cock pulsing against my back.
I nod as I lean back, feeling how hard he is.
“Take off your dress.” His voice is nearly a demand.
His hands run down my body, pulling me closer to him with every touch. My clit throbs at the attention he’s giving me. I can feel the zipper slowly sliding down the back of the dress as he brushes my hair to the side, his fingers grip onto my arms and I shimmy out of the dress, pulling it down with my fingers when it reaches my hips.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he says, turning me around to face him as I stand there in a matching black lace bra and underwear set. He stares and then looks away briefly,only to bring his eyes back, but this time they’re burning with so much desire, so much hunger. He moves even closer, backing me up into a wall and my chest pounds with anticipation.
“Do you like it?” I ask, slowly circling the fabric around my nipple with my fingers.
My other hand hovers over my stomach, just below my belly button but he pulls it away and drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my lower tummy.
He doesn’t answer my question with words. He pulls one leg over his shoulder and tugs my underwear to the side. Spreading me open with two fingers just before his mouth devours me. The contact is sudden, but so welcome. I feel his tongue against my clit immediately and he circles over and over. I pull him closer to me, pressing his face against my center. His mouth around my clit is unbelievable.
“Oh, God. Chase,” I pant as he sucks. I feel his fingers slide into me while his tongue continues to swirl over me. “Yes,” I hiss as my head falls back against the wall in a slam.
He reaches his other hand up, cupping my breast and I place my hand over his, holding it in place.
Chase’s tongue takes me to places I’ve never been and the way his fingers curl inside me has my orgasm building to new levels.
“More,” I call out, and Chase looks up at me. I can see myself coated on his face as he briefly pulls away, but keeps his fingers thrusting in and out as he licks his lips.
“You going to come for me? Let it out. Let me see you get messy again.” He smirks, bringing his face back between my legs and I press him closer to me again, needing to feel the friction against my clit as his fingers drive in and out.
Goosebumps line my skin as I feel my orgasm building and building with each dirty thought of Chase. His mouth on me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I moan out his name againas my body begins to convulse, jerking back and forth against him while he squeezes my nipple.
Waves rip through my entire body as my orgasm sweeps me away and my back arches from the wall. Chase holds me in place and keeps his tongue against my clit as everything I have to offer coats his face.
“Oh, God.” I shudder, finally coming down from the high.
“I could get used to seeing you like this,” Chase says as he rises to his feet. He presses his body against mine, his hands finding their way into my hair as he brings his lips down to mine.
My hand reaches between us to unfasten his belt and he lets me pull it from the loops before his hands reach for the back of my thighs, picking me up and carrying me into my bedroom. When my back hits the mattress, I sit up slowly and reach my hands behind me to unclip my bra. I let it pop open and fall into my lap as Chase watches intently.
A low rumble sounds in his chest while he blinks his eyes slowly with a soft smirk before he pulls his shirt from his chest and lowers himself on the bed as I lie back. His mouth finds my nipple and he takes it between his teeth, gently pulling as a whimper falls from my lips.
His eyes scan my body. They linger between my legs as I spread them open for him, still in nothing but the underwear from earlier.
“You looking like this should be a goddamn sin.” His voice husky and low.
From his back pocket, he pulls his wallet out and grabs a condom, placing it on the nightstand before turning his attention back to me.
“For weeks, I’ve wanted to know what it felt like to be inside of you.” He leans forward, taking my underwear from both sides of my hips and gently sliding them off.
“God, Chase,” I say, throwing my back against the pillow. “Please.”
It feels like some cruel and unusual form of torture to be played with like this. Chase tosses my underwear to the floor and my legs instinctually open wider. My clit is already throbbing again for his touch.
My skin tingles as he skims his fingers over my inner thighs. There’s no rush in his movements, even though everything inside of me wants to tell him to please,pleasefuck me.
He’s as tempting as they come, hovering over me with his unruly hair dangling above my face, his wilderness scent drawing me in and his hands teasing me with every single touch.
“I need you,” I whisper against his lips, pulling my face up to meet his.
“Here?” I whimper at the feel of his thumb as it glides slowly against my pussy.
“Yes.”
