“Add another,” he says, and I comply. “This is what I want you to do when I’m away. I want you to make yourself feel good thinking about me, and I want to watch,” he explains. “Will you let me watch, baby?”
“Only you?”
“Only me, baby. I swear it.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly as my fingers continue to move. “Yes, I’ll let you watch.”
“Good girl.”
His hands land on the insides of my thighs, and he pushes them apart. A burn settles in from the stretch.
“Chase,” I whisper.
Without warning, he pushes his own finger inside of me, and I let out a scream as my release floods through me. He doesn’t stop moving. He keeps fucking me with his finger as my orgasm takes over my body.
“That’s one,” he says as he pulls our fingers free. He lowers his head next, suctioning his mouth to me.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I chant as his tongue laps against me. I’m so sensitive that I wriggle relentlessly. He grips my shins and pushes back on them.
Somehow, the angle changes everything, and my second release crashes through me like a ton of bricks. I don’t even have time to warn him about it, but it’s almost as if he expects it. He moans as he drinks in my high. When he moves away, he grins at me.
“That’s two.”
My breath is labored when I say, “You really know what you’re doing.”
He pulls me up so I’m standing and spins me to face the wall again, my legs jelly-like.
“Hands on the wall, sweetheart.”
I listen, and he gently angles my hips. His hands roam over my ass. I flinch from reflex and rise up on my toes as he drags a single digit through my cheeks, teasing.
A gasp escapes me.
When he does it again, I look over my shoulder, noticing the needy darkness that fills his eyes.
“Are you into that?” I ask him nervously.
“I’ve never done it.”
“Do you want to?”
“Would you let me?”
“I think so.”
He lets out a curse. “We’ll build up to that. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
Without another word, he lines himself up and buries himself to the hilt in one quick thrust. My head drops to the wall in front of me. He pulls back all the way just to slam into me again, every time harder than the last. Pressure builds low in my stomach.
“So damn tight. So damn mine,” he whispers.
“Yours,” I murmur.
His hand settles behind my knee as he lifts it and pushes, pressing it into the wall. It allows him to sink deeper.
I’m balancing on just one leg now, but he holds me to him as if he’ll never let me fall. My head flops back, and he kisses my neck.
“I…” I shake my head, not really sure what I want to say. It’s all so much. He pulls out of me and spins me to face him. The loss of him is torturous. With ease, he hoists me up and holds me in place. My head rests back against the wall as he enters me again.
