She holds the blankets tighter, and I know she’s not sure, so I keep fucking her in slow strokes. Her eyes roll, and her chest heaves with faster breaths.
“Y-yes,” she whispers.
Pride shoots through me as I enter a second finger and drop my lips where they are.
“That...Oh.” Her back arches, her pussy tightening around me even more. Her moans tell me she’s close to free-falling off that blissful edge. Except, I want to see three fingers inside of her. A disgruntled moan I’ve never heard before escapes her when I softly push in a third digit.
“Chase… I…”
“I know,” I grit out, picking up the pace a little but not too much. I curl my fingers and press against her inner wall. She lets out the sweetest gasp.
This is it.
“Let go, sweetheart. Give me everything you have. Give me what’s mine. Come all over my fingers so I can taste you.”
My words are her undoing. She goes off like a rocket, her pussy nearly cutting off the circulation in my fingers.
I slow down as her muscles begin to relax and slip out of her. She looks up at me, completely sated, her skin flushed a ruby red. She watches intently when my fingers enter my mouth. I suck them clean, reveling in the flavor of Erin Silver Callahan.
“Delicious.”
I help her up, my hands smoothing up and down her arms. She surprises me when she reaches for the waistband of my sweats. I help her out with the rest and tug them down, along with my boxers.
I chuckle when she covers her mouth with her hand.
“Yeah, I know.” I smirk, taking in my length. I’m rock fucking hard.
“That… no way. Nope.” She shakes her head. I take her hand and kiss the inside of her palm before letting her feel what she does to me. “I can’t… You’re not going to fit.”
“I know you’ve read plenty of romance books to know that italwaysfits.” I wink at her when her eyes go wide in understanding.
Yeah, Bookworm. I bought and wrapped one hundred and seventy books from your TBR list. I know what you like to read, you little minx.
Her eyes flick down to where our hands slowly stroke. “This is… have you touched yourself thinking about me?”
“Many times—in the shower, in this bed, around the house. I thought about my hands on you, yours around me just like this.” I hold her gaze as she lightly tightens her hold on me, and a groan escapes me.
“Is it okay that I’m a little scared? You’re just… wow,” she says, letting out a breath.
Her surprising tone snaps my protectiveness in half. I want to wrap her up and reassure every doubt she’s ever had.
“It’s more than okay. I’m right here. We’ll go slow. And we stop whenever you want. This is all at your pace. You’re in absolute control.”
“I want to know what you like,” she says.
“Can I see more of you?”
The loss of her touch is torturous as she releases me. She reaches for the bow I’ve been thinking of pulling since I realized it was the key to revealing everything I want to see.
“Can I?” I ask, pointing to it.
She drops her hand to her lap. I capture the end of the bow with my thumb and index finger, pulling until it begins to unravel.
I part the material and am graced with a full view of her gorgeous naked body. I remove it from her frame and toss it to the floor. It’s forgotten, along with her torn underwear. I stare at what I’ve only grazed so far with my fingers.
“You’re…”
I’m absolutely breathless.
