“Much better.”
“I feel you,” she whispers as if it’s a secret.
“Yeah? How does it feel?” I ask as I walk my fingers up and down her thigh. It’s not the first time she’s felt me, but it’s the first time we’ve been in this position.
“Hard,” she says, and then smacks her face and groans.
I try not to laugh, so I bite the inside of my cheek to hold it back. I pull her hands free from her face and set my hands on her hips.
I peel away from the headboard and press my lips to hers. She melts into me, and I kiss her over and over again as I gently rock her hips in small movements over my length.
The top she’s wearing brushes her thighs, and her minty breath dances on my lips. Her hips are hesitant at first, but then they search, they find.
I swallow her moans and gasps every chance I can. She shifts her hands to the back of my neck, her fingers toying with my hair.
That’s it, baby. Explore me. Find your way.
“Still okay there?” I murmur against her lips when I break our kiss. She nods with her eyes closed as her head rests against mine, her breathing rapidly increasing.
“There will never be a day where I take anything you aren’t willing or ready to give to me. You’re in control, Erin. You tell me to stop and we do, understand?”
I nip her bottom lip, and her eyes open in a flash.
“Words, please.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Chase, you feel…”
“How do I feel, baby?”
“You feel like mine.”
Fuck.
My lips are on her again immediately, and her hands move farther up into my hair. She tugs at the strands a little, and I smirk.
“Move your hips with me,” I say. She grinds against me perfectly as I continue to kiss her.
“Chase,” she whispers, and I know she’s close. Her desire seeps through my sweatpants.
“I know, baby, I know,” I say, pressing a kiss to her jaw. Her head tips back, and I kiss her neck, sucking on it gently as her hips continue to roll.
A soft cry escapes her—surprise more than anything—and she grips me like she’s afraid of floating away. “I… I don’t…”
Her thighs tremble against mine and I notice she’s holding her breath against a sensation she doesn’t understand. I just know she’s unsure of the pressure that’s building inside of her, but she doesn’t ask me to stop. She continues to drag her body over mine.
“It’s okay, baby. What you’re feeling means you’re close. Don’t fight it, chase after it. I promise it’ll feel so good. Trustyour body, let it take over, and give in to the feeling. Give in to me.”
She bites her lip so hard, I think it might burst as her eyes squeeze tightly shut. I can’t help but stare as she climbs higher and higher.
I pull us closer together. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. Open them so you knowexactlywho’s making you feel what you are right now. Open your eyes and see me. See only me. Feel and hear onlyme.”
She blinks them open, terrified but trusting.
I close that final bit of distance. She gasps—it’s more like a breathy moan—and her hands dig into me as mine tighten around her waist.
I rock her faster.
She bites down on her lip again, and I know she wants to close her eyes, but she keeps them open and trained on me.
