Page 22 of The One Timer

“God almighty, I…”

“What?” Her question comes out on a breath.

I don’t want to say, but for whatever reason, there’s no way I can’t tell her whatever she wants to know, to be totally honest and bare my soul. “I’ve never seen a woman so responsive, so fucking sexy.” My words come out like gravel as I abandon her nipple.

Her hands slide to either side of my face, caressing it, and we stare at each other as I continue playing with her pussy, moving my fingers closer to where I know she wants them.

“Please,” she moans, and her honey-gold eyes sear through me with their wanting, persuading me to give her everything.

But instead of teasing her clit or plunging into her with my fingers to bring her release, I kneel between her legs and back away. After a moment of question in her eyes, her face relaxes, her eyes close to slits, and she opens her legs wide because she knows what I have in mind.

“You want me to eat you out, honey eyes? I can’t wait to taste you.” That’s a truer statement than I could have imagined I’d be saying to a stranger. But right now, I can’t think of her that way.

Lowering my face to her pussy, the dizzying scent of her drives me to taste her, separating her folds with my tongue. I hold her hips as she jolts and holds my head, pressing me closer shamelessly, whatever inhibitions she came in with now gone. And however long it’s been clearly makes her more than ready, more than desperate to have me as I stroke my tongue over the swollen nub at her center.

“Chase! Oh my God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

I don’t stop because her neediness drives me crazy, and she tastes incredible, and no matter how sexy she is right now, I know when she falls apart under me, there will be nothing sexier in the world I could possibly experience.

Circling her clit with my tongue, I tighten my hold on my sanity and suck it into my mouth. My reward is a moaning scream and the clenching spasms of Emery around me as I hold on tight and suck everything she gives me, licking and relishing how lost she is, how shattered.

Then, with my fingers, I stroke her swollen and tender flesh as I rise over her because I need to see her face, to kiss her lips, to own her satisfaction like a magnificent accomplishment. She’s shaking and hot, and her face glistens with her aftermath as I wrap her in one arm and kiss her, sinking my mouth onto hers and my tongue inside so she can taste how luscious she is.

She settles down, but I don’t remove my hand, stroking gently around the edges of her heated flesh.

Raising my head, I look at her, kissing her eyes and the corner of her mouth as it turns up in a catlike smile.

“You ready for another orgasm?”

Her brows jump, and her eyes go wide. “Another—me? What about you?” She reaches her hand down to find my rock-hard dick and grabs hold. The jolt to my system sends a raging thrill everywhere, hitting every nerve ending as I bite down, clenching my teeth. “Shit. Not yet, sexy, I’m not through with you.”

She gives a low laugh. “Is that right?” She squeezes, and I literally go blind, and for a blink, all I see is red. My hand covers hers, and I remove it from me, holding it. Then I bring it down to where I’d been playing with her pussy because I can’t resist.

“Feel that? You’re so swollen and hot and wet, ready for more.”

“I don’t know.” She squirms, and I can tell she’s feeling it, getting off on touching herself with me, joining in the fun. Then I swipe our fingers over her clit, and she lets out a moan.

“Chase. Jesus. I’ve never felt so… I don’t know…” Her eyelids fall so that only a glimmer of her gold eyes shines through her dark lashes.

“So turned on? So ready for more?”

She moves her hips as we circle our fingers, coming close to her peekaboo clit, but not touching it. I watch her, how her face flushes, how she bites down on the corner of her lower lip, how her breathing becomes ragged. Kind of like my breathing.

I’m hypnotized by the circling motion and the way her hips circle to the same rhythm as our fingers, like we’re dancing faster and faster, closer and closer to the crescendo.

“Chase, please, oh my God, I’m so close. Please.”

We touch her clit, and her hips pop and her mouth opens, but she clamps down on her lower lip and makes a strangled sound.

“Are you ready?” I rasp. My thumb returns to her clit and presses, then circles and presses again as her mouth opens, and this time, she calls out my name loud and clear as her hips buck, and she clenches her thighs and grabs hold of my hand, not stopping me, just holding on for the ride.

Watching her face is the most beautifully erotic thing I’ve ever seen as her eyes shut, and she shudders, vibrating under me, repeating my name again and again like it’s her new anthem.

Once her breathing settles and mine, too, I take her in my arms and hold her without planning to, without holding back what I feel, what comes naturally, and without thought to what it means.

When she wraps her arms around me in return, a wave of blissful contentment rolls over me like I haven’t felt in a long time like I used to feel coming inside after playing hockey on the neighborhood pond and having hot cocoa with my pals, the delicious smell and taste and the warmth and the … love? No. Closeness? Maybe. I shift away from her.

She slides her arm down my side and lets her hand trail to the mother ship, my steely dick. “I think I owe you a couple of orgasms about now.” She grins and pushes herself up, taking hold of me with more gusto than I can manage.