In return, his teeth nipped the skin of mine and he growled, “Want your mouth.”
I turned my head and gave it to him.
He took it. His hand on mine stroked down, then up and down again. My thumb slid in a circle around the silky tip.
So silky, vaguely I wondered how something so hard could feel like satin.
It didn’t matter because it was beautiful and it was hot. God, so hot. Amazing. Touching him was almost better than him touching me (almost).
At my touch, Chace groaned into my mouth.
Hotter!
“Chace,” I whispered against his lips, my body pressing upwards, my legs moving restlessly. His hand pulled mine gently away from his cock, up over his belly and around his back while his lips went to my ear.
“Faye, baby, right now, I’m gonna taste you. This means my mouth is gonna work between your legs. You’re gonna come in my mouth, honey, then I’m gonna take you. You ready for more?”
Oh heck yes.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Cute, hot, f**k,” he whispered back. Then he did as he said, moving down, not fast, not slow, his mouth on me, his hands on me, pulling my nightie up under my br**sts, tugging down my panties, he slid off to the side.
His lips made it to my belly where he kissed me then he pulled my panties down my legs. I lifted my knees to assist, he yanked them free of my ankles then they were gone.
He positioned, his hands on the insides of my knees, putting mild pressure there as he urged gently, “Open for me.”
Hesitantly, hot, bothered, excited, restless but also a little scared, I did as he asked.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
I felt his lips on the inside of my knee where his hand was then they moved down the inside of my thigh, down, down. I tensed. I braced, my legs started trembling as his lips made their journey.
Then he was there.
God.
Oh God.
God, God, God.
That was… it was…
Indescribable.
My fingers curled into the sheets, my feet went into the bed and my h*ps moved with his mouth.
One of his hands moved under me, cupping my behind, helping me, pulling me up as the fingertips of his other hand slid feather light on the inside of my thigh.
Okay, this was better than his finger (maybe). This was fan-fraking-tastic.
Tremors chased themselves down my legs, my belly dropped, my br**sts swelled, my fingers clenched the sheets and then it happened.
“Honey,” I whimpered, my back arched, my neck arched, it rushed over me, tore through me and I came.
Really, fraking hard.
Still coming, vaguely, I felt his lips brush my belly. I felt his hands close my legs. Then he was gone.
I was swimming out of it when he was back, his hands back at my knees, pressing and he didn’t have to urge me this time. They opened for him as my eyes fluttered open and I saw his shadow on his knees between my legs.
One of his hands was at my knee, drifting down the top of my thigh, his other hand was doing something and before I got myself together, he fell forward between my legs into his hand at my side. Then he dropped down to a forearm and I had his weight.
I liked this too.
No, loved it.
He felt fantastic.
His head came down, his lips to my neck and he whispered, “You good?”
“Oh yeah,” I whispered back and felt another smile.
Then he said softly, “I’ll go slow, baby. No matter what, no matter that we’re here, you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”
I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. As far as I was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted.
Regardless, since he seemed to be waiting for answer, I said, “Okay.”
“Okay,” he said against my neck then I knew what he was talking about because I felt him guide the tip of his c**k against me.
He hesitated for just a moment.
And I got it. I understood.
And he was going to get it.
And he was going to get it because it was his.
I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and I urged, “Take it.”
Under my hands it occurred to me that his body felt weirdly like it was straining.
“Take it,” I repeated softly.
I felt the tip nudge inside.
“I’ll go slow,” he replied, his voice so low it was like a groan and he eased out then he eased just the tip back in.
“Come inside, Chace,” I whispered.
“You’re so tight, baby, don’t wanna hurt you.”
My arms grew tight, my thighs pressed into his h*ps and I told him the truth.
“Honey, come inside, take it, it’s yours.”
“Faye –”
“Now.”
“Baby –”
“Please.”
His hand moved from between us up my belly and around, to become an arm around my waist and he slid in a little deeper.
Okay, oh God, that felt good.
His lips moved up my neck and his c**k slid even deeper.
Okay, right, wow, that felt better.
His tongue moved down my neck and he slid in deeper.
Oh God, all right, even better.
He slid in deeper and then he, again, stopped and eased back out.
Wow, wow, fabulous.
“Chace,” I whispered, my hands drifting over the skin of his back. “Do you need me to do anything?”
“No, baby.” His voice was low, hoarse, beyond thick, sounding pained.
“Come inside,” I breathed in his ear. “Take me, honey, I’m yours.”
That did it.
He surged up, his mouth came to mine as my body settled and I felt him inside, all the way, full of him, connected to Chace. Finally.
Beautifully.
Me full of Chace, the best feeling in the whole fraking world.
“Fuck, baby, I gotta move,” he groaned.
“Move,” I encouraged and he moved, his thrusts controlled, fluid, rhythmic and very, very nice.
Oh God, why hadn’t I been doing this for longer?
As he moved, his thrusts going faster, still controlled, his arm moved from around my waist, in over my belly and down and I felt his thumb right where I didn’t know it needed to be until it was there.
Oh God, seriously, I’d been missing out.
My mouth opened under his as my h*ps surged up.
“Wrap your legs around me, Faye, hold on tight,” Chace ordered, I wrapped my legs around his h*ps and his thumb pressed deeper and circled.
Holy frak.
“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth.
His tongue slid into mine.
He moved. He pressed. He circled. His tongue matched his thrusts. My skin tingled. Tremors shot through my system. My blood, already fired, went molten. I kissed Chace back and my hand slid down to cup his behind and urge him to give me more.