It doesn’t matter how wet I am, he always makes an impression.
I lean forward, placing my elbows on his shoulders as I steeple my hands above his head. He kisses the tops of my breasts, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth before I rock my hips, riding him.
We’re surrounded by flour spilled down the counter and pieces of dough on the floor, but neither of us cares. Because all that exists is our bodies, sweaty and flush to each other as I lift and grind back down.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
I smile, kissing along his forehead. He lifts his face, forcing his lips on mine. Chase brings a hand to my ass, gripping it hard before he takes over, lifting me up and down quicker.
Fuck.
He’s breathing into my neck now as we curl into each other, fucking harder and faster. We’re nothing but hot, shallow breaths and beads of sweat just unwaveringly locked on each other, chasing our release.
The sound of me, the lust I’m coated in, smacks and spreads out between us as Chase lifts his hips to meet the way he pulls me down onto him.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good with that tight pussy.”
Damn. His dirty mouth does something to me. Every time.
“Chase. I want to come again ... make me come ... please,” I breathe out heavily.
I honestly don’t know if I can, but I still want him to try, because the need’s growing. We’re moving in unison, the fullness of him inside me so intoxicating it has my head falling back as he draws his tongue up my throat.
A soft moan escapes before our mouths meet again, kissing deeply as I grind down each time he lifts my ass.
“Goddammit, Evie,” he growls, breaking from my mouth and pressing hot kisses down my neck as I weave my sticky fingers into his hair. “You feel so fucking good.”
He’s panting, swallowing hard, his hot breath dusting my skin as we move faster and faster.
Yes. Oh god.
The tingling starts in my stomach, bleeding out and down through my center as I breathe quickly, panting. I can’t take it ... it feels overwhelming. My clit throbs, wanting more friction as I ride him, clinging to his body.
“That’s it, baby, come on ...”
I whimper, my fingers curling into his hair, as I rub myself against him while stretched open by his hard cock. His arms wrap around me and he growls, bucking his hips to meet me at each movement.
Our cheeks press together as stuttered cries begin to fall from my lips. Oh god ... I’m coming.
“Oh ... oh ... oh my ... fuck,” I moan, contracting around his cock, coming hard.
That’s all he needed, because Chase groans loudly into my shoulder, holding me to him tightly. I can feel his cock pulse inside me as he fills me.
Thank god for the pill ... No little Chases yet.
Did I just say yet? Jesus Christ.
I feel him smile against my skin before we peel ourselves away, each of us still breathless.
He stares into my eyes and brushes a braid out of my face.
“You’re gonna be the death of me.”
I shrug. “Seems fair, since I’ve been wishing it on you for so long.”
He laughs, and I can’t help but just stare, because if I’m being honest, Chase feels a lot likeI’ve diedand gone to heaven.
“Be honest, did I ruin the dough?”
